George loved Dream, and Dream loved him.
So... why not tell him in a way than just saying "I love you"?
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George woke up next to Dream, he was still asleep.
He slowly started pulling up the sheets and sat up, turning himself around to get off of the bed.
George heard Dream exhale loudly. He turned around sharply, hoping he didn't wake him up. He saw Dream scoff and pout his lips in his sleep. He giggled and turned around. He walked to the door, he slowly opened it and walked out.
He walked to the kitchen and opened the cabinet that had glasses in. He took one and walked to the fridge and clicked the glass with the water dispenser. He stood there, letting the water fill up, and ran his fingers through his hair.
He walked to his room, thinking about the fact that if he never came, Dream and him wouldn't be together.
He got to his room and sat on his desk chair.
He sat down and thought to himself, that one day, yesterday. The way Dream touched him and the way he touched Dream.
He wrote it into a song, but the meaning was secret. Only him and Dream would understand.
...
There was a knock at the door after about 30 minutes.
George rushed to it and opened the door, it was obviously Dream.
"Hi George," He tried walking in.
"Hi- um," He pushed Dream away.
"What's wrong?" Dream asked while standing in the door frame.
"Nothing. I just want to be alone right now, if that's okay." He smiled.
Dream furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh, okay. Let me know if you need anything."
"Okay, I will." George slowly closed the door, hearing Dream's footsteps become quieter and quieter.
He felt bad, but he wanted it to be a surprise.
He sat down on his desk and took a sip of his water. He sighed and slouched into the chair, trying to think of something.
He tapped his fingers on his desk, blowing out air at the same time.
George reread it many times. He even hummed the lyrics so that he could see if he liked it or not. And he did.
...
George was happy with how it was. He decided that he would review it later, after he goes to spend time with Dream.
He walked out of the room and walked down the hallway, into the living room. Dream was watching football, and he was shirtless. His elbows were on his knees, fingers interlocked, and on the edge of his seat.
"Hi Clay!" George walked towards him.
Dream looks at him. "Oh, hi!" He smiles. He whispers, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." His face turned to a shock and he sits up straight and throws his hands up, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"
"What happened?" George asked.
"This stupid guy." He flopped into the couch. "Well, it's over now. What do you want to watch?"
"Anything." He sat down next to Dream, pulling his legs to his chest.
Dream started looking through Netflix.
"This one?" Dream asked.
"Eh, keep looking." He leaned his head on Dream's shoulder.
Dream kissed his forehead and continued to look.
