Dream SMP OneShots

Chapter 11 - Fuck Your Polyester

Fuck Your Polyester

~ DreamNotFound ~

Type: Angst

Ship(s):
Toxic!DreamNotFound
SapNotFound
Dreambur
Word Count: 1228
Notes:
Doesn't take place in the SMP
George is toxic in this AU
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It's been months, but he still couldn't get the boy out of his head. Every night he would lay awake for hours, thinking back to a simpler time, back when they were happy. There was a constant nagging, however, at the back of his mind; were they ever happy?

Though he hates to admit it, when his boyfriend of five years finally broke it off with him after he had discovered that the guy had cheated on him with their best friend, he felt free. He felt... alive. No, he felt exuberant. He had more freedom than he ever had, more time on his hands.

"Hey, Clay, you there?" the twenty-nine-year-old that he was currently on FaceTime to. In response Clay hummed, signalling he was still there. "Okay, good. You went a little quite then. Worried you got panicked for a second there."

Clay chuckled, only for his heart to drop. "Wilbur," he whispered, eyes wide and heart in his throat as he stared at the notification at the top of his phone. "Wilbur, he... He messaged me..."

Wilbur's heart stopped.

No. No, no, no, no! This can't be happening! Clay – or Dream as some might know him as – was finally getting better, finally allowing himself to enjoy life with that bastard in his life. Why? Why now? Clay didn't deserve this.

"Don't answer him," Wilbur commented, knowing how much Clay's past relationship had affected him. The line went silent, the British brunette's heart dropping further than ever. Please, please don't answer him, Clay! "Clay..? You didn't answer, did you?"

"Um..." the Floridian dirty blonde responded, refusing to look at the man on his phone currently. "Look, Will, I'm the one at fault here, he left because I didn't pay enough attention to him!"

"Clay," Will murmured softly, concern lacing his every word as he spoke, "Clay, George left because he was a dick. You did the right thing of ending it. If you kept going like you were, something could have happened to you. I'm glad you got out of it when you did." Clay sighed, looking at the message he had prewritten whilst Wilbur was talking.

Hi, it's been a while hasn't it? How are you? How's Nick? I hope you're both doing good, and I hope that you two are happier than you were with me. I know you left because I didn't spend enough time with you, I know you left because I was being a dick and ignoring you, I know you left because I wasn't good enough. Just know that I'm happy for you and Nick, I just hope you're happy. Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Phil, Techno, Niki, everyone... they're convinced it was you and not me, but I don't believe them. You wouldn't have left if I spent more time with you. You wouldn't have left if I didn't ignore you. You wouldn't have left if I were good enough for you. It all comes down to me and what I did. I'm sorry I made you unhappy, I just hope Nick can give you that. See you later, Clay.

"Please don't get back in contact with him, Clay," Phil sighed. When did he get on the call? Glancing at who was on, he noticed it was the names he had listed in the draft text he was waiting to send George: Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Phil, Techno, and Niki. "He hurt you a lot. He'll just hurt you more, trust me." Clay sighed, reading over the text once more. He quickly pressed send before his heart leapt into his throat as he realized what he had just done.

No! No, no, no, no, no, no! I didn't mean to end that. How do I delete, how do I delete, how do I-!

Too late. He's seen it.

Great job, idiot! You should have just deleted it the moment you sent it! You fucking promised Tubbo you wouldn't text him - you fucking promised the guy. Great job.

Heh, yeah
It really has hasn't it?
Say, I'm going over to Texas to visit Nick
Wanna meet up while I'm heading down?

Clay's heart melted. It shouldn't have, but it did. George wanted to meet up. Did that mean they would be good? Friends? Like they were before their relationship?

Yeah, I'd like that
When do you wanna meet up?

How about tomorrow?

Okay
See you tomorrow, Gogy

See you tomorrow, Clayton

He was excited, extremely excited.

"He's excited," Niki noted, her German accent thick. "Clay... what did you do?" The man stayed silent before hanging up, putting his phone on charge and giong to sleep to get ready for the next day.

The next morning, he couldn't sit still. He was excited to see George again after all these months. Maybe he could make it up to him... anyway. After getting washed and dressed, Clay headed out to where the colour-blind man had told him to go an hour earlier. Upon arriving, he immediately recognized his ex and strode towards him after getting out and locking his car.

"You're here," the shorter male noted. Clay grinned his lopsided grin, looking into the man's beautiful brown eyes. The two spent the rest of the day together before George left to go meet Nick in Texas. A week later, the green-eyed man got a notification on his phone.

Sapnap is streaming: Q&A w/GeorgeNotFound! Come join us!

Though he knew he would regret it, he clicked on the notification and was greeted by both Nick and George sat together on Nick's bed, George on the Texas man's lap whilst he held the phone in his hand.

"Hey, guys! Q&A, how about that? Alright, let's see..." Nick's voice went into a murmur as he picked his phone up to look at questions. It started off simple, with questions like "when's your birthday?" and "what's your favourite flavour ice cream?" before it went downhill.

"This one is asked by... Punz! Hey, Punz!" Nick greeted, George waving towards the webcam. "And our dear Punz is asking... do either of you remember what Dream looks like?" the couple shared a glance before looking back at the chat where everyone was wondering the same thing.

"I guess we have to answer, huh?" George commented, causing Nick to nod. "Eyes green or grey, can't remember. A lot of time has passed since third of December. At least Nick has my sweater!" Clay closed his eyes, a tear slipping down before he decided to call George and make him realize what he just fucking did.

"Hello?" George asked, looking at Nick who motioned for him to put it on speaker. He did, eyes widening when he heard Clay's voice echo through the phone.

"Getting cold, but I have my own sweater. Fuck your polyester, 'cause cotton's way better!" At this point, the man was just saying what he never could while they were in their relationship. "You were playing Jack and Rose. When you sunk, only you froze, 'cause you gave him your sweater. You're lost in Atlantic, trying not to panic but now it's too late to come back." Clay couldn't help but smile as his mind ventured towards Wilbur. "Moved on and I'm better. Know my worth, I'm Heather. Not taken for granted."

With that he hung up, proud of himself. Opening twitter, Clay smirked slightly.

Dream @Dream
Fuck your polyester