Category Four //dnf//

1.3

George took Dream's kind suggestion as motivation to leave his bed. He walked out of the room, still stuck in Dream's hoodie, with his still on under.

"Hi! Finally awake." Dream said. George could hear the smile in his voice. Dream sounded glad to see him.

"Hi Mister. I'm in love with my best friend but I haven't told it yet." George said, only half joking. Dream started blushing again, and turned away.

"What.?" he asked. George noticed a small slur in his voice.

"You really wont admit it?" he said ignoring it, and changing his tone. Dream swallowed hard.

"I- h-" Dream stammered.

"You heard me." George asked. Dream started laughing nervously, cheeks glowing red.

"I really don't! I MEAN- Like.." George laughed.

"What the fuck are you a sadist-?" Dream blurted, two words slightly combined. George stopped laughing.

"Why do you want me to be?" Dream covered his mouth.

"Where did you get the idea that I liked you-?" George pulled out the note he stuffed in his pocket, and pointed at the scribbled pen at the bottom.

"Read those words to me." Dream stared blankly at the pen. The words swirled around, and he couldn't focus.

"Well.." No explanation.

No words.

"Say it." George said. Dream looked at him, with a slight smile.

"Why are you smiling?" George said, looking to his soul through his eyes. Dream's smile faded.

George leaned inward, enough to where Dream could feel his breathe against his lips.

"I love you George-" he blurted when he coudln't handle the friction anymore.

A kiss.

Acid.

Pain.

Love. George opened his eyes wide as Dream's tongue snatched his. It tasted bitter. Like weed. He fell back, and looked up to him. Dream kneeled next to him, and lifted his chin with his finger.

"I fucking love you George." He stated again. George slightly blushed, and turned his eyes away.

"Not so sadistic now, George." George bit his tongue. The aftertaste of a bittersweet honey tainted his lips. He stayed silent.

"Look to me when I'm speaking to you." Dream said. George gazed back up to him nervously. A fear sparked.

"Um.. P-.. Can I go.?" George asked.

"Beg." Dream said. George pulled his chin away, and slid up to his feet, dashing to his room.

Dream chased close behind him, laughing psychotically. Unhinged almost.

He ran and threw himself in the closet. Dream ran in the room, noticing his disappearance. George peaked out the small crack in the door, covering his mouth tight. His breathe was shaky and heavy. He saw Dream eye the room.

"C'mon, George." He said, still with his unhinged smile. George closed his eyes tight.

"Damn. Thought I could sneak another kiss." he said, looking to the closet. George opened is eyes slightly.

Dream now inches from the closet door. Only the door laid between them. Only the door. George blinked. Dream, inches from his face, smiling wide.

"Found you~" Dream pressed his hand to his chest. His fingers nuzzled in between his shirt and skin. A cold touch.