The Boy at The Park

Part 4. Did that just happen?

They two men made their way back as the time had hit 5 am. The first man, Dream, jumps the fence swiftly with no hesitation. Quite impressive if you ask George. He was next. Of course he jumped it with no problem but not as smoothly as the blonde did.

They made their way down the pebble path until they reached a, familiar to George, concrete path that led all the way to the very Centre of London.

Their conversations had now evolved from here and there small talk to more of a friend to friend convo despite them barely knowing each other. Dream had told him a bit more about himself, like why he was actually at the park in the first place, but he still seemed very secretive and George didn't know much about him apart from that. He on the other hand, had answered almost every question Dream asked him, just for the sake of keeping the conversation going.

However it felt nice. It's like they already had a bond of some sort. Maybe they were going to be bestfriends in the near future? You never know.

With some jokes here and there, they finally made it close to Central London. Now all the streets were scattered with people similarly like billiard balls being hit with a pool stick. Everyone rushing to work or to drive their kids to school while Dream and George just walked calmly through all the stress and hurry that the whole of London was in on this gloomy but beautiful morning.

"Just a few more minutes and we'll be there. Are you sure you don't wanna just split up now and you go- well wherever you wanna go and I'll walk on my own?" Said George while they turned a street.

Dream looked around for a minute before saying, "Oh no it's fine, besides it's too busy here anyways"

Wait what? Too busy for what? George thought, confused as hell, but decided to not question it and just said "okay if you say so."

They reached the street they were heading to and George had already spotted his house door amongst the string of identical buildings, but before he could say anything, his thoughts got interrupted with Dreams very odd behaviour.

He was looking around everywhere again, scanning the whole street and every house.

"Ar- are you okay?" Said George in a worried tone.

"Yeah sorry I'm fine my thoughts just wondered off." Dream says a lot calmer now after seeing there was no one on the street but them two.

"Ok-ayyy then. I was gonna say I see my house now so thanks for walking me back it was really nice of you" George says with a smile while starting to walk off when suddenly he feels a familiar hand curl over his waist and stops him mid stride. With every slight movement, George would simply just melt into the sensation.

But why? He was straight... ?

He felt the blonde tower over him from behind, as he moved his hands ever so slightly lower from the brunettes waist. George could feel his cheeks starting to blush but this time he knew Dream could notice because it was fully bright outside.

It made George feel safe, but also scared and nervous and weak. But most of all, it felt good, but he hated that because it made his mind go places it shouldn't go and he couldn't control it.

Then the blonde lowers his head to be in line with the other's, and whispers "when will I see you again Georgie?" In a mellow, deep voice.

George could barely get his thoughts and words together before clearing his throat slightly and saying "I.. um whenever you want I'm free most days after 5 pm."

"I'll be back here at 6pm sharp tomorrow, don't be late lover boy"

Lover boy? Those two words echo in the brunette's head. "Yep I'll be ready at 6."

The hands that were keeping his sides warm, and the breath that was blowing warm air on his neck giving him chills, disappeared in an instant. And so the brunette was left alone with flushed cheeks and his head full of questions that craved answers.

He was scared to turn around, hoping Dream hadn't seen how red he had gotten, and started walking a few steps till he reached his door. Then he couldn't stop himself from taking a glance back to look at the man. As he zoned off again while staring at the figure, the blonde turned around, as if he could feel George's stare, and starts walking backwards while giving him a quick wink and facing back to the front.

With shaky hands, George struggled to put his keys in the lock and when he finally got it open he ran in and shut the door behind him as soon as possible. He managed to calm down a bit when his hands ran through his soft hair and he slid down to the floor, his back against the door.

Did that really happen? Did I really go to that park? And what happened just now... I'll just call in ill today and sleep for a few hours to make sure I'm not going crazy.

He did as he thought, and made his way upstairs to his small bedroom and flopped onto the bed starfish style. He fell asleep in no time.

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The next few chapters I'm gonna incorporate some songs and maybe add a little ✨spice✨ if you know what I mean. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter :)