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He - Angst

Just some short angst for the soul.

Song inspiration: She by Dodie

Words: 933

Third person POV

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Am I allowed to look at him like that?

Could it be wrong when he's just so nice to look at?

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He sat across from George, staring off into the distance like he would on any other day. But this one felt colder then before.

He was with..her.

A beautiful brunette with creamy skin and golden eyes. She had a body like a goddess; perfectly imperfect. Even the flaws looked good, her dimples when she smiled and the sun-kissed freckles that spattred across her face.

She looked good in anything from a messy bun and sweat pants to curled hair and a sparkly dress. She was practically a princess, adored and  humble to anyone to whom would met her.

She's so caring and sweet that George has no reason to even dislike her.

The personality of well trained puppy and the attitude of a cat; pure sugar and in the best way bitter.

Yet, he doesn't like her.

Because she has something he doesn't, something he can't have.

Dream.

She has the man that George wishes he had.

He's known Dream for years and for all of them, those swarms of butterflies he feels when around him are always there. The heat in his face when he speaks. The urge to reach and touch him sparks at his fingertips. But its out of reach.

He feels so much smaller when he's around this girl. So much more insecure. Like maybe he should have laid off the breakfast this morning or start a skin routine or waist his money on trendy clothing just to get Dream to look at him again.

Dream was staring off with his lovely lady besides him, hand in hand, bodies touching..skin against skin.

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And he smells like lemongrass and sleep.

He tastes like apple juice and peach.

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Apple juice and peach. Lemongrass and sleep. And the feeling of regret and fear.

It was just a silly one-night stand..right? An accidental kiss that lead to something more. More then just friends but thats not now Dream saw it.

He saw it as a mistake, a tainted friendship that made his life shit. George never would have wanted to image himself in a situation like that.

Still in bed, pleading for Dream to forgive him because it was his fault. Dream threw on his discarded clothing, yelling at the smaller in a fit of anger while George continues to sob in the once warm bed.

Minutes ago they where cuddled up in a pre-morning embrace the smell of sweat and sleep still lingering in the air.

He felt the cold venom that was woven in every word that left the blondes mouth. The slow and disgusting fall of a once good 'friendship'.

Its not like Dream made the first move or anything so if you can't blame him then I guess there's only one other person.

It's not like Dream enjoyed it, maybe George was just a tool. A practical joke or a test of his own sexual fantasies. A pawn in a game of chess being used as a shield to let others through.

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Oh, you would find him in a Polaroid picture.

And he..means everything to me.

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George fiddled with a small cellophane picture in his pocket.

He had no reason to hold onto it but he did anyways.

It was him and Dream at the school dance a few months ago infront of the photo booth. The night it happened.

They looked so happy dressed in their fancy Tuxedos and practically drunk; having to use one another to stay standing. Full of laughs not aware what would happen the next morning.

Even after months of neglect from the blonde he still found fondness in their silence.

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I'd never tell

No I'd never say a word

And oh it aches

But it feels oddly good to hurt

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Silence between the group filled the chatter from the rest of the class.

Seniors.

Graduation was a week away; and it was saddning to the brit that he'd graduate with one less person.

They where acquaintances now. Not friends or best friends nor brothers just strangers at this point.

Was he even allowed to feel happy to the other at this point? Or happy at all?

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Oh
and I'll be okay

Admiring from afar

Cause even when he's next to me
We could not be more far apart

Cause he tastes like birthday cake, and storytime and fall.

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"But to him..I taste of nothing at all."

George let himself whisper a loud, catching attention of the blonde across the table.

George didn't make any attempt to look at the other but he knows he was looking at him. He stood up from his seat the small memory in hand as he walked to the teacher asking to go to the nurse because he "wasn't feeling well."

She gave him a empathetic look a she saw the broken in his expression..his eyes but she nodded and handed him a pass.

He weakly smiled and made his way to the door trying not to show any emotion, throwing away the small picture not caring that he missed the bin.

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Yes he, means everything to me

He..means everything to me

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Tears welled up in his eyes as he sorrowly made his way to the familiar nurses office.

But little did he know, a now stranger had picked up that small picture because

He...

ment everything to him.

Fin