Complicated Mess/DNF

Chapter 3 - Breathe

Hey yall the picture above came from Google wall paper place so idk who the artist is but I loved it. Anyways hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Things get a lil spicy ;). Just a lil.
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Dream couldn’t sleep. It had been hours since he got off of discord to let the two talk, and neither of them had reached out to him. At this point he figured George was mad at him. He had to be, he told Sapnap and that’s what George had specifically told him not to do. 

So he sat there with Patches on the floor staring at his ceiling trying to convince himself that George would forgive him this time just like he had for not visiting him. 

Dream couldn’t help but think of how George asked him once why he didn’t go when Sapnap did. He came up with some dumb excuse about a family thing. In reality his heart wouldn’t have been able to take seeing George in a hospital bed connected to who knows how many machines. 

He couldn’t, he wanted to be selfish and only think of how he wanted to meet him. He convinced himself that he would pick George up from the airport here in Florida and he would bring him to his house. George would get to meet Patches and see where Dream streams from. And they’d go to the beach and forget the sunscreen and Dream when come home tanned and George would be horribly sunburned and complaining. And he’d be able to hug him, and wrestle him when George got too cocky about winning in chess. He would be able to see him blush and be flustered when he would playfully flirt. He would be able to touch him. To feel him. 

Suddenly Dream couldn’t stop thinking of how much he would like to feel him. To know he was real. 

Hugging a pillow on his chest that ached at the sudden longing he let his eyes close and his breathing even out just as a notification popped up on his screen.

Georgenotfound is typing. . .

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George stared at his screen for what felt like hours. But in reality he had just gotten off of the call with Sapnap. He agreed that he would go to a therapist and he would start looking for one in the incoming week, and when they hung up he felt the need to let Dream know that he was okay. 

Georgenotfound: Hey

Sent.

He let his face fall into his hands. ‘Hey’? Really that was the best he had?

“Augh this is all so fucking stupid.” He said out loud, annoyed at himself more than anyone. He never realized that his friends were struggling just as he was, was he just full of himself? Did Dream tell Sapnap because he was getting tired of him talking about his problems only?

He shook his head trying to empty it from the doubting thoughts. 

And instead of sleeping he opened a blank document on word and titled it 
Things to Ask Dream:

Am I full of myself?

Am I a good friend?

Are you getting tired of being my friend?

Do you still want to meet me?

His eyes scanned over his list, and couldn’t help but slam his hands on his desk in frustration. 

All the questions were based around himself. Why was he so full of himself? Why couldn’t he think of Dream? How was he? Is he sleeping habits getting better? Is he having nightmares? Is he okay?

And now as he laid on his bed emotionally exhausted all he could think of were Sapnap’s words, 

“...you're clinging to Dream for help when he can only do so much.”

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Dream woke up with a terrible headache. He blamed it on the lack of sleep he had been getting rather than his growing worry for George. He decided not to mourn today on his sorrows and be a bit productive for his sake rather than jumping on his computer. 

He let hot water cascade down his tense back muscles and he jumped into the heat of a comforting shower. His muscles were taught with stress and he did his best to try to relax in his alone time. 

Just as he was fully allowing himself to blank from any thoughts other than the simple action of showering his phone rang. He willed himself to ignore it, but he couldn’t. He grabbed his towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist before going back to his room and grabbing his phone. 

George :) 

The name blared on his bright screen and he hesitated as he brought his phone to his ear. 

“Hi.” He was met with shallow breathing on the other end immediately making him worry. 

“George? You need to breathe with me.” He stated as calmly as he could. 

“I-I can’t-t Dream-m.” His voice was raspy, his breathing pattern irregular. 

“Please George, for me. Just like we always do. In through your nose for 4. Hold for 7, and exhale through your mouth for 8.” He directed the best he could with his thoughts in a bundle. 

He heard him struggling and stared at himself in his mirror watching himself doing what he was directing George to do trying to calm himself down. He had helped George with this before, but right now it seemed like George couldn’t get it under control. 

“Focus George.” 

“Can’t-t I can’t.” 

So Dream did the only other thing he could think of and hung up. 

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George stared at his screen in shock. He hung up. 

His breath became even more shallow. He fucked up. He was too much. Dream didn’t want him anymore. His feet became wobbly underneath him forcing him to sit down. 

Dream, Dream, Dream. He hung up. He threw his phone on his floor in anguish as he tried to catch his breath on his own.

His screen lit up facing up at him from the floor. 

Facetime Call incoming: DREAMY 

He grabbed the phone and rushed to answer. 

Dream was there. He was there staring at George through his screen. 

“Dream.” George whispered as he zoned in on the green-eyed blonde. 

“Breathe with me George. Come on. I’ve got you.” 

He’s got me.

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Yessss I had so much fun writing this chapter. I hope yall loved it because things are just getting interesting :)))

Til next chapter ;)