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starry nights

// ANGST

George loved Dream. That was a given.

They started dating on July 16th, 2019. The happiest day of George's life. He remembers it perfectly—the night sky shining brightly with stars, Dream's hand timidly finding its way to George's, Dream refusing to make eye contact with George as a deep crimson blush spread across the bridge of his nose, ending at the tips of his ears.

"George," Dream began, nervously chewing his lip. A gentle breeze brushes against their cheeks, the atmosphere around them suddenly peaceful. Like George had drowned everything out except for Dream and the sound of Dream's voice.

"Dream," George chuckled breathlessly, a smile creeping onto his face. He searched Dream's eyes, only finding an overwhelming amount of adoration in them.

"George, I-" Dream took a deep breath, "I really like you. I...I love you."

George's eyes widened, all the air in his lungs suddenly being knocked out. His heart was pounding so hard that he could feel it in his ears. Dream's breath also caught in his throat, worry suddenly evident in his face.

"I'm sorry," Dream mustered out after a moment as he tried to pull his hand away, "that was weird and uncalled for. I'm sorry."

"Dream," George repeated, tightening his hold on Dream's hand. Dream paused, eyebrows raising expectantly. The brunet swallowed, taking in Dream's moonlit features, "I feel the same way. I have felt the same way for...for I don't know how long."

"Really?" Dream whispered, so quiet that George had to strain his ears in order to not miss it. A giddy smile tugs at both of their lips as they stare at each other in disbelief, as if to say, "This isn't real."

The stars shone brightly above them, undying and twinkling with newfound hope and love.

Almost as if it were instinct, their lips collided in a high energy kiss, one that most wouldn't consider a kiss because of how hard they were smiling. Teeth clashed, breathless giggles were exchanged, their noses were awkwardly pushed together; it really was the print definition of an imperfect kiss.

But it was perfect to them, and that was all that mattered.

George remembers their first date as an official couple. Dream had taken him to a private beach on the warm Florida coast.

There had been red—not that George could tell—rose petals arranged in the shape of a heart on the white bed sheets in the bedroom they shared during their week-long date. Cliché, George thought to himself, but he appreciated it nonetheless. Dream was a hopeless romantic and he would have to live with that.

They walked on the beach as the sun slowly disappeared under the horizon. They walked on the sand as the warmth slowly faded and turned into a nice coolness between George's toes. They walked hand in hand as the low tide lapped at their feet, causing a chill to run up George's spine. The stars began appearing above, and George immediately recognized several constellations like Ursa Major and Cepheus.

George could feel Dream's burning gaze into the side of his head. He turned, smiling softly at the dirty blond.

"Someone is staring," George teased cheekily, giggling at Dream's shyness. He wrapped his arms around Dream's shoulders and placed a quick kiss to the tip of his flushed nose.

"You're just too breathtaking," Dream murmured, pressing his lips to George's cheek. The brunet nuzzled into the touch, sighing as Dream wrapped his arms around his middle.

They stood together, rocking side to side in the slightest, as the ocean pushed against their still feet, dragging after a moment. There was a calming stillness in the air as well as a cold wind, but Dream provided all the warmth that George needed and more.