Just Us and The Stars// Dreamnotfound

Possesion

"I have the date."

George quickly calls Dream.

"Hey, so when's the big day?" George squints, thinking about Dream. What if he isn't what he expects? He has seen Dream's hair and body from the mirror picture that he looks at more often then he would like to. What if Dream doesn't meet George's expectations and he loses feelings for him? He curses under his breath. Why was he thinking like this? Didn't he want to lose feelings for Dream anyways? Dream's looks shouldn't matter to George also. He likes him for him. For his words, his actions, the way he makes George feel warm.

"So there was actually an issue when I was ordering the tickets, George." George noticed Dream's tone. Embarrassed, Scared, Nervous, Anxious.

"What do you mean?"

"So, It was either we meet in 3 months, or 3 days. I didn't know what to do so I just got the flight in 3 days." 3 days. 3 days. 3 days.

"3 days? That is so soon. We should have discussed this before you got the tickets."

"I'm sorry. I panicked, and the tickets were selling so fast."

"Dream, we should have discussed." George repeats. "What if I am busy that day? Or Sapnap is busy that day?"

"George, I couldn't wait 3 months to see you." George's heartbeat picks up speed. "The sooner that I get to see you, I mean really see you, the better." His chest gets heavy. "I couldn't wait 3 months to see that pretty face of yours. I should have asked first but all I could think of was seeing you and you looking back at me, seeing how I really look and you smiling your stupid smile at me." George inhales. "The smile that travels to your cheeks, and then to your eyes. I can tell when your smile is genuine, I can always tell." George loudly exhales, his breath felt shaky.

"You're very observant, aren't you." What the fuck was that. George thinks to himself. Out of all the things that I could have said, that's what I went with?

"Only when it comes to you, George. You stand out." George sinks in his chair. He felt like he was on a boat, out a sea, it's stormy and the water is rough. He was doing all that he could to not get seasick.

"Stand out?"

"Yeah, like when we are in a call with a bunch of people, you're voice rings in my headphones. Even when 20 other people are talking, it's always your voice."

"I feel the same. I always listen for you, look for you, reach for you." George felt numb. Not a bad numb, but a safe numb, like he could express anything now. "I couldn't imagine being without you. You make me feel comforted, supported, loved." George starts tapping his foot on his cold, wooden flooring. "Even when we are apart, you're always there, in the back of my mind. I try to shake the thought of you but it's impossible. You're unforgettable, Dream."

"You think about me?"

"More than you could even imagine. All I think about is you. Your words stick. Your words are like arrows and when you speak you're pulling back the bow and shooting me, right in the chest." George realizes what he's saying and quickly stops himself.

"How come you've never told me any of this?" Dream sounded concerned, yet, flustered?

"You know me, a closed book." Dream knew how hard it was for George to express his emotions through words.

"I wish you would talk to me like this more. I like the unhinged side of you." George smiled.

"I don't. It's scary."

"Why is it scary?" George's eyes wander around his room. It was fairly dark, his comforter was sprawled across his bed, and clothes covered his floor.

"I'm not sure. It just feels wrong, like I should not be saying these things right now. I feel like I just puked out what I had been balling up, and you would think it would feel good, but it doesn't. It feels like I just threw away all of my prized possessions, and the worst thing is that I couldn't even help it." George picks up his dirty shirt from the floor and rolls it into a ball then hurls it into his hamper. Dream makes a "bum bum bum" noise with his mouth. Dream's adhd causes him to have random voice stims and make noises with his mouth. George is always patient with him but calls him out on it so it doesn't get super bad.

"Dream, you're doing it again." George says sincerely.

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't apologize."

"You know how you referred to opening up as "throwing away your prized possessions". You should think of it more as handing them over to someone to keep safe for you, but of course you have to be careful with who you hand them over to. That doesn't mean that you can't hand them over to anyone though." George thinks about it. He takes in the information but knowing himself he will most likely not end up using it.

"I guess you're right."

"Of course I am." George shakes his head.

"Does Sapnap know?"

"Know what?"

"About the flight being in 3 days?"

"Oh shit. I forgot to tell him. I should probably do that."

"Today was nice. Sometimes, I guess it's okay to open up."

"Progress. Anyway, see ya."

"Later." George hangs up and opens his computer. He opens discord to a message from Quackity asking if he wanted to play Jackbox with him and some friends. He agreed. He could use some laughter.

*after the stream*

He says his byes to the stream and to Quackity and hangs up. He gets out of his chair, legs wobbly. He had been sitting in his chair for about 4 hours which was a normal thing to him but he always felt bad for not being productive. Staring at the bright screen had made him tired so he decided to go to bed.

2 days.