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chapter 9

Dream lightly gasped as a warmth covered his body. George was hugging him tightly, barely letting him breath. Dream smiled, returning the hug.

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Flashback from last night (George's POV)

George rushed into his room, instantly falling to his knees.

why would they do this to him? why would two of the people he loved the most hurt him like this?

his heart ached as he leaned against the side of his bed. his head swarmed with questions, not knowing the answers to any of them.

he stared out in front of him where Dreams suitcase and small duffel bag sat. sticking out of the top of the duffel was a small leather notebook. George immediately recognized it from the morning of his birthday. he crawled towards it, removing it from the bag.

he deserved to know. it was the least Dream could do after making out with his girlfriend. George opened the book flipping through the pages.

he felt uneasy as he began reading. it was his secrets, his stories, his life.

George stopped at one page, which wrote all the way across to the page beside it. he read aloud;

these days are some of the best days of my life. every day i get to talk to the greatest human alive. it's hard knowing the love you feel for someone isn't mutual between you and that person, but that's ok; just knowing George is all i need. he is one of the most amazing people in the world. i wish that i could see him. that i could hear him right in front of me instead of through a call. i always check the flights from florida to london, always seeing when the next flight is. i never book them, i just look. i hope to get one soon. so i can see George. so i can stand in-front of him.
entry 2
continuing of that last part, it's happening, i'm going to see him. i don't know how to feel or how to react or how he'll react, but i'm pumped. i just completed a speed run in less then an hour holy shit i have energy. and my gift. i can give him my gift.

George closed the book. none of the other entries were that detailed. they were about Dream or little stories of him and sapnap.

did Dream really feel the same way? did he truly love George all those times he said it?

more questions swarmed the boys mind as he flipped through more pages, seeing if there was anything else like this.

nothing.

George's heart skipped a beat. he felt special. he felt important.

he quickly scrambled back over to the bag and shoved the book inside.

should he confess his feelings? was this even the right time for that? ugh i hate this feeling.

George decided it was time to talk to Dream. he didn't even care about what Dream had done, he just wanted to see him. to be able to hear him in person.

Dream🙄🤚

George: can you come upstairs

Dream: uh yeah yeah sure

George took a deep breath. he wasn't just going to wait at the door and then just tell Dream everything. he was gonna act petty of course.

he set his phone on his nightstand and got into his bed, facing away from the door.

"George?"