A Lovely Mess

Day 15

George began to wake, the feeling of a moving car and the sticking of his hands to the leather seats as he pulled them up to wipe his eyes.

"You're awake" Dream mumbled sitting in the drivers seat, he didn't look back once he kept his eyes on the road
"mhm" george mumbled pulling himself up into a sitting position
"immune, huh" Dream chuckled tapping his hands on the steering wheel
"Oh-" George paused, he ruffled his hair before looking into the rear view mirror "How did you know?"

"When you were off your head on oxy last night you sort of said it, i suppose"
"oh"
"do you feel any better"
"Yeah, a lot actually"
"Can you explain it now, because i've been trying to wrap my head around it for hours and i just cant" dream sighed.

George pulled his sleeve up and lifted the bandage checking over the wound, as he expected it was pulsating, oozing with yellow puss.

"I got bit last june, i thought i was going to turn so wrote a note and locked myself in there, i zip tied my hands and went to sleep not expecting to wake up" George sighed
"But you did wake up"
"I did, bad had found the note, that's why he was acting so weird that morning"
"bad knew the entire time?"
"Yeah, he knew. We made an agreement that if i was to suddenly turn he'd take me down so it wouldn't have to be you or nick doing it"
"is that why bad went with you on every run after that for months"
"Mhm, just incase"
"So you're immune then"
"Well this is the second time i've been bit and i'm not dead yet, so i guess"
"Does anybody else know george?"
"No, just you and bad"
"Okay"
"Okay?"
"I don't know what else to say" Dream sighed

George pulled himself through the centre and sat in the front seat beside dream, "Are you okay?" George asked looking up at him
"I should be the one asking you that you got bit by a Z- twice!"
"I'm okay Clay, really" George reached his hand out putting it on dreams thigh, rubbing reassuringly
"I know, it's just a lot to comprehend"
"You can say that again" George smiled
"So why were you so sick if it doesn't affect you?"
George shrugged with a lighthearted chuckle "no idea, maybe it's my body fighting the infection, who knows"
"You must be like the only one, remember when Austin got bit? He died within the hour, you've been living with the infection for almost four years"
"i'm like.... magical"
"George, stop messing about i'm being serious"
"okay, fine fine, well what now then"
"do we tell someone?"
"fuck no! i'm not no lab rat"
"then we keep it to ourselves"
"sounds good to me" George kicked his feet up on the dash, "feet down" dream groaned shaking his head

George rolled his eyes, yet he took his feet down not wanting to annoy his boyfriend.

"George"
"Hm" George looked over, dream pulled up on the side of the road and turned to face him
"I love you"
"I love you too dream, that was really random though"
"Learning you've been bit before made me realise i could've lost you more than once before, i care for you and i want you to know that"
"I do know it stupid" George giggled

Dream leant over the seat, cupping georges face, he brought his face to his and joined their lips, the roughness of georges chapped lips against his own was a nice feeling, dream always loved kissing george it made him feel normal, comfortable.

They pulled apart
"So how far are we from iowa" George asked galling back into his seat, blushing red
"about three hours"
"good" george let his hand rest back on dreams thigh as dream started the car back up