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Late or early - Fluff

Just some can't sleep fluff:)

Essentially the prompt is 'is it late at night or an early morning?'
George can't sleep and Dream took notice of his friends restless sleep. In an attempt to help, feelings are revealed.

Its fluff and makeouts/kisses.

Words: 2280

Dreams POV

Sigh..

I don't remember the last time George slept genuinely well or at least through the whole night. I'd occasionally get a knock at my door or I'd have to go find him myself, curled up in a ball or just staring off.

When I see his pained face after a long nightmare or restless sleep I feel the urge to just hold him. The urge to be there for him more then just an arms length away.

But that sadly isn't the case, you see, where just friends. Close if not best friends but my selfish needs want more, more of George. To be able to hold him whenever I want, kiss his kissable face and just let go of every emotion I've been hiding all these years.

Sometimes I can't tell if he likes me back or not because the way he reacts or his actions. When I hug him he hugs back but tighter, when we're watching a show or movie he leans into me like it's nothing. Especially when we go out to like, stores he gets a little nervous sometimes so he holds my hand.

But he always pushes me away and says 'its a joke'. I thought that's just what George did but apparently to everyone else that's not really true. I'm conflicted.

I was able to pull my half asleep self up from the comfort of my warm sheets as I heard a thump against a wall somewhere in the apartment.

He likes to wander when he can't sleep, hoping he'll just pass out on the bathroom floor or in an uncomfortable position on the couch.

I threw my green hoodie that was messily put on my gaming chair on. Leaving my phone on my night standand walking out of the room, my bare feet cold against the wood flooring.

My eyes slowly adjusted as I cracked my door open, I noticed a dim light from the kitchen. Hes probably there.

I waddled my way there to find a wild and dry eyed George sitting on the counter.

Legs dangling off the counter and him in a grey hoodie, leaning against the tiled wall. Just staring off until he took notice of my presents, turing to me with tired eyes.

"H-hey..uh." he cleared his dry throat. "Did I wake you?" He shuffled a little to be more conversation ready.

"No, actually, I was kinda half awake when I heard you walking around." I chuckled and made my way up to him, hands slumped in my pockets.

"You-? Ohh..my bad, I didn't think I was that loud."

"No, no worries. I would have wanted to make sure you where okay anyways."

I looked out the small window above the sink before looking back George. The faint led lighting shined against the side of his face as he was already looking at me. But his eyes weren't looking back at mine, they were a bit lower on my face.

"Is there-?" I started to touch my chin, slight stubble on my jaw as I didn't shave. "Is there something on my face?"

He snapped out of it, looking up to my eyes and shook his head. He smiled softly at me.

"No I was just, thinking..I guess." He pushed his hands to the rim of the counter to push himself further back against the tile, slumping forward.