water droplets //dnf//

28: are you still mine

~Dream POV

Another day of getting off planes, carrying luggage and messed up schedules. When we arrive back in Florida it's about 3 pm.. although it would be 8 in England.

The drive back home was just like the others. We listened to music, stopped for food, and sang loudly. As we drive further into town I can't feel the wind pick up. When we reach the freeway I start to see drops on the windshield.

They're small at first but quickly pick up pace. I missed the chill spring Florida weather. Not too hot but a comfortable temperature.

I want nothing more than to close my eyes and let the sound of the drops resonate with me, like they always do. The song on the radio fades out of it's beautiful instrumental into the meaningful lyrics.

*start song here*

*whoa, my love, my darlin
i've hungered for your touch*

I breathe with the tempo, still focusing on the road but drifting into the music. The words fill my empty ears and echo throughout my mind.

*and time goes by so slowly
and time can do so much.
are you still mine?
i need your love
i need your love*

The classic lyrics might be dated from awhile back yet, they still sink so deep.

Droplets being pushed off the windshield by the wipers, as I stare blankly at the road. We have something in common. We're falling. I'm constantly falling for George and the droplets are falling towards the ground.

*lonely rivers flow
to the sea, to the sea
to the open arms of the sea, yeah
lonely rivers sigh..
wait for me, wait for me
i'll be coming home, wait for me*

We're getting closer to home as I'm slowly drifting back into reality. The reality George and I have made side by side. The reality where George and I are meant to be. Perfectly hand crafted for eachother.

I realize I'm on a very familiar road. We're almost there. Our home just a few blocks away. I turn to George, his eyes shut. His body limp. I assume he's asleep but, I don't remember him yawning or anything. The music fading out. To reveal the last few lines as I pulled into the driveway.

*i've hungered for your touch
a long, lonely time.
and time goes by so slowly*

As I put the car in park, I can feel a wave of relief hit my body. We're finally home. No one can hurt George here. Not his mom, nor Frankie. I'll keep him safe.

*i need your love
i need your love*

The five final words hitting my ears harshly.

*godspeed your love to me*

I turn to wake up George but before I even touch him he replied.

"don't worry.. i'm awake."

"how long have you been up?"

"the whole ride. i've been having trouble sleeping recently.."

Something was definitely wrong.

"okay well.. we're finally home so maybe it'll be be easier."

He gives my a small grin before opening his door and getting out of the car. As I get out, he's walking to my side of the car. Our hands intertwine and we approach the doorstep.

The warm breeze meets our faces as we walk in the house slowly.

~George POV

Maybe he's right. I could've just been down because I missed home.

But I don't feel different when I walk through the doors.

I force a smile..

I heard fake smiling convinces your brain to be happy.

So, it's worth a try.

I guess I do feel more comfortable here.

I know that Dream and I can be happy.

But the first part of that is.. actually being happy.

~Dream POV

George's grip on my hand tightens as he walks to the couch, pulling me alongside him. He motions for me to get on the couch so I sit.

He tiredly lays on the couch, head resting on my lap. My hands make their way to his soft hair for the millionth time. I've grown accustomed to his brunette locks between my fingers.

"georgie did you hear the song playing in the car earlier?"

"yeah. my parents showed me it when i was little. i love it"

"what's it called?"

"unchained melody.. it's so beautiful"

"yeah it's a good song considering it sounded so old"

"mhm"

He opened his eyes and we gazed at eachother for awhile. Admiring features and quirks on our faces.

"you know. i kinda relate to the song, georgie"

"in what way?"

"i just-"

I stop myself before I say something I don't mean. George gives me a second to think. The look in his eyes is concerned but, a bit scared.

"well, the one part that asked 'are you still mine?'..."

"go on"

"i just think that a lot recently"

His lighthearted expression dropped. I made it worse.

"about me.. you think that about me?"

"well georgie-"

"did i do something?"

"no! no please don't think that. you just seem a bit down."

"i'm sorry."

"baby don't be sorry. i'm just a bit worried.."

"well.. clay i'm fine."

"george."

He raises his eyebrows.

"george."

"what!"

"be honest."

The silence lasted a few seconds. It was the rare time where the silence was uncomfortable. Awkward. Intense. Scary.

"be honest with me george."

~George POV

How do I tell him I don't know.

Not sure what I feel.

I'm not sad.

Not happy.

I don't know, Clay.

I wish I did.