Drowning (DreamNotFound)

[9]

There George sat in Dream's car. All he could think about was the feeling of Dream's lips against his. He wanted it so bad. He realized he was in love with Dream. He finally realized why he would get so nervous around him, why he would get so flustered. He realized everything. He needed Dream's touch. He had to have it. Yes, he just ran away from it but he just needed a little bit of time. Right? 

He drove back to Dream's house, craving Dream's lips. When he arrived, he jumped out of the car, running to the car before knocking hysterically. The tall blonde boy opened the door and their eyes met. George inched closer to him before pressing their lips together. The kiss was desperate. Dream pulled away quickly. He wanted to stay connected to George's soft lips, but part of him felt like he would be taking advantage of George's fragile state. 

"George," he rested a hand on his cheek. "You're not in the right mindset." George became teary-eyed. "I'm sorry but-" Dream stopped him. "Please don't say anything else." He didn't mean for that to come off as rude. He actually just meant that if George said anything more then Dream would kiss him back. So Dream took George to his room, tucking him under the blanket as he scooted next to him. 

George turned to face Dream. "Dream, please let me talk to you." Dream ran his fingers through the brunette's hair. "Later," he smiled. George turned over. As Dream, continued to run his fingers through his hair George let sleep overtake him. 

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When George woke up, he was surrounded by Dream's warmth. For a moment, he forgot what happened. Then, everything came rushing back to him. He turned over to face Dream, who unexpectedly met his eyes. "D- Dream, I-" Before he could finish his sentence, Dream pressed their lips together passionately. George pulled away in fear. "Dream, what are you doing?"

Dream felt his face heat up. Yesterday, George was all over him. Maybe he really just wasn't in the right mindset. "I'm sorry, I thought-" George stopped Dream. "No, no. Listen. I- I- I like you but I can't be with you." Dream's heart shattered and he became slightly teary-eyed. "W- why?" 

A guilty look passed over George's face. "I just- you're my best friend. I don't want to ruin that." He paused for a moment, looking at Dream's lips then into his eyes. It took all of his strength not to kiss the blonde boy. "I don't know. I need time. Will you wait for me? Please." Dream ran his finger's through the boy's hair, half-smiling with tears in his eyes. "However long it takes," he paused looking down to George, "I'll always wait for you."

-

The next few days went by agonizingly slow. Every day was the same: wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, eat lunch, eat dinner, and then go to bed. It was so repetitive and tiring. Which was weird because he didn't do anything but eat all day and go to bed, but it was because of George. Waiting was getting so hard. All he wanted was to have George. He wanted George to be his. He needed to have George all to himself. 

"What do you want for breakfast, Dream?" Dream smiled slyly. "You." George's eyes widened and his face turned red. "I'm just kidding, Georgie," he chuckled, "Unless." George looked at him with a more serious expression this time. "Ok, ok I'm done," he wheezed out. 

"You're so annoying," George smiled, but it quickly faded away. "Dream, can I ask you something serious?" Dream frowned. "Yeah, I guess." George hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. "How long have you been self-harm-free?" Dream pressed his lips together in a thin line. "About a month I think." George smiled and ran over to the tall boy, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm so proud of you, Clay." Hearing George say his real name made his heart flutter. "Thank you, George." 

A/N: Ok, this was a short chapter only because I want to make the next part its own chapter. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it.