out of my league//dreamnotfound

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A/N: sorry this chapter is so short, but i did love to write this one lol🧍🏼‍♀️(words: 797)

the boys sat in shock.

"w-what?" karl trembled.

"i'm so, so sorry," george started. dream could hear the tremble in his voice. it broke his heart. "i- i didn't mean to click the button it just, my, my finger slipped."

"george, it's okay. really. they might not even accept us, it's fine." dream said as he moved closer to george.

"yeah, don't sweat it," nick added. "they'll have to accept us first, and with it being this late, i doubt they will."

"are you sure?" george asked, looking up to dream.

dream looked back down at the brown haired boy, making eye contact. "i promise."

george smiled at dream, and slouched back down into his seat, stuffing his phone into his back pocket

"well, now we have something to work tworords, right?" karl asked, rhetorically.

the guys laughed and continued to talk about the concert and finish off their ice cream before piling back into karl's car for a long (or at least what felt long) car ride home.

-

now, dream was walking towards his dorm. it was around 5:36 pm, and his head was pounding from the car ride. probably because he was on his phone the whole time, but he had good reasoning for it. he was on his phone so he could distract himself from the fact that george was going on a date with someone that wasn't him in less than an hour.

once dream got down to his dorm , he saw a bright blue sticky note on the cheap wooden door. the sticky note read:

"hey, this is alex. you weren't in your room, so i left this here :) pls text me soon"

dream pulled the note off the door and walked into his room. he set his guitar down on the metal stand and fell onto his bed. he ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair and pulled out his phone. he hated that he had forgotten to text alex back.

dream
hey, i just got back to my dorm. i'm really sorry i forgot to respond and i wasn't here.

dream waited for a response.

*ding*

alex
hey man! i'm so glad to hear from you! and don't be upset, karl told me that he took you out for ice cream :) was it good?

dream chuckled at his phone.

dream
yeah, actually!

dream continued to talk to alex about everything that had happened in the last couple of days. he also asked alex about himself, and how he was doing because he didn't want to be that friend. their conversation went on for a while, until alex had to go.

dream was then left with his thoughts.

'i wonder what george is doing right now with that girl...'

dream roughly ran his hand through his hair. he hoped the date would be normal. just a small coffee date, nothing too bad, right?

'what if her tongue is down his throat-'

'shut the fuck up, what the hell is wrong with you? you're disgusting.'

dream was gagging to himself. he wanted to throw up at that thought.

'stop. just get it out of your head. you'll be fine.'

dream started to play with his fingers anxiously. he fell back onto his pillow and laid there, staring at the blank ceiling until his eyes started to get heavy, and he fell right asleep.

-

dream gasped for air as he sat up. he was dripping in sweat, he had horrible nightmares and thoughts about george and that girl. he had barely gotten any sleep.

dream looked back over at the small clock that sat on his nightstand. it emitted light into dream's jet black room.

'11:47 pm. wow.'

all dream could think about was george. he couldn't take his mind off of him. he started spiraling. his mind was swarmed with so many thoughts that he couldn't even focus on one for more than 2 seconds because another one would just pop up.

maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the thoughts that flooded his brain. maybe even the sweat dripping off of his peachy skin, or his adrenaline from fear, but dream got out out his phone and pulled up george's contact.

dream started to write out a text to george, not even thinking what he was typing.

dream was numb, he couldn't feel anything. he was doing it out of jealousy of the girl er- rebekah.

'jesus, even her name was pretty. how could 'clay' even compare to that.'

and before he knew it, he sent the text without even thinking about any consequences to come.

dream
hey, i miss you and your laugh. rebekah is lucky ;)