out of my league//dreamnotfound

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dream climbed into his tiny twin-sized bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to block out all of his thoughts of george.

every time he was about to fall asleep. his mind was flooded with thoughts about george's rosy red cheeks, his adorable laugh, how his smile glistened in the sun, how-

'no. stop. now. just get him out of your head.'  he thought.

he turned over, looking at his clock.

'2:37am, of course. maybe i need some water. yeah.'

dream peered out of his door, to make sure no one was there. he then wandered out into the hallway and started strolling towards the bathroom.

'please let no one be in there,'

he walked into the bathroom and looked around, the coast was clear.

he went over to the closest sink, and splashed some water onto his face

'you don't like your best friend you don't like your best friend you don't like your best friend...'

that went on for a while until dream was struggling to keep himself awake. he began to walk back to his dorm, hoping that he didn't see anyone.

he didn't know how to work through these new feelings. his heart ached. he just wanted george by his side at all times. he wanted him, but he knew he couldn't have him.

he almost collapsed in the middle of the hallway at the thought of that.

'stop. just hurry up and get back.'

he was stumbling through the hallway, he had to get back to his dorm and quick. his vision started to blur as tears filled his eyes. the tears tumbled down his face as he tried to walk down the hall faster, stumbling a bit trying to get back to his dorm. he felt as if his legs weren't going to support him much longer. he felt as if he was no where near his room.

all of a sudden, a kid came walking down the hall and was shocked by dream's physical state.

"dude, are you okay?" the kid asked, in a caring tone, almost as if he actually wanted to help dream.

dream felt humiliated. he didn't want anyone to see him like this. "honestly, i- i'm not." dream said starting to sob.

"it's okay, i'm here for you. what's your room number, so i can help you get back." the kid said as dream started to wipe away his tears.

"2- 213" dream wiped away his tears trying to get his flawless façade back.

"alright, now hold onto my hand and i'll help you get there." the kid seemed genuinely happy to help.

dream examined the kid as he stumbled back to his dorm. he was short, very short compared to dream's 6'3 self, he also had on an 'LAFD' beanie. he was very nice to dream, considering that he had just met him sobbing in the middle of the hallway.

" i- i'm so sorry about this." dream said, hiccups interrupting his sentence. "i just have a lot on- on my mind right now i'm so sorry." dream felt himself stumbling over his words. he felt like an idiot.

"no, no, there's no need to be sorry. i've been in situations like this myself and i wished there was someone there to help me." the kid answered

"just a few more steps till we are there, you got this."

"okay we're here." said the kid.

"i- thank you so much you have no idea how much you just helped me." dream said stumbling to the door

"no problem, if you ever want to talk about it or anything, my name is alex, i live in room 226" alex reassured, also giving dream his number.

"thank you, for real." dream said as he wiped away the last of his tears. "my name is clay but you can call me dream."

"it was nice to meet you, dream.". alex waved goodbye as he walked away, and dream opened his door and stumbled onto his bed.

'i can't believe that just happened.'

dream was humiliated. he sat down on his bed and tried to remember what had happed in the last 20 minutes.

'george, water, tears, alex....'

he felt the tears start to well up in his eyes again.

'no. stop. not this again. please. no.'

dream started to wipe away the tears as he got into bed. luckily, his thoughts of george were wiped away by the fact that dream was mortified. he wondered what was going through alex's mind right now. he wondered if he would've helped him if he knew all of that was over a boy. he wondered if he would be able to talk to alex about it because-

'what is wrong with me. just stop. stop. block the thoughts out.' he told himself.

he sat in his bed, slowly wiping away the tears that would occasionally trickle down his face. he thought about how he was being selfish, and how he couldn't tell george his feeling right now because that would hurt the band, how he would be around george all day tomorrow and wouldn't be able to do anything with him. how-

'stop. stop. now. just stop. block out the thoughts, block out the thoughts, block out the thoughts.....'

dream began to tremble. he was a mess.

'all of this, over a boy?' he questioned.

dream began to fall into a slumber after that. it wasn't much, since it was now 3:27am, but everything counts, right?

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