poetry boys // dnf

01

bored out of his mind, there sat george, in his favorite blue shirt, gazing at the man he's admired for so many months. he was in poetry class, the last period of the day. and to his luck, he shared the classroom with a tall, dirty-blonde haired guy. george, being the quiet guy he is, has surprisingly never spoken to him. he doesn't even know his name for fucks sake. but every class they had together, he couldn't help but gaze upon the man.

george didn't have much friends. he only spoke to his tiny friend group. his friend group included his two good friends karl and quackity, and their friends tommy and tubbo. those four were the only people he communicated with.

george wasn't a very talkative person, especially near those he is unfamiliar with. which, of course, included the guy he liked. deep in thought, he fiddled with his pencil, looking away from the tall boy only once in a great while. he couldn't help it, the man was beautiful. in his eyes, atleast.

dream knew he was staring at him, though it didn't make him uncomfortable. though, it felt as if george was drilling holes into the back of his head. he knew the pretty boy liked him, it was obvious. dream has never had the courage to speak to him though, and he has rarely seen george speak to anyone besides 4 people.

currently, everyone was ordered to write 'love poems.' you'd have to write a small love poem dedicated to someone in class, and write only their name on it. it didn't have to be anonymous, but half of the class never wrote their names.

dream was lost in thought on what to write, staring at his paper. as of george- was too busy staring at dream.

dream knew who he was giving his poem to. it's quite obvious, wouldn't you say?

he grabbed his pencil, soon letting his hand and heart do all of the work. george watched him, suddenly remembering what he needed to write. dream wrote,

"i wish you knew how much you meant to me,
you george, are my ecstasy.
your smile is what keep me going,
i love the way your eyes are always glowing.
my mind is filled with your laughter,
your beautiful hands, which i wish i could chase after.
my dreams are filled with me and you,
but to my despair, when i wake up, i realize they aren't true.
i have your smile to guide me through my troubles and fears,
i'll always be here for you through your struggles and tears.

- :)"

satisfied with his own work, he sighed, relieved he finished it. he turned over to the brown-haired boy, who was deep in thought, staring at his paper. george wanted to make the perfect poem for him, but unsure of what to write. but soon, an idea popped into his mind.

"i'm so confused i don't know what to do.
all i really know is that i really wanna be with you.
you make me smile whenever you're around
i could just sit and watch you without making a sound.
i could talk to you for hours about nothing at all
you make me feel so comfortable into your arms i wish i could crawl.
i miss you when you're gone 
i miss you when you're near.

why do you make me feel like this, you're so pretty.

- g"

"i can put my initial there, right? there are like- four other people in this class who's name starts with a g. i'll be fine." george thought to himself. sure, what he was doing was a little risky, but worth it. dream wouldn't figure it out anyways, why would he assume george liked him anyways? dream doesn't even like men.

right?