Secrets (DreamNotFound)

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TW's:
-Small mentions mental abuse

Dream's POV

It was a few hours later. Tommy, Tubbo and Wilbur had arrived too. We were waiting for a few people still, but they would come tomorrow. It was already getting a little later and I went to my bedroom. I shared a bedroom with George. Luckily the beds were separated, if he would figure out I'm bisexual he would be so awkward. George came to our room too and laid down.

'Dude, I'm exhausted.'

'Yeah, you look very pale,' I said.

'I might sleep early today.'

'Same, did you like the pasta?'

I saw him startle a little. 'Uh- yeah. I didn't ate too much, I'm a little nauseous after the flight.'

'Oh, are you okay?'

'Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me.'

I stood up to chance clothes. I wanted to pull of my shirt, but decided to go to the bathroom. Just what if he figured it out, you know. I put on my pyjamas and laid down in bed. I was completely exhausted after the flight, but mostly because of all stress.

'Dream?'

I rolled to my other side, facing George. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I looked at him.

'What's wrong?'

'I- uh-. I like just wanted to say that uh- you're handsome and you don't have to be insecure. I know you're just acting like you're confident, but I can see you hiding your face.'

'Oh, no. I'm- I mean-.'

'You can be honest.'

I kept staring at him, he was so cute.

'I guess you're right.'

'Since when are you insecure?'

'Since my parents wanted a perfect child but I wasn't what they wanted.'

'Do you want to talk about it?'

'I don't know. I just had a hard childhood. I moved out at seventeen.'

'That's pretty young. Why?'

He stood up and kneeled down next to my bed. I felt my face heating up and sat up in my bed, looking at him. I saw his hands getting closer to my hands and I wanted to grab them, but I held myself back from it.

'My parents always argued, George I never told anyone this. Please keep this a secret. They always argued and mentally abused me.'

'What did they do?'

'I wasn't allowed to show anything close to emotions so I got hard for myself and anyone else. Everything has to be perfect about me, but I guess I'm far from perfect.'

'What's not perfect about you?' George whispered.

My eyes got bigger and my mouth fell a little open. 'What?'

'I mean, I'm sorry. That just slipped.'

I now got the courage to grab his hand, I startled when I felt how cold his hand was. He smiled at me and I smiled back. His fingers locked with mine and we kept looking at each other. I could my stomach fill with even more with butterflies, I didn't know why. He was just my best friend. I rubbed my thumb slowly over his hand as we stared at each other. We both started blushing and I smiled at him.

'You're just so-.'

The door opened and Fundy walked in. We quickly let go of each other and Fundy grinned.

'Were you holding hands?'

'Nah, what are you doing here? We were about to sleep.'

'I wanted to bring you some biscuits, I brought some for everyone.'

'Thanks,' I said.

Fundy walked away giggling and I looked at George again. He was completely red and walked back to his bed. 'What were you going to say?'

That he looked so amazing.

'Oh, nothing. I can't even remember.'

George smiled softly, which made my stomach fill with butterflies again. Why did I feel like this with my friend? My best friend? Sure, I liked guys, but I didn't directly like my best friend right? It was just because we just met. But why didn't I feel this with Sapnap? I sighed a little and turned back to my side. I closed my eyes and thought about George's and mine hands locked, I felt so extremely relaxed when we were holding hands. I wished to hold his hand again, I wished to feel that magical feeling again. I started smiling as I fell asleep, thinking about George.

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