pretty boy (this was not okay.)

chapter 7 ༄

Karl led George down the hallways to a magnificent white door, he slowly pushed it open causing the late summer breeze to softly hit George's face. Light began to pour into the hallway as George adjusted his eyes to a large open field with willow upon a small hill.

"He's over by the willow tree." Karl pointed to the tree, upon analysing it more he noticed a wooden swing attached to it. "Thanks, Karl." George smiled softly.

"Just doing my job. I've got to go assist Sapnap in the blacksmiths now, apparently he's caught something on fire... Again." Karl chuckled rolling his eyes, "Bye!" Was his final call before running off.

When Karl had fully left, George began to make his way through the freshly cut field.

George's mind began to wonder as he gazed around him, it was odd to him, out of all places here he chose a field to meet in.. This made his mind wonder. Was he going to break the news that George couldn't stay here? Was it maybe because he didn't eat dinner with him?

Maybe it was for the best that Dream told him to leave, either way he was going to go back to the bookstore, he couldn't couldn't just abandon that.

The blades of grass danced in the soft breeze, causing a small shiver down the boys spine as he arrived to the tree. There sat Dream under the pink leaves, peering over at a bunny and smiling to himself.

"So prince charming has a soft spot for small animals?" George smiled causing Dream to jump slightly. The bunny hopped away as a small chuckle escaped his lips. "Took you long enough." Dream stood up, brushing dirt off his legs and peering over at George.
"I don't know where anything is, your highness." George pointed out, dragging out the last part in a sarcastic tone causing Dream to chuckle once again.
"Ill have to show you then, this is the reason to why you're here." Dream gazed over at George who nodded.

"Genuinely thought you were angry about last night." George sighed, feeling somewhat relieved.

Dream looked up some what alarmed at the boys comment. "Last night? What do you mean last night?" Dream asked, George squinted his eyes.
"About the dinner? I didn't go- I'm sorry-" George apologised causing Dream to shake his head.
"That doesn't matter. I understand."

The wind began to pick up again and the leaves from the tree began to fall around the boys.
"So, your highness. Why don't you show me around?" George changed the subject, starting to walk down the hill, Dream followed with a small skip in his step.

"Since when were you the one in control? Last time I checked, I'm the prince." Dream teased, causing George to glare at the boy.
"Doesn't mean anything." He stated looking up at the clouds to avoid Dreams gaze.

The two walked in silence, the noise around them was enough. It was peaceful and ever so warm, even the lightness of George's jacket was still causing him to lightly sweat in the heat.

"You can call me Dream, if you wish."

Dream spoke suddenly startling George as he peered over at the boy, he scanned his face quickly, to search for a hint of sarcasm on his face but alas there was none.

"Pardon-"

"Sapnap calls me Dream, it's my name after all." Dream spoke bluntly again.
"I don't think I'm aloud-" George dismissed, facing his head to the ground but Dream seemed he wanted to push on.

"I want you to."

He spoke, almost at a hushed whisper. George paused.

Was this really the best idea?

"It's not a matter of wether you want me to-" George began darting his eyes around the place, searching for an excuse. "Why not?" Dream questioned leaning closer to the boy.