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🌪🪓not mine - george x dream pt.1

lil a/n to kick it off

i know literally nothing about dream or george except that dreams an annoying tyrant and gogy is a fantabulous colorblind mans

so they might get out of character, i apologise

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'You've been invited to the wedding of dream and fundy.'

Dream.. Clay... after all these years I thought we had something. I thought he loved me.

Maybe it was for the best. I don't deserve him, I never did. I should be happy that he's moving on. Not bawling my eyes out in the passenger seat of my own car like a pathetic lost puppy.

I guess I am like a lost puppy.. now at least.

Finally I calmed down enough to get out and move to actually get home.

Honestly, fuck Dream. If he wanted to tell me how he wanted me, then leave me for another man, he can go fuck himself.

Halfway home, my phone started ringing. I took a peek at the contact name. Three green hearts.
I quickly threw my phone onto the backseat and pushed down as hard as I could on the gas pedal.

Home. A shelter, a sanctuary. The safest place you could be.
A place to remind you of when you almost fucked your best friend before he ran off with a furry.

I took my abundance of fanmail and the invitation and let myself into the house. The empty house.

'I'm home.' I called to no-one, setting down my letters and packages and seating myself at the table, ready to open them.
Everything. Everything was Dream and Fundys marriage themed.

After opening the last one, a tear had trickled down my cheek. He was really gone. And nothing I could do would change it.

My phone rang once more. And again. And again. And it kept ringing all night. Dream. Sapnap. Dream. Dream. Tommyinnit. Dream.

EVEN WILBUR FUCKING SOOT TRIED TO CALL ME.

I stared at the screen, curled up in my bed, allowing it to ring. And ring. And ring.

Eventually, after a few days I found the courage to call him back.

'George. Are you coming to the-'
'Save the bullshit. Tell me why.'
'I... I don't know.'
'Oh but you do! Is it because my voice annoys you, is it because I'm fucking colorblind? Clay?'

'It's not that, George. Just don't show up, okay? I don't need the most important day of my life to be ruined by a lovesick dog. Bye.'

I nodded, hanging up before he could. The little satisfaction it gave me didn't stop the tears, though.

I cried. I cried for days. Weeks even. And eventually, a month and a half later, it was. That day.

The wedding.
All I could do was watch it from the fucking twitch stream like our fans.

And soon it was over. The vows had been said, they had kissed. And I was here.

Sitting in Dream merch, wishing it was me up there. Puffy eyes and red, tear stained cheeks.

As soon as the stream ended, I waddled to the kitchen for something that could resemble food.

I really needed to go grocery shopping.
My fridge was almost as empty as my house and it didn't feel right.

PT.1 DONE!

aye its edited finally

this is 1 of the idk how many parts (probably 3-5) of the rlly sad dream x george angst.

its short again, but i dont care bout that too much, it can be edited!