The Boy at The Park

Part 2. Lighter

"Urm... hi... ?" said George with a very faint, shaky voice, "are you the night guard here or something? I'm so sorry I was just-" before he could say anything else he was cut off with a short, cunning laugh coming from the stranger.

"Pftt, you think I look like someone who would take night shifts? Especially at a park?!" the man said, still with a laughing undertone.

"I.. um.. well technically speaking... I can't see you because of how dark it is but um.. George said hesitantly under his breath, just loud enough for the stranger to hear.

"Mmmm" you have a point.

Then the man started quickly rummaging through his clothes, supposedly trying to find a pocket, and pulls out a small object. George had no idea what it was until...

Flick

A small flame appeared illuminating a small circle around it's centre, like an orbit. It was a lighter. He lifted it up to his face just enough for George to see the outline of his jaw and his lips.

His skin, looked soft, tanned and precious, complimented by his soft, full lips. And on top of that his stunning, sharply defined jawline.

A smirk reappeared on the man's face, now visible to George, as the realisation hits him that he's been staring at this man for about 10 seconds saying nothing.

"Come on now, you've only seen half of my face and you're already day dreaming about me?" The stranger chuckled.

"Oh- um sorry I was just... looking at the lights behind you haha" George said nervously clearly tripping over his own words.

"Sure, sure"

"So anyways, if you don't work here, what are you doing here at 3 am?" George asks, now recovering from that lie he definitely didn't pull off.

"I could ask you the same question couldn't I?" he grinned

"Okay okay stop playing with me what do you think this is? First you scare the hell out of me and now your playing around?! I asked you a question now answer it!" George says now clearly annoyed.

What the hell is wrong with this dude? George thinks to himself.

"Calm down, I'm here for the same reason as you", almost as if he read George's mind. "Just to wonder round look at the view. You know I didn't expect to see anyone here either." He says, this time with seriousness.

"O-kayyy anyways, what is your name?" George asks.

The man hesitates for a bit but then starts walking a little closer to George, to the point where all his facial features were now visible.

George felt vulnerable.

The man then gently lifts up George's chin, forcing him so make direct eye contact and whispers, "My name is Dream, nice to meet you". It echoes in the darkness.

This sent shivers prickling down Georges whole body, before Dream turned around and walked over to sit at the bench, that was accompanied by the beautiful view of the city lights. He puts his leg over his other, and makes himself comfortable by stretching his arms out across the top rail.

George just stands there, frozen, before he couldn't stop himself from muttering "wow".

The image of Dream's face was still in his head, like a ghostly image. The feature that mostly stood out to him was his piercing, emerald green eyes. But that doesn't mean the rest of his face wasn't stunning of course. It was littered with, what looked like, hundreds of small freckles just like the sky was littered with thousands of stars that night. Not forgetting about his perfectly shaped eyebrows, long eyelashes and equally as perfectly styled, dirty blonde hair.

Saying he was attractive was a massive understatement.

When he finally snapped back from this encounter, he made his way to the bench too. He sat down on the other side of the bench admiring the scenery. However he couldn't help but realise how much taller Dream was than him, although he was slouching a bit, he was still much taller.

Dream shuffled over to George putting his arm around him, as George flinches a bit.

"Don't be scared of me, I'm just a man who you met at 3 am at a empty park" he chuckles to himself with a smile spreading across his face revealing his perfect pearly whites.

"Whatever". George huffs and returns his stare to the skyline.

"My name is George by the way" he said not breaking his gaze from the view.

Dream chuckled a bit.

"What's so funny?" George says annoyed but with a hint of nervousness.

"Oh nothing I just really like the name George... or Georgie as some would say" he couldn't stop himself from wheezing.

"Hey don't ever call me Georgie, that's weird. Just George is fine thanks" he says, rolling his eyes trying to sound annoyed, but he himself couldn't stop a small smile forming on his face.

They sat that this for a quite a while admiring the beautiful view together. They didn't speak a lot apart from the small talk here and there, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. In fact, George felt safe for some reason. He felt like he's known this man for months or even years, despite literally knowing the bare minimum about him.

A few minutes pass and George starts to yawn.
Before knowing it, all of his tiredness hits him like a truck, (honk) and George puts his head on Dream's chest, making him jump a little from the sudden touch. He makes himself comfortable my snuggling his face into Dream's hoodie, and closes his eyes and murmurs to himself "mm goodnight.." before  falling fast asleep.

"What the-" Dream says quietly trying not to wake him. "Well- looks like I'm stuck here for now" he shrugs with a small smile.

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A bit longer than the first chapter but its fineeeee