Eunoia | DreamxGeorge

Gone

I can't like my best friend. He's my best friend, there's no way I have feelings for him. I've known him since  we were kids. 

George's thoughts battled with each other, all fighting for confirmation. 

It's just a fanfiction, nothing more. A fan made writing piece can't make me fall in love with my best friend.

But what if I've had these feelings forever and I've only just realized...

No, it can't be. 

The next thing he knew, George was standing in the middle of a flower field. The tall grass bloomed with colorless flowers and the sun warmed the air. He looked around, noticing the new warmth and happy feeling. 

"George?" A familiar voice called out, approaching George's view.

"Dream?" As George said his name, the realization came to him. This wasn't real, he couldn't be in this meadow with Dream. 

He kept telling himself that what was happening wasn't real, Dream wasn't really there. But the faint drops of sweat dripping down his neck and Dreams glowing green eyes said differently.

"What are you doing here?"

"Me?" George stammered, "What are you doing here?"

Dream ignored his question and walked closer to George.

"Dream?" George asked quietly in a confused tone. What am I doing here? What is Dream doing here? Why are we together?

"Shhhh," Dream whispered, putting his hand on George's cheek. He closed his eyes like he's been waiting to do this. "You're very warm."

"Well I-I-," George looked up into Dream's piercing jade eyes that sparkled with joy and content. "Your hands are huge." His face turned a bright pink as his words left his mouth. I just repeated the words from that cursed fanfiction. Fuck.

Dream quietly giggled at George's embarrassment. 

"Don't be embarrassed George, you're cute." 

"Dream," George sighed, biting his lip. 

"No don't, it's just us. Don't worry."

Dream extended a hand and pulled George closer to him. George's chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. He threaded a hand through his dark brown hair while Dream pressed his own long, cold hands to George's throat.

"Dream," He repeated, looking around at the otherwise empty meadow.

"George," Dream assured. "Can I try something?"

He softly nodded his head, too nervous to say anything. Dream pulled up George's chin and parted his lips slightly, he slowly leaned towards George and smiled. 

In a quick and rushed movement, George pushed against Dream and grabbed his hands. Both their faces burned a glowing red. "This is my dream," He purred, "I'm in control here."

George looked up at the tall man with lust in his deep brown eyes. 

"I'm yours." Dream sighed and fell back into the grass, pulling George with him. 

George somehow found a way to inch closer, his hand stretched out to softly trace the contours of Dream's jawline. He lightly trailed over the defines of his face, following the light trail of freckles. Dream's flawless grin flashed in the sunlight, leaving George awestruck. 

"Dream," George sighed again, breathless and amazed. "promise me you'll never leave." His mind knew this all was just a dream, but his heart just wanted to be with him. As foolish as it sounded, George was happy.

Why am I letting myself do this? 

"I promise you. I promise you the world, I promise you me. I'd give you anything." George closed his eyes, letting his hand fall down Dream's chest. George's pounding heart was audible from miles away, his eyes were wide and he was leaning forward slightly. 

Before George could understand what was happening, Dream was leaning forward towards him. 

"Dream," He paused.

"Stop saying my name like that, and just let me kiss you." Dream's grin hung loosely and his eyes were dancing with happiness.

"Dream," George continued, "I can't-"

"I-"

"No," He interrupted. "I know this is a dream, I know I'm not with you. I really really want to kiss you, you don't understand. But I'm just gonna end up hurting when I wake up, cause somewhere deep inside me there's this forbidden longing for you. And I-I-I-I, I don't want to wake up hurt."

"But what if you're not dreaming? What if I am actually here? What if I want you like you want me? George, did you think about that?" His voice sounded hurt, but George knew he was imagining it all.

"I have thought about it, Dream. And I don't think I'm ready for this type of pain." George opened his eyes and it was gone, no more grass or flowers, no more beautiful warm air, and no more Dream. And he was right, he woke up with a sharp pain of loneliness stabbing through his heart. 

He looked to his side and picked up his phone, he quickly dialed the number he had tattooed into his mind. After a few rings the call picked up.

"Sapnap?"

"George?"