water droplets //dnf//

ch23: safe in your darkness

⚠️: tw- homophobia(i'll say when)
(no specific spot for song)

~Dream POV

It was around 4 and George's mom wanted us there at 5:30. George never told me why she didn't like him. So I decide not to judge at first.

We're sitting on his couch, he's playing Uno with himself because I won last round. He's such a sore loser.

"georgie, we should probably get ready"

"um.. one second. i'm about to win!"

"well no duh. you're the only one pl-"

"shut up dream you're distracting me!"

"uh huh.."

He finished setting down his last card and jumped up in victory. He did a small dance and looked at me with a cocky smirk, but I just stood there, trying not to laugh at the site.

"ugh you're no fun clay.."

He grabbed my hand and we walked upstairs. I only brought one nice shirt, because I didn't expect to meet his mother. But I grab it out of my bag and slide it on. I put on a pair of black jeans and quickly put on some socks.

It's nothing special but, I still looked good. I turn to George who has a few items of clothing in his hands. I walk behind him and wrap my arms around his waste.

"what're you gonna wear baby?"

"that's what i'm trying to figure out."

I change my focus to the different clothes in his hands.. they're all pants?

"georgie skirts look nice.. they're considered dressing up too so-"

"dream i can't."

".. huh?"

"not with her. i can't."

My face drops when I understand what he meant. His mom doesn't accept that he's gay. I have worried about what my parents will think but I know they'd never say anything bad. It must hurt. I move my hands to his hips and spin him to face me.

"well fuck that. you look good either way"

George was still scared to wear a skirt though.

"here.. let's compromise. you don't have to wear a skirt but, can i do your makeup?"

"that's sounds good."

I didn't want to push him out of his comfort zone. So this was perfect

George got done getting dressed. A black jumper over a white collared shirt. A white skirt would've matched perfectly with it but we settled for white jeans.

I was applying George's makeup as he repainted my nails on the hand I wasn't using. He did all random colors and it was kind of messy but, I thought it was gorgeous.

~George POV

We're in the car, 10 minutes away from my mom's house. The silence in the car is loud. It's an awkward kind that me and Dream never experience.

"dream what's up?"

"huh? oh!

sorry.. i was just thinking, are you going to tell her i'm your boyfriend."

"i didn't really think about it.. do you want me too?"

"only if you're comfortable.."

Normally my answer would be no because my mom's response would not be good but, instead I say,

"well, we can see when we get there."

I have hope.

We arrive at her house, and as the car stops we both stare at the other. I can hear Dream sigh as he steps out of the car, I follow suit. We meet at the sidewalk. I don't grab his hand like
normal but, we walk closely together. He shows me his watch as we walk to the porch.