water droplets //dnf//

ch8: this world is fucked

(no specific spot to play song, just a good song.)

~George POV

I try to open my eyes.. but squint quickly because of the light traveling through the windows. I try and get up but the weight on my chest constricts me.

I look to my right and see Dream sleeping peacefully, arm around me. Our legs were intertwined comfortably. I get butterflies as Dreams arm continues to rub my side.

Dream is starting to move around a bit so I know he's going to wake up soon. I try and lift his arm from me but it's no use. So instead I take in the feeling for as long as I can. I look at him, he finally looks like he got some rest. His face.. so chiseled yet so pure.

Before I know it, Dream opens his eyes.

~ Dream POV

I look at George laying next to me, he's staring right at me so I chuckle. I finally realize how happy I woke up. Tangled and snuggling with George. I could feel my face get hot, I was cuddling with my bestfriend?

I awkwardly untangle myself and stumble out of bed.

"well um.. good morning goerge"

"morning dream, did you actually sleep well"

He acts like we weren't just cuddling for 8 hours.

"i mean.. yeah. i haven't slept that long, or comfortably in a while. and i mean a while"

I walk to the side of the bed that George is laying on. I grab my headache pills from the bedside dresser as he moves into a sitting position. I quickly swallow two of them, not because I have a headache right now, just in case.

"hey, i'm about the walk to the store if you, maybe wanna come?", I say sleepily.

"yeah let me brush my teeth and get ready first. you wanna help me pick out my outfit again!"

"georgie.. you already know the answer.", I say playfully as we both walk to his room. He pulls out the folded clothes, I see an array of jumpers, skirts and some pants.

I immediately spot the short skirt from yesterday. And my eyes scan the jumpers.. thinking about which would match the best. Before he even has all of the clothes out, I picked the outfit.

"georgie.. so i like that black one, with the white stripe. then for your jumper, the red one."

"dream, which one is the red one..?"

I couldn't control my laughter, I don't know why it was so funny, but something about it made me laugh so hard. He giggled but still didn't know which one was red.

"the.. the one beside the flower one.", I said between laughs. He scoffed and took the skirt and jumper and put the rest of the clothes in their assigned drawers. We walk to the bathroom together and I get my toothbrush. I put the toothpaste on and walk out of the bathroom.

"where are you going?", George says while fondling through his morning bag, looking for the toothbrush.

I stop brushing to say, "um don't you need to brush your teeth too?"

"yeah but, you act like we can't be in the same bathroom".. he grabs his toothbrush and applies his own toothpaste and starts brushing. I walk in and we joke around as we're getting ready.

We walk out of the house and head to the grocery store. Talking about our favorite foods, and what food George needs me to get.

We head into the store. People are looking at us, well George. I mean I get why, he's beautiful.. but I can tell they're more judgy. George doesn't seem to mind though, we walk through the store and he's unphased.

*TW: HOMOPHOBIA*

We bump into a man while walking because the store was so crowded.

"HEY.. watch where you're going f*g".

I stop. Did he really just say that to him. George apologized and tried to keep walking, he pulled my arm but I didn't budge.

I walked up to the man, I could feel my fists clenching.

"what're you going to do about it? you're a little f*g too.", he says pointing to my eyeliner.

I didn't even realize but I punched him. When I finally see what just happened my hand covered my mouth so quick. I look down to the floor, he fell and his nose was bleeding. I didn't feel bad, I just don't even remember doing it.

*TW: OVER*

I look back to George and he was smiling, causing me to smirk. I grab his hand instinctively, and we run out of the store. Forgetting to grab anything. Once we were on the other side of the the street, we started walking normally, hands still tangled together and we didn't even notice.

"hey, i'm sorry he said that about you"

"don't worry dream, i'm used to it"

That hurt me. He didn't deserve any of this.

"well that doesn't mean you deserve it. this world is fucked"

"well i mean what he said was true"

~George POV

What did I just do..

"what?", Dream was giving me a weird look.

"well this isn't how i wanted to say it but.. i'm gay?", i pause for a second to breathe, then continue.

"...or bi, or pan. either way i'm not straight... i've been with guys before. i'm sorry"

There was a long moment of silence, I thought I ruined our friendship. Why did I say it then. Why did I say it at all?

"georgie.. why... are you saying sorry?"

He looks at me, still walking along the sidewalk.

I was about to say something but Dream quickly said..

"hey man.. i'm proud of you", with a huge grin.

He swings our hands back and forth as we continue to walk. I lean my head against his shoulder for the length of the walk back home.

~Dream POV

As we walk back into the house George loses the grip from my hand, It makes me a little sad but I keep smiling.

"i have to use the restroom.. but before i do, i need to thank you.

"for what, exactly?"

"dream are you kidding me? you punched that man in the face for me, no hesitation. no one has ever done something like that for me."

"well what else was i supposed to do-"

"dream can you just take the 'thank you' for once"

".. okay.. you're welcome georgie.", I smile as he walks towards the bathroom.

~~~

A few hours go by, we're watching some Netflix on the couch when I hear George gasp. I look to my left to see him staring at his phone.

"what's wrong george?"

"dream.. LOOK AT THIS SKIRT"

He point the phone towards me eagerly and I smile. He would look so perfect in it.

"it would look good on you"

"well then maybeee.. we could go to the mall and get it?"

To be honest I hate the mall. The last time I went I panicked from the crowded areas and had to be escorted home. But if George will be with me, I'm sure I'll be fine.

"okay well, when do you wanna go georgie", I say looking at my phone to check the time, it was 1pm.

"how about.. RIGHT NOW"

Before I know it, George is putting on his shoes and running out of the front door.