(rewriting) Paper Planes // dreamnotfound

8- I'm sorry

- TW - homophobia (slurs), underage drinking, & mentions of violence/abuse

I look at the girl with confusion. "What do you mean?" I manage to say with a shaky breath, her eyes still piercing into mine.

"Dream isn't gay," she says flatly, to my surprise. Why is she telling me this? What is she getting at?

"What?" I ask, picking at my skin again. I notice the girl in front of me is a little drunk so I blame her words on that.

"Did I stutter?" She spits out at me. "Stay away from him. He isn't into you, and he won't ever be. Leave him for the girls, he's not your friend or boyfriend, okay?"

"I didn't say anything about liking him," I say, sounding timid. I am angry now. Dream is my friend. Besides, why is this random girl telling me this? I don't like Dream like she says I do, but why do I feel so upset at her words?

"I can tell that you like him. Stay away, he's not into fags like you," the girl yells to me, up close to my face. My eyes widen at her statement, specifically what she just called me. I see Dream out of the corner of my eyes, staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face. He walks away, seemingly upset. I don't think he heard the conversation at all, though. If he did he would surely come and help me, right?

"He's not into you either," I say quietly. I internally face palm and cringe at my words. Why did I say that? Also why is this girl telling me how I feel? Is she right? I don't even know.

This seems to upset her as she whips her face away from me then back towards me with force. "What the fuck are you talking about? He likes me more than he'll ever like you! You're just a worthless fag! You don't deserve Dream."

Maybe she's right. I can't argue with her, it feels unfair as she's drunk and I'm not. I take the insults and listen to her yell at me. I walk past her, my eyes slightly watering. By now I'm looking for Dream. I just want to see him. I want to hear his voice. I don't care if he doesn't like me, I just need to see him. I pass unfamiliar faces until I meet Dream's eyes. He looks saddened almost, and I wonder why. Suddenly, though, I'm dragged away by my wrist.

I look and see the drunk girl dragging me into a quiet room. "I'm not done talking to you!"

"Why are you doing this?" I ask quietly, upset at her words. Her grasp is too forceful for me to pull away from, and I definitely won't use force against a woman, especially one that is drunk.

"Listen here, I want you to stay away from Dream. He is straight, and I don't need you influencing that. You're just a fag, you don't deserve his friendship. He is into girls like me, okay?" She says, reaching down at the can in her hands. She opens the can of beer and pours it onto me. "Oops, guess you have to go home and get that cleaned up."

She smirks then the expression turns sour. She's looking past me at the door. Confused, I turn around and see Dream standing there with an angry expression. Had he heard everything she said? Does he think I like him?

"Dream, I-" she says nervously, interrupted by him walking into the room next to her. "I didn't mean it."

"You should learn your place," Dream says, grabbing her by the wrist. He leads her out of the room and rolls his eyes. I drop to the floor, my legs feeling weak. "Don't talk to him again."

Dream turns around and looks at me, a concerned expression on his face when he sees me on the floor. He closes the door and crouches down, putting a hand on my shoulder. I drown out all the noise for a moment, unsure if Dream had said anything as I can't hear very well at the moment. My head hurts, a lot.

"It's okay, George," he says, running his hand down my back. Back and forth, back and forth. It's comforting, but I can't help but cry. I know how pathetic I must look. God, I'm so pathetic. Why am I so weak? Usually I can take this. I feel so vulnerable around Dream, though.