Hayloft || dreamnotfound

Freak Show

TW: internalized homophobia, sexual innuendos, fighting/arguing, foul language

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Pretty when I cry
You're such a fucking whore
And I really want you back
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Dream was pissed.

"He misses you." The blonde rolled his eyes.

"Maybe he should say that to my face."

"Well that's a bit hard to do when you refuse to face him yourself eh?" The shorter male stated clearly annoyed. "C'mon don't be a pussy. If you'd both just get over it and talk to each other you'd be balls deep in him by now."

Dream's lips parted at that as he stared blankly at his friend. His eyes widened as he processed what he said his face flushing.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He slapped the other boy's arm. Sapnap let out a laugh.

"I'm just saying dude. There's no need hiding it I know you've got a bit of a um, thing per say for the guy."

"I'm not gay Nick."

"But George is different right?"

"Fuck off." The ravenette sighed as he watched his friend get up and storm out of the room.

"He'll learn one day."

Clay pushed his way into the bathroom slamming the door open. Upon hearing a gasp he looked up. As his jade eyes met with blue he had half the mind to turn and leave right there.

"Clay" the brunette said with a smile as he stepped closer to the blonde. "I've been looking for you but you always seem to disappear when I try don't you?"

"Maybe I didn't want you to find me."

"But is that really how you feel?" George said his expression softening slightly as he reached for the boy before him only to have his hand pushed away.

"I don't know George why don't you tell me how I feel since you're so good at it?"

"Clay I-"

"You know you never even told me anything. I still don't know what I did to upset you that day. All you did was snap at me. I'm sick and tired of your shit. I'm done with you telling me how I feel. I'm sick of you babying me. I'm tired of you toying with me like this." He watched the brunette's expression grow sour.

"Toying with you? What the hell I've nev-"

"Don't even. I mean come on, you sit here and you mess with me. I mean you seduced me for crying out loud! You seduce me and then you fucking snap at me like I did something wrong when All I've done is introduce you to my friends. It's like I'm just some toy for you to play with George."

"You're making me out to be worse than I am."

"You're the one who's being a fucking whore. Who knows how many other guys you've been doing this to behind my back."

The brunette blinked at him biting his lip to hold back tears. "I know you know that.. that that's not what I meant to do Clay. I don't know what is up your fucking ass but you're being a real prick right now. I just wanted to help you."

"Maybe I don't want your fucking help."

"Then maybe you should have said something so I would have stopped trying long ago. Maybe I wouldn't be so caught up with this right now. But you know what Clay? I am because I care about you. I don't want to ducking see you dead on the side of the road because you won't get help unless I do something." George spat allowing a salty tear to roll down his face. "I know I may have upset you but Jesus Christ clay, you're fucking selfish. You think you don't need help, but one day you're going to get hurt and I'm not going to be there to help you back up. You'll be gone and you'll have no one to blame but yourself for your fucking childish behavior."

"I- th-this isn't what I want. I-I I don't want to fight with you." Dream let out a shaky breath running a hand through his blonde locks. George stared at him in disbelief.

"Then what the hell do you want Clay? I don't want to sit here and fight with you either but it seems like that's the only thing we can do anymore." The brunette stated. Dream shifted his gaze off of the brunette to look anywhere but him.

"I, uh" he shifted his weight. Dream knew what he wanted. He'd known for a while now but accepting the way he was feeling was hard. The way he felt went against everything he'd ever known and he wasn't sure how he was meant to explain it to George.

Tell him

"What." George sniffed glaring at the boy in front of him. Clearly getting annoyed.

No no I can't I can't.

"I.."

"Just spit it out clay."

Clay didn't speak. He bit his lip and turned his gaze to the ground. His hands fiddled with the hem of his shirt as he tried to think of something to say, something to do.

"If you're not going to say anything then I'm leaving." George said crossing his arms and moving to leave. The blonde couldn't let that happen. He quickly moved to trap the brunette against the wall. The back of his neck burned as he nervously stared down at the mildly frightened brunette. Clay's breath hitched as he watched a rosy tint rise to the other boy's pale complexion.

"Clay?" The blonde let out a shaky breath.

Fuck.
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