Flower Fields- dnf

Gloomy day

George woke up the next day and glanced over at the clock on his bedside table, 9:43. His eyes widened and sprung up from his bed to get ready. After his dream last night, he wasn't in his best mood so he decided on a blue hoodie with black sweatpants and his rainbow converse.

He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, he had puffy eyes with dark circles under them and it was obvious he had been crying the night before. There was nothing he could do about it so he pulled up his hood, grabbed a granola bar, and walked out the door.

The walk to school felt like there was a rain cloud over his head with imaginary rain pouring down at him as he walked. There was a gloomy aura around him that was seen by the other people outside as they stepped aside to let him pass through. He just couldn't stop thinking about his dream. It made him upset that he finally got over it and now the nightmares were coming back to haunt him again.

George walked through the front entrance of the school and went to his English class that he shared with Dream. He pulled the classroom door open and everyone turned their heads to stare at him. He put his head down and walked to the back of the class where his desk was. Thankfully it was by the window so he could look outside and hopefully take his mind off the intrusive thoughts that clouded his mind.

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The bell for the end of class rang and George started packing his bag so he could be the last one out the door. He looked towards the students piling out of class pushing and shoving each other until eventually, they managed to get out of the classroom. George wished he could be one of those kids but what he did stopped him. He focused his attention on putting his books back in his bag when a body beside him caught his attention. It was Dream. George turned his body towards him and looked at his outfit for the day, it was a white shirt with a jean jacket over it with black ripped jeans and black Nike shoes. His blonde hair looked messy and his, what George guessed was green, eyes were filled with worry. George furrowed his eyebrows, what is he worried about?

"Hey, are you okay? You looked a little sad this morning." Dream said, interrupting his thoughts. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized he was worried about him. Someone cared and that made George's mood a little bit brighter, but not too much.

"I'm fine. Just a rough day, that's all." George smiled, a fake one, but it was still a smile.

"Are you sure? You know you can come and talk to me about anything right?" Dream noticed his tears and his eyes widened, "Georgie?"

George's tears overflowed and slid down his cheeks, "no," his voice cracked, "I'm not but I don't know how to talk about it. I'm used to keeping it all to myself." George held back a sob and wiped his tears with his hands.

"Oh George, I'm sorry you feel that way. We can go to the flower fields if you'd like?" George nodded and the two walked out of the classroom and out of the school.

The walk to the flower fields was long and silent. George stopped crying after a few minutes but promised himself he wouldn't cry in front of Dream and that it could wait until he got to the comfort of his bedroom.

After a few minutes, they arrived at the flower fields and walked around the flowers until they got to a hill that had a bench. George came to this bench a lot to do many things like think, read, cry, and sometimes even do homework. This was George's safe spot. He could do whatever he wanted to without anyone noticing. His special spot was hidden, tucked in between two trees, whose branches created an arch-like shape and had flowers growing out of it. It was perfect like it was made for him. 

George led Dream to the bench and sat down. He wanted to tell Dream about his past but he didn't know how. How was he supposed to explain what had caused his haphephobia to one of his closest friends? To a normal person, this would be simple, but George wasn't normal. He couldn't even touch his mother by going into a panic. He couldn't even explain what had happened to him until last year. How was he supposed to explain what had happened to someone he's barely known for a week? He wanted to tell him. He trusted Dream. He just had to get the words out of his mouth.