water droplets //dnf//

ch7: thunder

~ Dream POV

I spend some time, walking with him around the house, showing him to his room, and putting his stuff away. I can't help but look when George pulls out his skirts from the bag. One exceptionally short one caught my attention. He would look good in that one. Well all of them but that one, that one specifically.

"george when did you start wearing skirts?"

"oh.. well at first i did it as a dare, but i started to like it."

"well tell whoever dared you, that im thanking them.."

"wait why?"

"because without that dare you wouldn't be here in that white skirt"

I take his hand and twirl him around. His skirt also twirling perfectly. He blushes from the sudden gesture.

As we keep sorting through all of George's items, I hear him yawn a few times. He's been tired since the car ride so I need to let him sleep.

"georgie i can finish putting your stuff away, i know where it all is going by now", George looked at me confused.  "i can see you're tired george, your bed is already made so.."

"dream you don't have to do that for m-"

"yeah but i want to"

With that I basically shoved him into his bed beside the dresser I was organizing. He scoffed playfully but still got under the velvety and violet sheets. He yawned once more before closing his eyes.

I wanted nothing more than to snuggle up next to him and relieve him from anything bad. Relieve him of all the stress in the world. But instead I'm folding laundry.

Looking at him causes me to slow down my folding. But I can't help it when the person in front of me looks like such a beautiful piece of art. I take it all in for the time I'm in there. But once I'm done I had to leave, it'd be weird to just sit there and watch George.

I walk through the hallway, back to my room. My phone is on the bed stand charging so I walk to my pc instead. I see a bunch of people in a VC so I text in the chat if there's an event or video going on. They say they're just chatting so I join.

"hey everyone!"

"yoo green man", says the child

"hey dream, how are you man?", says wilbur.

and a whole bunch of other voices choices welcoming hellos.

"i'm good i'm good.. sorry i haven't been on the last couple of days.."

"yeah well.. neither has george. do you anything to do with dream green boi?", tommy says playfully. Yet I'm still scared they know.

you blew it. your friends know about the accidental ticket.. if you can even call it that. now what? they figure out you thinks he's hot?

I snap back to reality when I hear a million different laughters coming from the VC. Oh.. okay he was joking. I let out a forced giggle to act like I found it funny but it truly scared me.

We talk a bit more but after a while my mind won't stop wandering to George. So I leave the VC before I say something I regret. I walk back to my front room but on the way I peer into George's room. I walk in and cover him with his blanket because the sheets were pretty thin. He eases into the blanket nicely.