out of my league//dreamnotfound

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dream sat his guitar down in the back of karl's car. he goes to sit in the passenger seat as a tear strolls down his face

'no. not again.'

"okay, are you ready to go?" karl asks. dream turns his head the other way to make sure karl doesn't see the tears falling down his face. karl falls silent. it hurts his heart to see any of his friends in despair.

"karl, i- i'm not actually sick, um, it- it's something else." dream sobbed.

"i- um, do you wanna talk abou-"

dream turns to face karl. "i like george." he says, cutting him off.

the car falls silent. all you could hear was dream's sniffles.

karl begins, "as a friend or,"

"more than a friend." dream blurts out. "way more than a friend". dream's heart aches. "i just want him by me at all times." his eyes fill up with water as tears fall down one by one, slowly and painfully.

"i- i'm so sorry" dream says. he feels as if he has just ruined a friendship.

karl sits in the drivers seat, watching dream's tears  tumble down his skin. karl jumps out of the car and runs to the other side of the vehicle. he swings open the passenger door, and gives dream the biggest hug he's ever given anyone.

"don't be sorry. i will always love you, no matter what. and so will the boys." karl whispers in dream's ears.

"thank you, karl. i couldn't of asked for anything better." dream cries.

karl begins to sob with dream, then they begin to giggle at that.

"are you ready to go home now?" karl asks dream.

"yeah, for sure." dream says

-

once dream is home, he places his guitar in a safe spot in the corner of his room, then falls onto his bed. he started trying to process what had just happened in the past hour or so.

practice, george, confessions, tears,

he trembled at those thoughts.

dream was thankful that karl was there to comfort him, but he needed more. he needed someone to talk through his feeling with.

dream laid on his bed, got out his phone, and opened messages

clay
hey, it's been a while since we have talked, and i need you to help me sort through some things.

he waited for a response.

mom
of course honey!

dream was shaking. what was his mom going to think about his new found love for his best friend?

'will she still love me? will she still accept me?'

dream's head was over flowing and all of a sudden, his mom starts calling him.

"h- hey mom." dream says

"hey sweetie! how are things going for the big college man!" his mom says

"well, m- mom, not well, to be honest." dream confesses.

dream feels more tears trickle down his face.

"well, what's going on?" his mom asks.

"mom, i- i'm in love with, george." dream starts to sob after that sentence.

his mom falls silent on the other side of the line.

"i know it's weird and i shouldn't be feeling this way about my best friend, but i do, mom a- and i can't help it." dream sobs. "i've been feeling absolutely horrible these last couple of days, and i've barely gotten any sleep and i just needed someone to talk to and i should've never bothered you and-"

"honey," his mom starts. "first of all, never be sorry for needing to talk to me, and i knew this was coming. i knew you would end up falling for george one way or another."

dream stops in his tracks. "w-what?!" he says wiping away his tears.

"yep," his mom continues. "ever since you brought him to our house for your first sleepover together, i knew you guys were meant to be. you even looked at him with crazy eyes, like you were looking at someone you loved."

"what? are you serious?" dream sniffled.

"as serious as a heart attack." his mom replied.

"mom, i-, thank you. f- for everything. seriously. i love you so much." dream sobbed.

"anytime honey." his mom answered.

"also i was wondering if you wanted to come to our bands first show, if you don't want to or don't have time that okay i-"

"what do you mean!" his mom exclaimed. "of course i want to come! when is it?"

dream's face lit up. "uh it's monday, at this place called 'phil's'." dream said, with a beaming smile painted across his face.

"perfect! i'll be there!" his mom replied.

-

that night, dream actually ate a filling meal for the first time since they decided to create the band. he was overall, happy.

he was scrolling through netflix on his laptop when suddenly, his phone buzzed.

george
hey, are you okay? i'm still confused on why you left earlier.

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