water droplets //dnf//

ch26: maybe

⚠️: agaga hola hola bonjour comment ça va? ça va bien, et toi?

~Dream POV

Once again George is asleep. I look to my right and see him nuzzling against my shoulder, he seemed comfortable. I slightly turn down the music so it's not to loud in his ear.

I take time to admire him. The warm tones on his pale skin. His long dark eyelashes that get me everytime. The pillowy and fluffy hair that I could run my hands through all day and never get bored of. He looks peaceful.

Almost calm. At one with the world. I wonder what he's thinking.

After seeing him stressed lately, it's nice to watch him be at peace.

Honestly, I don't even know if it's stress. Maybe he's reconsidering everything. Maybe he doesn't want me anymore. Even if I wasn't dating him, I know him well enough to tell something is wrong. Maybe it's serious.

I feel my body tense up at the thought George is upset and not telling me. George shuffles around and my attention is back on him again completely.

He's just been off.

We all have off days, but I'm allowed to be worried. I'm his boyfriend.. I should be worried for that matter. I'm not going to bring it up on the plane, or as soon as we reach home.

I'm sure it will just be a small conversation about why he's been down. Or maybe I'm overthinking and he's fine. He could be fine.

I mean I'd be off too if I were him. Withing days he came out to me, we started dating, he told me about everything. His ex, we visited his shit mom. I just want him to be happy.

So I need to ask him.

And I'll do something for him, to try and chill out.

I pick up my phone and quickly make my way to the Google app. After half an hour of searching and scrolling, I found something. My eyes start to hurt from staring at the bright screen but I need to do this for George.

I click on the link, taking me to the Daytona Beach Hotel website. I scroll through the images, admiring the beautiful scenery. It's perfect. Just the place to stay with George. We need this. He needs this. The sigh of relief I let out was quiet, so it didn't disturb George.

I set down my phone and turned up the music. Letting my head lay on the head rest.

Everything is fine.

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My eyes flutter open after hearing a loud crash. I instinctively look to George, checking if everything is alright. He's sitting there, scrolling through my phone. I suddenly remember we were playing music, and the loud noise came from the earbud.

George turned towards me and smiled, pausing the music.

"you're awake!"

"how long was i out?"

"hm no idea.. i woke up about 20 minutes ago"

"sleep well?"

"as well as i can on a plane"

I shut my eyes and wrap my arm around his shoulders, bringing him closer to me. I was about to fall back asleep when he continued to speak to me.

"hey hey.. i'm bored. let's do something"

"watch a movie george.."

"clayyyyy"

He dragged on the word, he knows exactly what he's doing. His voice hits my ear in all sorts of ways.

"fine! like what"

"you pick.."

I scoff at the fact he wants me to pick and I didn't want to do anything. But as long as it's with George I'm fine with everything.

"how about... cuddle and nap!"

He smacks my arm lightly, it doesn't stink at all but I pretend to pout.

"you baby.. we can just ask eachother random questions"

"what kind of game is that-"

"do you have anything better dream?"

"well.. no"

"okay then.. me first!"

He's a bit too excited for this game. If you can even call it that. But his enthusiasm reaches me and I'm actually intrigued on what kind of questions were going for.

"best candle scent?"

"george i don't know-"

"clay if you don't answer the question i swear.."

He sounded stern but we both know he wouldn't do anything.

"black cherry from bath and body works.. perfect mixture of sweet and bitter."

"very specific.. your turn"

"okay um-  your favorite dinosaur"

"EASY! pterodactyl"

"yeah.. spell pterodactyl"

"dream now that's cruel"

We both laugh and continue our game. Silly questions like what kind of pencils we prefer and the prettiest aesthetics. I have to admit, it was a fun game even though at first I thought it'd be weird. I feel closer to him. Knowing these random things is going to help in the long run. I know to buy mechanical pencils for George even though I like wooden No. 2.

It's hard to process how two different people are so perfect for eachother. I've thought about it before but especially now. None of our answers were the same, yet we share so much.

I used to think love was dumb. The idea that you could spend your whole life with a person just to die. But not with George. He makes me feel alive. He's something worth living for. I still don't admire the cliches on television but the feeling is real. Like you can never let them go. The feeling of butterflies everytime you think about them. The eagerness everytime you see them. And just needing them.

I need George.

It's like I can't imagine life without him right now. I'd probably be sitting on my couch, with no energy to speak to anyone. But I can't imagine that with George.

I want to talk with him 24/7. Talk about our day, asking random questions, having a deep conversation. I'd talk about anything with him.

~George POV

"okay..best version of mickey mouse?"

I wait for his answer but after a minute I look at him, previously staring out the window.

His eyes are focused on the seat in front of him, blinking once every few seconds. It's not a worrying stare though. He's smiling, and fidgeting. Probably just thinking. I wonder what he's thinking about.

I don't want to interrupt him so instead I cuddle beside him. Sighing before unpausing the music to once again fall asleep. But I can't.

My mind doesn't let me. I try to clear the thoughts. Blank mind. But I cant. Somethings stopping me from sleeping, but I can't put a finger on it.

So instead we just sit there. The loud silence was comforting to both of us.