George's P.O.V.

What would you do if an athiest was roaming the streets at night? That's a question not many people ask, but they should. You never know when an atheis you met yesterday is roaming the night at 3 a.m. will go throughout the streets while you're skateboarding and you start teaching, him. This is the situation I was in currently. You may be asking yourself, Geroge, how could you get into this situation? Well, lets rewind.

It al started when I was at dUnkin working and making my little coffees when the athe*st walks in and orders a vanilla iced rainbow satan frappe (God is not home of phobic, the drink is just naturally rainbow.) I gasp "Omg youre the athiest! You cant be here! Begone evil-doer!"

He sighs as his drink falls from his grasp, shattering to a million peices on the floor. "That's what every body thinks of me. I'm not the bad guy just because im not like you all at that church." He said in a thick new yorker accent. My eyes go wide in shock. That's crazy to think. People different from me being worth kindness and not judgement? This concept it wild to me.

I try and give the guy a chance. 'Meet me later at this store and we can talk. I gotta finish my shift, yk how it is"

Badboyhalo nodded and ended up coming back later like he siad he would.

"Truth be told; Im so mean because of a lot of factors. Most i cant say or you'll be in danger but there is something I can tell you. I…. I've never learned to skate."

That explained erything. I am the one who can help him. I can save him from his demise burning in hell. This will be done by teaching him how to skate. And, you know what' when I got to know him, Bad was actually a really cool guy. My religion has been blinding me from great friendships I cold make. The night was filled with laughing and bonding between us.

Dream's P.O.V.

As I'm out for a night stroll though the street, I see George and that disgusting athiest together. They weere skateboarding? There faces were close as they looked at eachother with joy. My heart dropped in my chest as I saw them together. How could George do this? For a second I was thinking we could maybe be friends and,... Eventually,,, more. Now that's all gone.

George sees me and stops what he's doing. His smile fails. My green orbs fill with tears. "Drean, hey it's not what it looks like. Bad is a good guy and I'm just teaching him how to skate."

He's even given him a nickanem! That is the finale straw. I run away from them and to myn london loft, with my roommate, Vikkstar. I rarely ever visit this place but in a tie like this, i ned stome support.

Vik takes me in with concernedidedly and welcomeing arms. "what's wrong friend?" He asks in his comforting british accent. Georgeb has a british accent…. this makes me cry even harder. I explain my problem thro the tears.

I"I'm so sorry mate thats awful. I can't believe he would do that to u babygrill." He hugs me. "You need to show him how much he meens to u ans how he was in the wrong. maybe pray and ask God."

Vik ia alway so right. That;s why he's my roommate at the london loft. I go back too my apartment and go to sleep. And cry,

George's P.O.V.

I am distruahht over what happened with Dream. Nothing was happening with me and Bad but he doesn't now that. Bad was really sorry, "I'm really sorry"

"It's not your fault man don;t worry." We go our separate ways and I can't stop thinking about what happened. I almost kissed Bad this is crazy. I guess i'm trying to fill the whole in my heart with making friends ith and kissing the people around me after….. He left. (It was platonic with his best friend tho they never kissed.") I didnt see Bad in a romantic light but there is someone i did. I hate to admit it, but I'm in love with Dream. Oh God I'm in love. What do I do? oh gosh this is bad. Not that I'm in love with men. I love kissing men. Always have aAWlways will.

Bad's P.O.V.

Gosh. I think in my New York accent. This is a bad situation. I just wanted to skateboard, not ruin a relationship. Everyone veiws me as the bad gay becuse of of- me being an not believing in God. They don't know about my secret past. How I've seen so much of the world through the years and have had to hide my true self from everyone. The truth is, I am a-

George's P.O.V.

The next day I go to churc and try my best to run into Dream. He's no where until I look at the back of the church and he's in the last pew praying intently. After mass and praising the Lord I try to go up and talk with him and Sapnap but as soon as he sees me, he hurries away sadly. My face falls. Idk what to do. Dream wouldn't even Speak Now (I love Taylor Swift) to me and let me explain what really happened. Theirs no way for me to defend myself, but I have a plan. I would go to the weekly Bible study tonight that Dream always goes too and tell everyone what ive learned about atheists not being as terrible as we'all thought. This was the perfect plan. Nothing could go wrong because what church has taught me was that every one was accepted and why would that change when they're beliefs were challenged? Now, all I had to do was wait amd the my perfect plans would come to fruition,