I hate you . || enemies to lovers ; DNF

Chapter 8

George couldn't sleep for the life of him.

He was starting to get uncomfortable on his left side, and he was not about to turn around. He could hear Dream's soft breathing behind him, maybe a little jealous that he was getting better sleep that him.

George's eyes were wide open, the dark starting to seem bright as hell. His eyes started feeling heavy, but he knew once his eyes were closed, they'd start feeling light again.

He silently huffed. He wanted to know what time it was, but Dream didn't have any alarm clocks, or on the side George slept on at least.

A small creak from the door and a dim light illuminating from the hallway scared George. He squeezed his eyes shut, but still heard footsteps approaching the bed.

"Clay.. Clay!" A soft voice called, shaking Dream a bit. The latter groaned, sitting up. "Clay, I need help falling asleep. Dream hummed a sleepy hum in response, throwing his legs off the bed.

"Sorry Dris, I was gonna take your to your room but I forgot." He mumbled in the sleepy voice George hated. "Lets go to your room." He said, now two sets of footsteps exiting the room.

George heard the click of the door and let oht a long breath he didn't know he held in. He'd remembered the Monster he drank before coming here, and still doesn't know if he should blame his lack of sleep on Dream? Or the Monster.

George threw the sheets off, walking past Dream's pc to go to the bathroom. He walked on the ball of his feet, entering the bathroom, he decided not to turn the lights on. He sighed, taking a quick piss, washing his hands and going back into bed.

He walked past Dream's pc again, now illuminating dim light. His head tilted, he approached it. He saw the email it was logged into, Clay.Wakes@gmail.com. He didn't recognize this one. He looked closer, the profile picture for this account a picture of Dream and his sister.

It wasn't just a picture though. He squinted at the screen. It was him and his sister at a pride parade, now this confused the fuck out of George. Dream was wearing a small sticker on his face, it was a blue pink and purple flag, oh, right. The bisexual flag. His sister had some paint of the flag on her face, but George assumed it was just to support Dream.

George put the pc to sleep. He was confused now, but nonetheless, he went to lay down. Was Dream bisexual? Surely not, His brain told him, but, was that really the truth?

Great, now he was laying in that same, hellishly comfortable bed, unable to get sleep. This time he knew it was because of Dream. Of course the universe just needed to throw a curveball in their already confusing relationship.

Wait. Confusing relationship? God, now this was just more things piling on George's plate. Now he was starting to see Dream as anything other than his enemy. Was he really telling the truth when he spoke to Tommy? Maybe Dream wasn't as bad as George thought of him throughout all of high school. Maybe they should just put this behind them.

They'd graduate this year, and as sad as it sounds, George didn't really mind. Part of him wanted a clean slate for when he graduated, but another part of him was stubborn and petty, needing to remind himself he didn't like Dream.

Although, it was kind of sweet listening to him talk to his sister. That was a thought George was able to accept. He closed his eyes, the familiar light feeling returning. It was nearing 2 AM, George hadn't slept at all. He just wanted sleep.

The dark oblivion of his eyelids got boring, so he opened his eyes, grabbing his phone off the counter. The bright light blinded him for a second before he scrambled to turn the brightness down.