Well, Dream was wrong. One girl really had just affected their whole friendship. Dream didn't even understand how, that was because Dream didn't actually know how George felt about him, so to him he thought George was just mad because he kept it a secret. Which was part of the reason, the other part was that George was heartbroken, he hated seeing Dream with Venessa.
It had been around a week since everything happened, and it's been a tough week for the both of them. Although Dream had Venessa, he has never felt lonelier, he missed George. As for George, he would just sit on his own, he missed Dream, so much. But he knew it'd hurt him more if he continued their friendship as normally when he was in love with him.
All George wanted to do was to shout, mainly at Dream. He couldn't help but be mad. He wanted to tell him how he felt about him and how he made him feel, but he couldn't. He often thought why not, its not like he hasn't already lost him, but its not worth it, he wouldn't get anything from it.
"George, you need to leave the house, and your bed." George's mum said with pity, trying to convince George to leave his bed.
George was curled up in bed, clutching on to his quilts. His mum was sat next to him, rubbing his back, trying to comfort him. He hadn't left his bed, except for school. They all had a week off school for the easter holidays, George planned on staying in his bed the whole time.
"I don't want to." George mumbled.
"I know you don't, but you can't do this. I know you must feel awful, but you can't waste your life staying in bed every day and I know its hard and its probably going to take a while for you to feel better, but although it may feel like it right now, staying in bed all day won't fix things, it'll only make it worse." His mum said, being right like always.
"I know, I know, but I just can't. I know its pathetic, I only knew him for a couple months, but I really do love him mum." He explained.
"George, the length of time you know someone doesn't determine how you can feel about them. It isn't about time, 3 years or 3 days, its about how they make you feel and how they treat you, that'll determine how you whether you love them or not. Don't call yourself or think that you are pathetic because you're not. Okay?" She comforted.
"I wish I didn't meet him, then I wouldn't feel like this." George said, trying desperately to hold in his tears.
"That's not true, no matter how much he hurt you, you know you don't regret meeting him. You made some amazing memories George; he was your best friend. Just because someone has hurt you doesn't mean that you would wish away all the memories and happy times, not everything good lasts George, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't have happened." She started.
"One day you'll see that losing people, no matter how important they were and how much you miss them, will develop you as a person. People will walk in and out of your life, unfortunately that's just a part of life and we can't change that." She continued, George now turning to face her, tears in his eyes.
"But is meeting someone, making memories and falling in love, really worth the risk of losing them?" George questioned, sniffing as a tear rolled down from his red, puffy eyes.
"George, there is always a risk of losing anyone that comes into your life. It's up to you to decide whether you think the risk is worth it, if they are worth all the possible pain." She finished, patting his shoulder and giving him a warm smile before exiting the room, leaving George alone in his thoughts.
His mum was right, he couldn't waste his life feeling sorry for himself and laying in bed. So he got up, walking over to his drawers, he pulled out a pair of navy-blue jeans and a white t-shirt.
Shortly after he had changed, he left his house. He started walking to a local park, one he had visited with Dream some time ago.
He sighed as he placed himself on the park bench, he didn't bother to pull out his phone, instead he pulled out a book, the book that Dream had recommended the day they met. George never got the chance to read the book, in fact he hasn't read much recently.
He opened the book and started reading, he had gotten completely lost into the book, losing all his thoughts regarding Dream. He definitely felt a lot better, still not completely okay, but he could see that, at this moment, he felt happy.
That was until he felt something brush past his shoulder and a figure appear next to him on the bench, causing him to look away from his book.
The two made eye contact, causing tears to form in George's eyes.
"What are you doing here, Dream?" George's voice cracked, trying desperately not to cry.
"Could ask you the same thing." Dream replied, tears forming in his eyes too.
It was obvious the two missed each other greatly, Dream was just too stubborn to text. Whereas George was too hurt to call. Dream just assumed he was angry, which I guess he was, but he was more just hurt.
The two continued staring at each other, locking eyes, neither one looking away. Tears forming, hearts racing and hands shaking. They both stayed completely still until they both moved forward, pulling each other into their arms and gripping tightly, now allowing the tears to fall.
"I'm so, so sorry for everything. Please George, please forgive me. I miss you so much." Dream begged through his sobs.
George thought for a moment.
"I miss you too, I forgive you Dream." George replied.
This is going to hurt, a lot. His mum said he'd have to decide, he would need to choose whether the pain was worth it, and it is. It's worth the pain, Dream's worth the pain. He'd take the risk if it meant having his best friend back.
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Can we like just appreciate George's mum in this story, like what a legend. She like gives such good advice and is so cool.
I've seen so many comments of everyone saying they love her, so I'm going to make sure she stays like this the whole way through, no plot twists (hopefully)
What are you guys thinking about this story so far? I'm trying to make it super detailed and good lol, so any ideas for the storyline would be appreciated as idk what else to do really lol.
