Hoodie- Dreamnotfound

Distance

Dream decided to clear up what he had blurted out to George the other night, realizing his mistakes. He hadn't a clue if George felt the same way, he gave him space and time to figure it out.

As the days went on, Dream gave George time to respond. Of course, he was dying of anticipation, but he understood that what he had laid out on him was a lot for George to handle.

Being glad he admitted his feelings to George, he couldn't help but feel like that maybe wasn't the right move. Forcing George to respond under pressure-- it was a pretty bad idea.

Dream secretly wished that liking George didn't have to be so difficult, but reality had decided otherwise. He knew that thinking that seemed awfully like a sign that they probably wouldn't work out, but he would never give up on him.

George meant too much to him, he couldn't imagine a reality where they would ever stop being friends, they were made for each other. Their souls connected in odd ways even he didn't comprehend, but he admired how their personalities fit together perfectly.

All these feelings in the air caused tension between them now. George gave a lot of mixed signals, depending on his mood he would toy around with Dream or completely shut him out-- no in-between, Nonetheless, their relationship was at a weird standpoint,

They hadn't talked one on one since that night on the Discord call where Dream completely dumped all his feelings out to him. Their conversations consisted of text messages between two men who questioned their whole friendship.

Pulling out his phone, he texted George.

We don't have to put a label on it

What?

How could he explain it?

We don't have to flirt or date or whatever. I just want to experience whatever there is with you

George felt relieved.

Thank you

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After texting George about it, it relieved whatever rush they had felt to label themselves as dating. Dream would rather still be in contact with him, regardless if they were a "thing" or not.

George had announced that he was going live soon to the group chat, Dream decided that maybe this was a good opportunity to talk to George and make things less awkward between the two.

The chat immediately flooded with comments about Amelia, they all longed for her warm and friendly presence on the server as soon as he started the stream. George ran around, avoiding the question.

Dream read the chat, "Guys. He doesn't need Amelia, I'm here!" he giggled. He looked over at George's face cam, he held a blank expression.

George would at least smile at his jokes, whether they were corny or not. But he didn't. His eyes stayed glued to the screen, not even acknowledging what Dream said.

Dream was confused, perhaps he was overthinking everything (as he tends to, he's aware), but he was aware of his capabilities of noticing shifts in emotion and body language. Having known George for years, he could tell something was bugging him.

He didn't think much of it at first, he convinced himself that maybe George was having a rough morning, that was easier to believe anyways. But George didn't seem upset, he just seemed empty and bored.

The entire stream, both their energies seemed off. George's face didn't light up the way it used to at Dream's snarky remarks, all he got was a few forced smiles. Dream struggled to hold the conversations, he would probably find it easier to talk to a brick wall.

Viewers dropped, people got concerned, the whole mood changed. What had he done to make George act this way? Before the stream, he was almost definite everything had been fine.

Dream tried one last time. "Georgie, come here," he sang teasingly to George while chasing him.

"Ugh Dream, just stop." George spat out. It wasn't in his usual bratty tone. He wasn't smiling, his face dropped to a dead-serious expression. Dream backed away, pretending not to be hurt, but he felt it.

He felt the anger radiate off George, this wasn't just about the game anymore.

Was Dream the issue at hand here? He completely lashed out at him for no reason, he swore he hadn't done anything to provoke this sudden behavior.

A thought lingered at the back of his mind, something he didn't want to consider. Did George feel weird about them? Maybe this traced back to when Dream had admitted his feeling earlier, he knew George didn't know how to cope with his own feelings.

The remainder of the stream was entertained by other people that George decided to divert his attention to. Dream had given up trying to be engaged, he completely zoned out.

"Hey Dream, I'm talking to you" One of his friends had exclaimed, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Oh sorry, what?" He sputtered out, guilty of ignoring the others.

Everyone burst out laughing, while the friend groaned. "Did you seriously not hear a word I said? I literally talked to you for minutes on end, wow."

Dream ruffled his hands through his hair, muttering a simple sorry.

As the end of the stream rolled around, George finally said goodbye to his chat. Dream sat on the edge of his seat, watching as the stream had gone offline. They all said their goodbyes to the rest of the people in the call, until it was the two of them alone, again.

He blankly wished Dream goodnight before deciding to head off, but Dream requested him to stay.

George paused but didn't respond.

Dream was desperate for an answer. "Why are you ignoring me? Listen, I'm sorry about the other day. We don't have to be anything if you aren't comfortable with that."

"What did I do?" He whispered in vain.

Puffing out a loud exhale, George muttered, "We need to talk."

Those words didn't sound promising to Dream. 

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