The Boy at The Park

Part 11. Secrets

A few days have passed since George asked Dream if he wanted to move in. Dream had now managed to unpacked most of his bags, apart from one. That one bag was left untouched sitting on a shelf next to the front door.

George, after walking past it one too many times, finally asked him. "Hey what about this bag, I think you forgot about it..." George reached out his hand before being interrupted with Dream slipping just infront of it and standing there sort of awkwardly.

"Oh yeah I forgot sorry haha." He said nervously and quickly grabbed it off the shelf and ran away like a small child, before disappearing into their bedroom.

All that was heard was the aggressive shuffling and creaking in the wooden floor boards. He was almost hugging it, like for dear life, as he ran out of sight.

What was that about? George shrugged but thought not much of it. That was until next morning Dream got up early to go do some 'business', which of course was all the detail George got.

Secrets, again ...

But this was his chance, the second he heard the door close, he jumped off the bed and started looking around the room for the bag. He saw a glimpse of it earlier so he knew where to look, Dream was trash at trying to hide something.

But George got a little suspicious when he moved the other bags away and he didn't find the one he was looking for.

He must've just moved it, whatever.

A few hours pass and Dream finally comes back, but is met with George at the door, leaning on the door frame with an angry expression. Something quickly catches his eye, Dream was trying to hide the bag behind him.

"You think I'm stupid? What's in the bag?" Says the brunette lifting an eyebrow.

"No hello no anything to your favourite person?!" Dream says trying to hide his embarrassment with a laugh.

"Cut the bullshit, I said what's in it. You've been acting weird around it." George replies seriously.

"It's just work, some files and papers and stuff... you know?" He says, stuttering over his words before quickly brushing past George and heading straight to the bedroom to re-hide the bag and closing the door behind him.

Dream's POV (sorta) :

What he didn't know is that George didn't have to follow him to know where he's hiding it. He also didn't realise how noticeable his limp was.

He heard George shouting from behind the closed door. "Wait what happened to your leg? It looks painful do you need my help?"

Shit

"Urm- n-no, no I'm okay I just tripped over my laces but thanks." He spluttered the first thing that came to mind and hoped George would fall for it...

I can't let him find out... he will be in danger...

505 words

"I'm going back to 505..." 😫

Also I decided to write shorter chapters but update more often that's why it's a little short.