The Boy at The Park

Part 3. The first sunrise

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After what felt like no time, George got woken up by a violent tug at his jumper.

"Wha- what happened?" George cries barely awake, but also in a lot of shock.

As he slightly sits up and looks up at Dream, wiping the drool he left behind on his lip, he realises that Dream's arm is still around him. And they were .... hugging?

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! George shouts quickly shuffling away from Dreams reach.

Dream just laughs, "do you not remember last night?!" Dream says sarcastically as if he were offended, "You were the one who started cuddling me!" He lets out a wheeze.

"Oh... I- um..." George staggers, blushing immensely, "I must of been really, really tired- I'm sorry about that.." George says scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"It's okay, atleast we kept each other warm" Dream winks with a smirks.

"Oh shut up it was an accident okay?" George rolls his eyes.

Dream chuckles and says, "Be happy I didn't just leave you on this bench, besides I woke you up now because the sun started to rise look...", he points at the horizon which lines up perfectly with the city buildings and lights. It was beautiful.

The midnight blue that was once present, had now began to fade into a baby blue then cotton candy pink and all the colours, like a painters palette, stretched out across the skies. Replacing more and more of the deep blue and stars, until the sun was visible with all its glory.

As George admired the view with slightly parted lips, Dream couldn't help but notice his features. George's chocolate brown, flowy, soft hair that was a bit messy from his nap. His different coloured eyes, one blue one brown, than now glistened from the rising sun's rays. And last but not least, his soft, pink, parted lips. He was perfect in Dream's eyes.

Wait what am I thinking

He shook his thoughts away quickly before steering his attention back to the sunrise.

"It's so beautiful" George finally spoke and turned his gaze to Dream. "Thanks for waking me up", they both smile and turn back to watch the skies still paint themselves various shades of blue and yellow.

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Some time passes and it got a bit chilly, you know the kind of morning cold that pinches your cheeks and gives you shivers.

"I-I better get g-going" George says trying not to stutter but utterly fails.

"Why's that Georgie? Too cold for you? Awwww" Dream says in a baby voice accompanied with puppy eyes.

"Yes actually and I said don't call me that" George says angrily without realising he's blushing again.

"You're so cute when you're flustered" Dream mutters still facing the skyline.

George looks to face him, lips parted again clearly in shock.

"I... um yeah I should get going" he says trying not to think about the unexpected compliment.

He's just playing George ignore it.

He starts to stand up when he feels two hands grab him gently by his lower waist. God he didn't realise how touch deprived he was (aren't we all lmao) until this gesture sent vibrations through him. He freezes in mid air.

"I'll come with, let me walk you back"

George blushes even more, he was probably glowing at this point.

"It's kind of far you probably don't want to come, I know my way back don't worry", George says politely.

"Just for you, I'll walk you back c'mon"

These words send shivers down George's body for like the third time he could count.

Why is he doing this? And why does it effect me like this...

"If you insist. But why?" George asks

"Oh cos that's what friends do don't they?" The same devilish smirk appears on his face. "Also, do you want my hoodie? You do seem a little cold there".

"No no I'm fine" George tries to toughen up and uncontrollably thinks...

He's so hot.

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A little bit shorter but that's fine :D also I forgot to mention earlier the slanted writing (like this) is the person's thoughts and that depends on who's POV it is at that moment so yeah. And then ofc the small bold writing in brackets here and there is just me commentating lmao, it's not part of the script.