Take Your Time

4. Eyes full of words.

George could see Dream cracked a little smile as soon as he opened the door to the roof for him, revealing the stars above them.

They both sit down, a distance between them. The brunet looks to his right, not expecting Dream to be already looking at him.

The green eyes sparkle due to the reflection of the moon, filled with joy and peace.

"This place is beautiful, isn't it?" George smiles and grabs a slice of pizza, "I thought it would be perfect for you. You're isolated from the looks of others, their whispers will never reach this high up."

The brunet looked up at the -now fully dark- sky. Dream blankly stares at George, It's as if he knows how to speak to me without making me feel the need to answer.

As if someone told him exactly what to do.

"I got you a notebook" He chuckles while handing it to Dream, "Now you can write down what you want to say or ask. I want to get to know you, Dream"

George stuffs his mouth with pizza, his words almost inaudible. "It's our way of communication"

'Our...'
He feels himself turning red, blushing a little just hearing George's words.

The days he had spent alone in his room, desperately wanting to get out of whatever phase this is supposed to be. He had fantasized about having friends, even though they were fake, it didn't matter to him.

He just wanted someone...

Someone to go to.
Someone who actually cares.
A person to laugh with until it hurts.

And right now... It seemed like that person could be George.

But the tall blonde is embarrassed. Stupidly ashamed for having hope in a human being.

He can't handle another heartbreak, not after what happened.

All these years he hasn't even heard his own voice, and he honestly thought it would be the best way to process the pain. Surely, it helped him a little, he gave himself time to think.

But can you really process pain when it's still hurting you so much?

He wanted to say so many words, express so many things. But he couldn't. The tall blonde wouldn't talk.

It is something he personally chose to do and the others around him just had to accept.

And so, his words and thoughts remained unspoken, with the option of making friends being close to an impossible task.

But here he is, looking at the stars. Not alone in his room staring out of his window, no, not this time. He's sitting on the rooftop, in company of the brunet, who's voice calmly spoke in the silence of the night.

The moon shines enough light to light up the two boys and their surroundings, exposing Dream's flustered face. George takes a notice, a smile growing on his own face.

"Awwww, little Dream is blushing"

'Oh shut up'
It's written in sloppy and fast handwriting, which makes George only laugh a little louder, "That's quite adorable, actually."

Dream quickly turned his back to George, hiding his blushed face in his hands.

"Nooo~ look at me" George whined slightly, waiting for Dream's eyes to meet his again.

"Open your mouth~" the brunet grabbed a slice of pizza and looked back up at Dream, unaware of the impact his words had made. "You're going to like it, puppy"