(rewriting) Paper Planes // dreamnotfound

5- I want to help

~ dream's pov ~

As my hands are on George's, I feel a sense of comfort. Everything makes sense now; why George never texted or tried to reach out to me. I smile at this, although I feel bad because of his memory.

"No you don't need to," George says, moving his hand away. I feel sad at this gesture, but I don't show it. 

"I'm not taking no for an answer, George, don't you want your memories back?" I say stubbornly, which George shrugs off.

"I don't know," he trails on, running his hand through his hair. I've noticed he does that whenever he is nervous. It's kind of cute.

"George, you deserve your memories, no matter what anyone says," I say, looking into his eyes. He looks up at me, blushing a little. "I want to help you."

"You don't have to, I don't want to push anything onto you. I'm serious," he says, smiling. 

"Nope, I've made up my mind," I close my eyes and look up, looking smug in a way. George just looks uncomfortable, probably not ready to remember. I want to help him though. Help him remember me. That's selfish, I know, but I can't help but feel upset.

"How are you going to help me anyways?" He says, taking a large drink of water.

I shrug and think for a moment. He's right, how am I going to help him? I think hard for a moment until something hits me with realization. I smack the table and look up at him hopefully. He snaps his head up, startled by the loud noise.

"I know! We can go around town and look at cool places. Maybe some of them will jog your memory! Ooh we can go to amusement parks and fairs!" I say, a hopeful look in my eyes. George seems to look unfazed.

"Clay, it just sounds like you want an excuse to not go to school or do any work," he rolls his eyes and laughs. I scratch my temples. He's partly right, but I want excuses to hang out with him.

"So? Are you in?" I ask, smiling largely now. "Do you want to remember?"

He looks around with an unsure look in his eyes. I understand if he's not ready, but I just want to help him. Besides, if there's something wrong he'll tell me, right?

"Okay fine," George says nervously. I jump in my seat a little.

"Yes! This is going to be so much fun!" I say, not realizing what I'm saying. Oh no, is he offended by this? 

My question is answered when he breaks out into a smile and starts laughing, hitting my shoulder as he rolls his eyes. "I swear if my grades go down because of this," he rambles, looking angry. I just wheeze even harder now.

"You're such a nerd."

"Shut up! I am not!" 

"You so are!"

George blushes and crosses his arms. The rest of the time at the café was spent with us talking and me eating my food. I wonder why George still hadn't gotten anything. We were there for a while, surely he was hungry? Maybe he's just tired like he said, though.

"Oh shit, it's getting late," I say, glancing at the time. It's already 9:45. We had been at the café for a couple of hours, and never finished reading Macbeth. That's okay, though, as I got to spend time with George. I smile to myself at this thought.

"Oh, you're right," George says, looking upset. He looks down with a sad expression.

"Aw Georgie, you can spend more time with me whenever you want," I smirk and tease him. Even I don't know where this came from. Why did I say that? Get it together Dream.