Waiting on him?~dreamnotfound

-George Pov-

Dream parks the car at the restaurant parking lot, hopping out of the car. It's 8:25 pm, so we still have two hours before it's closing time.

We walk inside, and he stops at the front desk, like any other person would. I shake my head, tapping his shoulder.

"You do know I work here, right?" I ask, taking his hand to go and sit down.

Bad has specifically told me and Wilbur that if we ever want to come and eat here when we're not working, we can just seat ourselves. The only thing we have to do is let him know we are here, just so the front desk doesn't make reservations.

We take a seat at table five, Morgan and Dream's usual spot. I glance in the back, waving to get Bad's attention just to let him know we are here.

"Do you know what you're getting?" Dream asks as I turn back around. We haven't gotten menu's yet, but I already know what i'm getting.

"Just guess" I giggle, fidgeting with the sleeves of my hoodie.

"Well, you're British," He chuckles, taking his hood off. "So i'm guessing...Fish and Chips."

I burst out in laughter, covering my face with my hoodie sleeves. I nod my head, setting him into a fit of laughter.

"Ahem," A voice clears their throat, waiting for us to calm down.

Without looking at them, I look down at my lap, trying to control my laughter. I take a deep breathe, wiping the tears from my eyes and look back up.

Dream is dead silent, making me a little worried as I look at him. He seems to be looking at the waitress, a concerned look in his eyes.

I slowly lift my head, my eyes being met with the one and only...

Lily.

"Hi!" She beams, her voice ten times higher then usual. She's looking directly at Dream, not even batting an eye in my direction.

"What can I get you guys today?" She leans forward a bit, tilting her head to the side.

"A water," Dream scoffs, looking back in my direction.

"I'll have a water too, thanks" I roll my eyes, not bothering to look at her. I hear her mutter something under her breath, though i'm unable to make out what she said.

She walks away, making sure to sway her hips as if Dream would pay any attention to her.

Fucking whor-

"George," Dream whispers to me, snapping me out of thoughts. He grabs my hands from across the table, looking directly in my eyes.

"Yeah?" I whisper back, wondering why we're being so quiet. There's no one else here besides us and an old couple across the room.

"I can see you getting angry" He says, slight amusement in his tone.

"What makes you say that?" I furrow my eyebrows even more, my jaw clearly clenched. He doesn't even have to say anything for me to relax a bit, he just gives me a certain "calm down George" look.

"Here are your drinks!" Lily perks once again, placing Dream's water down gently, while she pretty much throws mine on the table, splashing water all over me.

"What the fuck-" I push the water away, trying to prevent it from spilling even more.

"Oops!" she pouts, ever so annoyingly. "I'll get that!" She takes a rag from inside of her apron, dapping up the water on the table. Dream tries to push her hand away, claiming that he'll take care of it.

She wipes up the water on the table, then switching her rag to attempt to clean up my hoodie. As she touches the fabric of my fluffy jacket, ketchup smear across the front.

"Oh no!" She smirks, taking her hand away. "It must've been dirty!"

Oh you fucking bit-

"Thats enough." Dream sternly states, standing up from the booth. He moves Lily out of the way, coming to grab my hand.

As I stand up, Lily was about to say something. Dream puts his hand up in her face while wrapping his other arm around my waist.

"I don't want to fucking hear it, you've done enough." He tells her, his voice in an angry tone.

On that note, we walk out of the restaurant, passing Lily on our way to the door. Dream doesn't even look her way, clearly still pissed off.

I, on the other hand, made sure she saw my smirk as Dream gripped my waist even tighter. She only gave me a glare, which I didn't bother to react to.

If she wants to be petty, I can be petty.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Word Count: 775

Petty George is my favorite George. There. I said it.