𝐷𝑛𝑓 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡

Stargazing And Longing Eyes

This chapter has no smut sorry to all you horny ass mfs but anyways enjoy.

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"Come on, hurry up you'll miss it!" George rolled his eyes at his friend's eagerness, clumsily stepping onto the cold and untrustworthy shingles that formed a platform beneath them. George sat down beside the boy, watching as his emerald eyes stared deeply into the night, a smile tugging his lips upward into a toothy grin. "You see that?" Dream asked, pointing up towards the sparkling stars that graced the sky in their arcane beauty.

"See what? The stars? Of course I see the stars, dumbass," George remarked with playful sarcasm. Dream shook his head, his signature chuckle filling the brunette's ears with warmth and tranquility as it often did.

"No shit, I meant the shooting stars!" George didn't reply, only turned to gaze upward at where Dream had been pointing before. They sat in a comfortable silence, the heavy serenity of the midnight moon casting a gentle glow upon them both.

Dream was completely captivated by the allurity that was the sky, searching for constellations and planets out of habit. Though, George paid no mind to the darkness around them, as he was engrossed only by Dream.

His best friend looked so beautiful in that moment —so stunningly radiant as he beamed with a lighthearted grin that adorned his lips. George had noticed this before; the way Dream seemed to be the prettiest boy in the world, inside and out. The way Dream's eyes reflected the bubbly personality within him as they glowed in the moonlight, and the way that if he looked at you with those evergreen irises, he could make you feel as if you were the only person in the room. You felt special and important, not only to him but to the world —because in Dream was the entire universe, buzzing beneath his skin and seeping from his pores as beautiful and lively as you could possibly imagine.

That was just Dream.

"They're beautiful." His gentleness caught George off guard, alerting him to the fact that he had zoned out. Dream looked over to the brunette, locking eyes with the blue and brown ones that had already been staring at him long before he had turned his head. He smiled sweetly, "What?"

"Uh," George stuttered, tripping over his words. "Nothing- I- nothing." Dream watched him knowingly.

"You zoned out again, didn't you? You always do that, George." The way Dream had said it wasn't a backhanded remark, or condescending, nor was it mocking. It was more of an observation, full of admiration; like he had seen George's flaws laid out before him yet still chose to love each and every aspect that made George George, because that was truly who Dream was. When he loved you, he loved you with every inch of his being, he loved you for everything you were and everything you weren't, and never settled for less. He wanted all of you, because each part mattered just as much as the rest.

George appreciated that about Dream, more than he would ever know. It was what made the brunette so comfortable around him, and why he felt so safe to be in his presence. "It's pretty cool up here," George commented, hoping he had supplied enough to the conversation for Dream to be satisfied. Dream sighed, content, and turned back to the sky. George didn't dare take his eyes off of the boy for a second.

"I know you can't see colors, so sunsets must be underwhelming for you," Dream started. "I figured the stars would appear the same to you as they would to me because it's just black and white. Plus nights are better anyways," he giggled, eyes flickering from star to star as he spoke. George only stared. Dream's words were spoken so casually yet they held such care. "I liked the idea that we'd be seeing it the same way."