water droplets //dnf//

ch22: no shirt

(no specific spot for song)

~George POV

I've never told anyone that. Anyone.

The person I chose to tell was my new boyfriend, who has depression and frequent panic attacks. I didn't think of the consequences when telling him. We sit quietly in the bath as Dream runs his hand through my wet hair. He's afraid to let go, I can tell by the tension of his arm around my side.

I don't know how to feel right now.

Hurt.. from the pain Frankie brought me. Happy.. that I made it out.
Grateful.. for the boy who's here with me.
Worried.. about how this makes Dream feel.

I don't know.

My mind starts racing but is immediately shut down by the warmth of Dreams words.

"are you ready to get out? if not.. i'll happily stay in here with you."

"yeah.. we have to get ready for the day."

I turn my head towards my boyfriend and kiss him, gently. He returns the kiss. We both let go at the same time, and I try to stand. I'm a bit weak, still scared from earlier. Of course, Dream was there to support me. It's always him. It will always be him.

~Dream POV

I wrap a towel around him and he walked to grab one for me. We both dry off and walk side by side to George's room.

"i don't think my clothes will fit you.. but you can try. well actually, i only have skirts-", George said.

"you wear all of my hoodies! i need at least one of yours."

"babe.. we're going to be living together.", George laughed.

"right.. i'll go downstairs and get our bags."

Still wrapped in the towel I walk down the steps and grab our bags, bring them upstairs, and set them in George's room by the door. He greets me with a smile and I open my bag.

Out of the corner of my eyes I see George's slim figure run to my side.

"let me help!"

"it's just all sweatpants and hoodies georgie-"

But before I know it he's poured all of my clothes on the bed.. he wasn't even dressed yet. I don't think we should let the colorblind person in the relationship pick the outfits but he's too enthusiastic to not let him. After sorting some outfits he points to one questionable fit in particular with a big grin.

"this is the one.."

It was an purple jumper with a light pink hood and pocket. The pants he matched with it were black sweatpants, with a thick blue nike sign printed on the side. The outfit wasn't horrible, but still a bit mis-match.

"well.. you definitely picked out something"

He playfully punched my armed and grabbed a pair of boxers from my bag. He handed them to me and I got changed right there. While I was changing he was picking his outfit. I assume a skirt and a jumper.

When I'm all ready I turn to see George in a light pink skirt, with no shirt on.

"do you need me to find a jumper? your skirt is pink if that helps."

"no.. i'm just wearing the skirt. it's hot in here."

He said it causally, not cocky. I walk over to him and lift him up, his legs wrapping around my hips. I lay him on the bed and start to kiss along his neck. I decide that because of the events earlier we should pause with intimate stuff. So I take my hands and start to tickle his exposed stomach.