problems

chapter 3

"i love you too."

+*+*+

the sun peeked into the room through the blinds, shining brightly into Dreams eyes.

looking to his left he could see George still asleep. he was bundled up in front of Dream like a baby. Dream still had his arm around George, but it ached and was just as asleep as the body on top of it.

he gently pulled his arm out from under the sleeping ball, being careful as not to wake him.

"come backkk." George groaned as the weight released off of his shoulder.

Dream froze, annoyed at how easily George could be woken up. he sprinted for the door hastily before being whacked down with a pillow.

"GEORGE!!"

George, now sitting upright smirked as Dream fell from the mass of the weighted pillow.

"its my birthday." George replied. i can do what i please."

'what i please' what a British thing to say he thought.

"ugh wipe that smug look off your face." Dream wished it was his birthday so he could do whatever he wanted.....(office reference)

"no happy birthday? just one of your classic insults?" George said with a pouty face.

Dream walked over to George kneeling down only centimeters away from Georges face.

"happy birthday babe." dream said with a flirtatious voice.

"shut up." George muttered, clearly frazzled by Dreams flirtatious response.

Dream laughed and got up, leaving the room.

George's perspective;

fuck.

i cant do this. i have a girlfriend, i cant get flustered like this by my best friend.

how would he even feel if i told him about her.

how would i even feel if i told him about her.

+*+*+

"finally the prince has arrived." dream mocked George as he came down the stairs with a blanket wrapped around his torso.

Dream sat at the island, a leather notebook and pencil in front of him.

"what are you writing."

"nothing."

"show me."

"no."

"its my birthday."

"its my 2 months and 20 days birthday but you don't see me boasting."

George had no comeback. he glared at Dream who's face was enlightened by a cocky smile knowing he won.

George smirked back, confusing him.

the much shorter boy snatched at the notebook, clearly missing as dream quickly moved his hand. he got up, now running around the house with George closely behind him.

although George was short, he was fast, and was able to catch up. he tackled Dream to the couch.

the two lay there laughing there asses off before realizing there positions. Dream was laying on the couch on his back, George sloppily on top of him.

George stared at the face just breathes away from his own, completely forgetting what he had told himself earlier.

He lay his head down on Clay's chest. he could feel the constant heartbeat pounding below his ear. as it sped up Georges smile widened even more.

"you're boring when you're tired" dream mumbled into Georges soft brunette hair.

George first person:

*click"

"MOM!!" George shouts as the sound of a phone camera being activated awakes him.

"I'm sorry you looked so cute!!"

George looked down at himself and Dream. one of his arms was wrapped into the other boys thick blonde hair as the other hand lay on the chest, while Dreams arms were wrapped around George in a bear hug.

"mom come show me the photo." he whisper shouted.

+*+*+

"come onnnnnn."

"no! we are not going clubbing."

"dream we agreed that since its my birthday we do what i want."

"fuck you." Dream said as he got up to change.

"I'm inviting someone!" George shouted from the bedroom.

"who?"

"i swear if you're inviting Tommy to a bar-"

"I'm not." he said laughing.

*at the club*

"god i Haven't been to one of these since senior year" Dream yelled towards Georges ear over the noise.

the club was crowded with people, especially on a friday night. purple LED lights shadowed the hall, making it darker and more "party like." there were streamers and confetti everywhere, some falling on the two men.

"dia de los muertos." Dream says.

"what?"

"day of the the dead.

"oh."

"whats wrong with you?"

George doesn't respond.

"so when when is your friend coming?" Dream asks, breaking the awkward tension of both of them debating if they should dance."

"oh hey! here she is."

"she?"

"Clay this is my girlfriend, kat."