Street lights (DNF)

A fresh start (CH.12)

the group had already returned from the supermarket with everything they had gotten. Georges hands were filled to the brim with the cheap plastic bags, he placed them down onto the wooden table in the kitchen. He watched Sapnap, Karl and dream pack away what they had gotten. Including his powdered coffee. George glanced around the insides of the cabinets looking for some place to store the sweets he had gotten, although he couldn't seem to find one. There was much tension between the group of friends considering what had previously happened.

George knew considering the person dream was he probably seemed sorry for being so furious at the two, but George in fact was still mad they ruined his and Dreams fun. George wiped his thoughts away. He had put his hood up the whole time incase Karl and Sapnap decided to mock the marks dream had previously left on his neck. It seemed the silence in the room was so loud. George decided it was best if he scoured the bunker for the coffee machine himself.

He could hear slight sounds of speaking in the background As Georges eyes searched his and Dreams room through the many shelves, he spotted it. The coffee machine was layered in cobwebs and dust but over all still intact. He took it from the shelf and dusted it off with his sleeve. "Nice.." he jumped slightly as he heard footsteps from behind him. He looked around to see dream standing infront of the closed door. Dream let out a sigh. "George we need to talk.."

George walked up to him and looked up at his mask. "Uh- okay sure." He said hesitantly staring at the smile mask. Dream and george walked across the floor and sat down. "George we can't keep.. doing that okay?" He muttered sadly. His eyes widened. "Wait wait- what do you mean?!" His eyes clouded sadly "dream-.." he looked down at the floor. "I was talking with Sapnap and Karl and we agreed.. this is the apocalypse it's no place for two people to have a relationshi-" he was cut off by Georges sad yell. "It's not a relationship!" He huffed in a shaky voice. "George listen. We can't keep doing it ok-" he was cut off once more. George rose to his feet and clenched his teeth. "No dream! No! It doesn't matter what those arseholes think at all! I cant believe you'd even do this to me?!" A single tear slipped down his cheek. George quickly wiped it away.

"Do you even care about me anymore?! Your just going to ignore everything we ever had?!" George voice was shaky with sadness. "George I'm sorry-"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT DREAM!"

He stormed away out the door, tears streaming down his face. He ran to the bathroom quickly and slid down the wall, sitting down on the plain white tile floor. It was a shame the shower didn't work or he could have kept sanitary this whole time. But at the moment that was the least of his concerns. He curled up his legs against ahi chest and cried sadly, fearing he was so much less to dream now. George could barley see, he just sat there and cried.

Over an hour had passed and George heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Yeah.." he said shakily as the door slid open. He saw dream in front of him. Dream shut the door behind him and sat down besides George. George didn't meet eye contact with him at all, he was still mad. Dream lifted the mask off of his face, feeling his words would mean more if George could see him clearly. Resting his hand on the side of Georges face, he turned his head to face dream who was in fact tearing up. As George had been unable to see what his face had been looking like this whole time, his face softened as he looked at the strongest person he knew crying.

"George you mean the world to me you really do.. and I don't love you any less. If it were up to me I'd say it's fine but.." he paused to sniffle and wipe one of his eyes. "For Karl and Sapnaps safety we.. need to take a break from being anything other then friends- especially while outside. We need a fresh start." George frowned and leaned into Dreams chest. Dream wrapped his arms round the crying boy, looking down at him sadly. "Do we really have to?..." dream slowly nodded and sighed. "I'm sorry... I hope you can understand George." George took a while but finally sat up and nodded slowly, looking at the ground. Dream rubbed his hand along the scar that spread down his face, wiping a tear before placing the mask back over his face.

"I guess you might want this back.." George said sadly slipping off the hoodie. Dream pulled Georges off as well and handed it to him. "Thanks." George looked down as dream slid the green hoodie over his head. George slowly stood and cracked his hands before walking out the door and back into his room. He lay on his and Dreams bed helplessly sad, all he had ever wanted had just faded before his eyes. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞..