Just me and you~♡DreamNotFound♡~

♡Chapter 5. Yellow♡

Georges POV:

Dream and I had been friends for a while now, but lately, my feelings for him had grown into something more, after only knowing what the screen allowed us too it made me feel locked away from what we could've been so long ago. After last night with the basket, and the carrying I can't help but feel like there's something else that's been left untouched.

His name suited him perfectly—Dream was charismatic, adventurous, and had a way of making every moment feel like it was part of a beautiful story we got to write together. 

I had convinced Dream to spend the day with me exploring the city. He agreed enthusiastically, and as we set off early in the morning,1 I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness. What if he could tell how I felt? What if I said something and it ruined our friendship?

We started our day at a farmer's market, weaving through stalls filled with fresh produce, artsy crafts, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. Dream's green eyes lit up with curiosity as he sampled different cheeses and debated over which fruits to buy. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself laughing at his animated expressions and cute comments.

From the market, we wandered through quiet streets lined with charming cafes and boutiques. Dream was full of surprises, suggesting we try exotic foods and quirky shops he had never noticed before. I've always appreciated him for turning the ordinary into an adventure, and I gladly followed his lead, loving every moment spent in his company.

We stumbled upon a bookstore tucked away in a cobblestone alley, and our conversation turned to books—our shared passion. Dream recommended a fantasy novel he had recently devoured, and I promised to read it so we could discuss it later. We spent what felt like hours browsing shelves, exchanging recommendations, and debating the merits of our favorite authors.

As the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, we found ourselves near a park where a small music festival was taking place. Dream's eyes lit up when he heard the faint strains of live music drifting through the air. Without hesitation, he grabbed my hand, his excitement visible through that smile that had melted me from the moment we met. "Come on, George! Let's check it out!"

We joined the crowd gathered around a makeshift stage where a local band was performing upbeat melodies that had everyone swaying to the rhythm. Dream pulled me closer, his hand warm in mine as we moved to the music. I couldn't help but notice how well we fit together, our steps in sync as we laughed and spun in circles under the fading sunlight.

As the band played their final song, the opening chords of "Yellow" by Coldplay filled the air. Dream's eyes met mine, a smile spreading across his face as he recognized the song—one we had both confessed to loving in a late-night conversation months ago.

"George," he said softly over the music, "this song always reminds me of you."

My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Did he mean what I thought he meant? Or was I reading too much into his words? I smiled nervously, trying to gather the courage to respond when Dream surprised me by taking my hand and pulling me into a spontaneous dance.

We moved together, our bodies swaying gently to the music, the world around us fading into the background. The lyrics of the song seemed to echo our unspoken feelings, the melody wrapping around us like a warm embrace. I dared to steal glances at Dream's face, finding his gaze locked on mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

As the last notes of "Yellow" faded into the evening air, Dream squeezed my hand gently, a silent promise of more adventures to come.

In the quiet moment that followed, I found the courage to speak from my heart. "Dream," I began, my voice steady yet tinged with vulnerability, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

His gaze softened, encouraging me to continue.

"I... I've admired you for so long, not just as a friend, but..." I paused, gathering my thoughts, "but as someone I care deeply about."

Dream's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes searching mine as if trying to decipher the unspoken words between us.

"And today," I continued, feeling a rush of emotions, "today has been incredible. Spending time with you, laughing, sharing moments—it's made me realize how much you mean to me."

A slow smile spread across Dream's face, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from my face. "George," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "I care about you so much. You're the greatest friend I've ever had."

"Yeah, you too" I kept smiling., knowing in my head that's not what I meant. We did our final lap around the farmers market making sure we didn't miss anything, and then we started to head home. 

"I don't really want to cook tonight, are you okay with door dashing?"

I nodded and pressed my head against the window. I felt a hand rest on mine, rubbing my hand with his thumb.

"You seem off George. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just tired"