Back to George's POV
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As hours flew by, then days, then weeks, everything felt perfect. George even got a pay rise at his job which was great. Paying his rent was no longer something that troubled his thoughts on a day to day basis.
The two boys still met up at the roof of the building almost every day, adding more and more memories to their collection. They were bestfriends now with no doubt. They knew so much about eachother....
or so George thought, he would find out soon enough that this wasn't the case.
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George still remembered the first time Dream took George to that spot, that time they almost kissed... he didn't know if Dream thought anything of it, but one thing he did know is that if he leaned in that time, Dream wouldn't hesitate to kiss back. He just knew he wouldn't, he could tell it from those annoyingly beautiful green eyes of his.
Neither of them wanted to face the fact that that sunset was definitely something, instead they never touched upon the topic. Not even once.
It made George sad. He knew he was in love with him. After days and weeks of that question bothering him, do I actually just see him as a friend, he gave in. He accepted it. But he didn't see any resemblance of that in Dream, yet he thought they were so close.
One morning George texted Dream, as he did everyday before his shift.
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6:47am
Dreamy poo <3
📞 📷
Good morning sleepy
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No answer. Hmm this is weird. He's always up by now.
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7:04am
Dreamy poo <3
📞 📷
Good morning sleepy
You up?
Are you okay?
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Still no answer. George was starting to get worried, he tried calling him several times but his phone would go straight to voice mail.
"What the fuck" He said out loud to himself.
Whatever he probably forgot to charge his phone or something.
But soon George got that gut feeling like someone was pulling at his insides, it's like when you get butterflies but painful.
Dream always made sure to charge his phone, in fact he was always the one to text George first...
After a few more tries he gave up and went to work. He was already late after all. As he was walking he couldn't stop himself from calling one more time, maybe this was the time he picks up?
" it's 7:45 now come on!" He says gritting his teeth as he dials the number. And yet again that damn voicemail.
"Fuck!"
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I decided to add a little different ✨spice✨ Do you guys want it to be a happy ending or... cos to be honest I have ideas for both scenarios.
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The Boy at The Park
Roman d'amourGeorge, the college drop out who moved to Central London to get away from his family's drama, finds his peace of mind going on his nightly walks around the brightly lit city, and outskirts. As dangerous as this may sound, it's only just him and his...
