water droplets //dnf//

day 7

~Dream POV

It's our final day at Daytona. Although it wasn't the trip I thought it'd be, we grew from it. We now realize our issues, cant quite identify them, but we're accepting them.

I want our last day to be perfect, but I would never force George to go out, so we'll have fun from the room.

When we woke up this morning it was a bit colder. The slight rain that is hitting the roof is calming. Subtle thuds make me feel like I'm at home with George, on a chill day just laughing and smiling at eachother. And though we're not as giggly, the admiration for eachother still stands.

"everything's packed right?", George said monotonously.

"mhm, we can just chill until we gotta leave tomorrow."

"okay.. wanna watch a movie?", he asked.

"yeah, i bet you wanna watch lion kin-"

"how about tangled."

"but.. lion king is your favorite?"

"but i wanna watch tangled.. with you."

I sit down beside him, smiling more than I was before. I put my legs onto the couch, George finding his way on them and sitting on my lap facing me.

"hi dream."

"hi george?"

He leans down, resting his forehead on mine. gently. I could feel his eyelashes flutter against mine softly. His breathing warm against my face, making me blush.

I could hear his faint breathes, as his chest slowly rose and fell. His words break the tension.

"i-i really love you, clay."

"i love you more!"

He gives a hum of refusal. Slightly shaking his head while keeping his forehead rested on mine.

"no.. not possible. never."

"yes.. i do!"

I move my hands to his sides and start to tickle the small waist. His body squirmed at the touch.

"drea-"

"admit it! i love you more!"

He was out of breath by the time I was done tickling him. He laid his head on my shoulder and calmed down his breathing. I took my right hand and rubbed his back slowly, laughing slightly.

"you know what.. you're right. i hate you.", he said exaggerating his words.

"mhm. but will you hate me after this?"

I guide his face in front of mine, I see him smile. I miss that smile. He readjusts himself to a more comfortable position in my lap.

My eyes follow the sharp jawline, tracing over it with my index finger. I admire the feeling. I tilt his chin up and run my thumb over the lips I've kissed not nearly enough times. Light pinks and reds covering the surface just waiting to be turned purple.

"just kiss me already dream, god-", a slight chuckle between his words.

Our lips connect once again, sincere but intense. My subtle biting on his lips makes him chuckle from enjoyment. I don't know how, but the make-out turned into us sharing small pecks.

"mwah! mwah!"

When we pull away I look at George's eyes for just a few seconds. A feeling of hurt in them, a sense of longing for happiness, I can tell he's trying and that's all that matters. I love him.

We watch Tangled, then The Lion King, then Moana. Disney movies until we can't list anymore to watch. We're laying on the couch, I'm spooning him. Our hands intertwined like always. I feel happy.

~George POV

I wonder if he knows.

He can't.

I've been hurting for a while. I've gotten used to hiding it.

I plan on leaving soon.

Really soon.

I won't miss him, because I'll see him.

In the field.

The same one from my dream.

~Dream POV

After long moments of silence, George interferes with a timid tone.

"..hey clay?"

"yeah?"

He waits a few seconds to respond.

"do you think you could go get me this book i've been wanting? i know it's sudden i just- just really want the book. it's called ' we were liars'."

"yeah when do you wanna ge-"

"actually i wanna stay here, if you're okay with going out."

~George POV

Please say yes.

I need this to work.

I need you to get the book.

You need the book.

~Dream POV

"oh.. of course. let me go get dressed!"

When I stand up I expect to walk alone to the room, but George stands beside me ready to go. He grabs onto my hand and we make our way to the bedroom. I grab some simple sweats and a hoodie for the rain.

"yeah, it'll be kinda cold so dress warm please."

"i am, i am. you don't have to worry so much georgie."

We exchange a small kiss. I get dressed while George sits on the bed, smiling at me for no apparent reason.

"what are you smirking at?", I ask.

"you. you're so perfect."

"says you!"

"i'm n-"

Before he interjects the compliment I plug my ears like a child, pretending to ignore his words.

~George POV

Will the Dream and I in the field have the same playful bickering as now?

Is it the same Dream?

It has to be.

~Dream POV

He's being weird and won't let me leave. He's hugged me so many times. I'm just leaving to get a book.

"george i'll see you in literally half an hour it's okay."

I feel his arms tighten around my waist and his hands rub my back. When he pulls away, he grabs my right hand. His thumb slightly rubs against my fingers. I can hear him sigh, but see a smile on his face when he does it.

"can i go now george?", i chuckle.

"yes-yea, you can."

I lean down to kiss him, a short kiss before I leave but, he stays there. After our lips part, his head rests on mine. The same energy and tension from earlier. He lets out a sigh of relief before removing his head from mine.

"alright i'll be back george!"

"i love you."

He smiles as I open the door.

"i love you too, see you later."

His response takes a few seconds, a big breath emitting from him before his words.

"don't be too long.."

I smile one last time before walking out of the door, I hear him lock it as soon as it shuts.

don't be too long

The words play in my head as I take the elevator down to the lobby. I'm not sure of the intention in his words. His tone was not readable. But I keep walking, because it's not that big of a deal. Right?