― do over

chapter | 20

A shocked gasp interrupted them from behind, George turning to see Bad standing there looking quite worried. "Wh-"

"Why does Sapnap have a branch and why is he hitting Dream with it?" He demanded. Ever since more and more people showed up to the reunions, Bad assigned himself as the parent of the friend group, but it was usually Sapnap and Dream he had to pry apart or Wilbur and Tommy.

Karl shrugged. "He's fine," waving away a yelp of pain emitted from the blond. George nodded along, trying to put on the most convincing face possible.

Skeppy appeared behind Bad, running past him and doing the same exact thing Sapnap had earlier, flying into the water and joining in on the off-script game of Marco Polo.

"Well, someone's gotta save him," George admitted, standing up. Karl wished him luck, and soon a duel was initiated.

Bad promised them water guns as long as Sapnap put down the stick, and so he did, and now, equipped with nerf water blasters, the war went on. Overtime, more people joined in- first, Wilbur on Dream's team, joined by Tommy, and then Phil and Techno backing Sapnap, and Karl became the unofficial ref.

The friend group swapped in and out, but Sapnap and Dream finished with the most ingame time, both getting out when their energy was completed zapped. Karl went to push Sapnap back in- which succeeded- and Dream went over to George for his complementary kisses, which he also received.

Night fell and the yells faded to laughs, which raised back to harmonies as they ate dinner, and sang campfire songs for the hell of it.

And the entire time, both Ant and Dream had someone to hold onto when the air grew cold.

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"I've heard it's fun," Dream told George, leading him through the crowds. A strawberry fest, as they called it, was held annually to celebrate the harvest of strawberries. Bad had said good things about it, and so had Yelp, so Dream deemed it appropriate for a date.

"I can't even see red," was George's response, errupting wheezes from both parties. Numerous stalls, with an arrangement of strawberry themed items like mugs and keychains, passed by as they headed to the main attraction- strawberry picking.

"That's a good point," Dream realized. "How are you going to pick them if you cant even see them in the leaves?"

George chuckled. "I guess we'll find out."

The fields were expansive, spreading easily hundreds of feet away. Probably hundreds of rows, too, if Dream was to guess. Already from where he stood, he could see the vibrant reds of the sweet fruits, dotting the plants.

They both grabbed a small basket, before heading over towards the rich corners, filled to the brim with fruit. Dream was around five in by the time George got one, but it was fine, as he deliberately slowed his pace as to only grab the big ones.

It was peaceful, surrounded by nature and the one he loved best. They had come so far together, from stupid kids to being stupid teens to even stupid adults. As stupid as they were, it was what made their tale them, and no one else. Just two fools in love.

"This one is pretty big," George commented, holding up a large strawberry. It was, indeed, above average, but it wasn't ripe yet, making Dream hold back a snicker. It wasn't too successful, which made George drop his hand. "What? What?"

"That's not even red George," Dream wheezed, clasping a hand over his mouth as to stop his laugh from carrying. "It's green."

"Oh, yea, and blueberries are purple," George sarcastically shot back, leaving the unripe strawberry in his basket. Dream watched him, dumbfounded, as he continued picking the berries, until his basket was full.

The best part of the day, was when they got back to the cabin and shared their spoils of war, and Bad discretely tried to tell George his strawberry was green. Sapnap caught on, but became the ultimate evil, siding with George that it was completely red. Soon, everyone gathered and expressed their thoughts- it was green- but George still believed it was a massive prank, and to prove them wrong, tried to eat it.

Long story short, the tartness made the brunet gag, and shortly after, Dream clapped him on the back and handed him a glass of water, while teasing him about his idiotic tendencies.

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Even years later, everyone still tried to make it to the meetup, but it was harder as life went on. People had families of their own, and a few years barely had more than six people. There was one year when everyone made it, and that was the year Dream proposed to George on the same dock they got together on, for memories sake, and the same year they got married back in their hometown.

And when Skeppy revealed that Bad was trying to sell the home, but having a hard time parting with it, Dream was quick to offer him over the price he was looking for.

Now, when the summers roll around and the snows melt, you can hear the laughing of a group of everlasting friends, and the howls of giddiness in waterlogged battles.

Sometimes, you can even see a couple, leaning against each other at the end of the dock, witnesses to the sunsets over the lake on particular late nights.

If you ever asked them about their lives, they would say they would do it all over again.

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( 1700 words )

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