~Dreamnotfound Oneshots~

Pleaser

based on "Pleaser" by wallows :]

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George slowly climbs out of his bestfriends bed, having stayed over at the blonds place because of a party that was across the street the night before.

He listened to the quiet rumble of sleep talking coming from the other, random words that had no meaning but made him smile nonetheless.

All the brunet wanted to do was move the dirty-blond locks out of the way of Dreams freckled face, and tell him the three words he longed to share. But he could never say them.

On his walk home all he could think about is his struggle with sharing affection and emotions through words, opting out to silence and quickly averted eyes when he felt eye contact had been going on for too long. Almost feeling like Dream could see through his eyes and into his brain, seeing whispered confessions and worry about heart breaking reactions.

The cold breeze rustled his brown hair as he kept his stare on the pavement, continuing his short walk to his own home.

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The next weekend had gone the same. George showing up to Dreams house on Saturday, getting ready and laughing together, conversation flowing smoothly like usual.

The shorter could feel his heart swell as the green-eyed boy, just like last weekend, grabbed his hand, dragged him to his car outside. They drove to the party, music playing on the radio as they bobbed their heads and sang along to the beat.

Everytime they went to parties together, George felt like he could never do it again. He always felt like if he drank one more shot, slipped up on one more word, dragged Dream away to quickly from whoever was flirting with the Floridain, that Dream would catch onto his crush.

But he always went to them, loving the lively experience of a semi-drunk Dream. Also wanting to please the blond, remembering those green puppy dog eyes that begged him to go with him, saying "it won't be fun without you, Georgeieeee" dragging out the end of the sentence the very first time Dream asked him to accompany him to some highschool party.

How is he supposed to say no to that? How is he supposed to deal with Dreams naturally flirty nature, let alone his even more flirtatious self when he's drunk?

They arrive at whatever party they have planned for that week, the brown-eyed boy trying his best to come up with plans to make the taller have a good night, please him with his own ideas and in return get wide smiles and loud laughs.

In the middle of the party, George is being dragged out to the car, once again by a freckled stained hand. Those same hands gripped the steering wheel, driving to the nearest park.

They found an empty wood bench, taking a seat and staring out at the setting sun. The brit feels his throat dry, now is the perfect time to spit out those three words, to say them and mean them with every inch of his being as they look out at the beautiful sky, even if it's not as vibrant and colorful to him.

But instead of talking, falling submissive to the growing dark thoughts clouding his vision, he sits back and tries to enjoy the bliss of the blonds presence next to him.

He always felt so clouded next to the blond on late nights like these, his brain felt foggy and cold, but Dream always seemed to make him feel lighter, more warm. And the green-eyed boy did just that, looking over and smiling at George, making butterflies erupt in his stomach, smiling back at the boy he cares for so much.