out of my league//dreamnotfound

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TW: r*zor, su*c*dal actions, nothing too much, though.

dream about threw his phone across his room out of  anger. what was he thinking? nothing, obviously. dream's phone fell out of his hands as he began to shake. george was the only person he loved, truly loved, and he didn't want to lose him over a poorly written text. dream was so frustrated with himself, he didnt have a clue of what to do. his mind was swarmed with thoughts, he was beating himself up.

'you're so stupid. you know that, right? george will never love you. ever. now stop being such a cry baby.'

dream was sitting on the edge of his bed with both of his hands deep in his hair, tugging the roots, pulling so hard each individual strand of his dirty blonde hair was bound to fall out.

'you're such an idiot. why don't you use your brain before doing things like that?  your so dumb.'

dream felt a lump start to form in his throat. small balls of water started to form in his eyes and slid down his porcelain skin. dream's fragile heart had been broken into millions of pieces, one by one, ever so painfully in the last few hours. it was so, cruel.

dream was gulping down air as more circular balls of water fell down his skin. dream slowly climbed into his bed with his whole body aching. he crawled under the blankets and used them to dry his tears, it wasn't helping though, because each time he'd wipe one away another one would form in his greenish-blue eyes and slide down. he laid there, staring at the blank ceiling. he felt empty inside. he started to sob more, thinking about how much of an idiot he was for sending that text. he was quivering in his bed, sweating, though he had no motivation to move the blankets off of him or anything. he wanted to text karl, he needed to text karl, but he didn't want to bother one of his best friends anymore with his problems.

he thought about how all of his friends had probably had enough of his crying, and his feelings for george.

'they could probably care less.' he thought.

more and more tears fell after that thought, giving dream a throbbing headache. he tugged on the roots of his hair again, so hard he could've pulled them out.

'look at yourself. you're so pathetic. no wonder your friends are tired of you.'

this was the most pain and heart ache dream had ever been in. he has never feared of losing someone more. maybe his mind was right. george would never love him.

as more tears slid down dream's skin, he heard a ding come from his phone. dream felt like his heart would jump out of his chest. his mind started to swarm with more thoughts. was it george? was it someone else?

dream barely had the strength to crawl under the covers of his bed, let alone get up and grab his phone off the floor. dream laid in his bed, wiping away the remainder of his tears and taking shaky breaths. he slowly sat up, and bent down to grab his phone. he was quivering heavily as he brought the phone up to his face.

george
you're such an idiot. now stop texting me, i don't have time to respond.

dream knew that when george texted that, he was joking. right? george usually talked to dream like that, but what if he actually meant it this time? dream shuddered.

'does george..... hate me..?'

dream's headache worsened . he had no idea what to do. dream slowly pulled up karl's contact taking, quivering. he pressed the call button and drew the phone up to his ear. the line rang a couple of times, giving dream a sense of doubt that he wouldn't pick up. soon enough, a voice came through.