Complicated Mess/DNF

Chapter 9- Missed

Hello everyone! Long time no see! I'm sorry about my time away, and the cliff hanger of Chapter 8. But I have been busy with school, moving, and a new job. So updating has become a little harder, but summer semester will only be one class so fingers crossed I have more time to update for all of you, and actually have time to write. 

The fanart for this chapter is off of @ wattpad pinterest. I didn't see any artist mentioned but you you guys have any idea who please let me know so that I can credit them or anything of that sort. Also I've had this song on repeat while writing this short chapter and I just really like it honestly. 

This chapter is shorter than others but I will make chapter 10 worth it. Trust me! <3

I hope you guys enjoy reading!

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Dream P.O.V. 

There he was. The boy he was so badly trying to avoid. His brown eyes were buring into him, and he couldn't help but feel self conscious under his hard gaze.

And the warmth that was in his eyes for a brief second suddenly vanished. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips turned into a frown. It was obvious he was angry. The kind of angry Dream had never witnessed. Til now.

"You selfish son of a bitch."

Dream winced. "You fucking idiot. How dare you make choices for me? I'm your best friend aren't I?" His voice was loud and the tone was cold.

Dream nodded hesitantly, afraid to answer with his voice.

"Then why would you leave me?"

There it was. The hurt. The abandonment. His cold tone was a facade. This was really what George felt.

"I had to George. You wouldn't understand." Dream shook his head. He was stressed beyond belief he should have never answered his call. He had been doing good in avoiding the boy.

"I wouldn't understand? How could I understand if you didn't talk to me Dream!" George was yelling now. He didn't care anymore. Dream had only heard George yell like this once and he hated that he was who he was yelling at, and yet he couldn't help it. He was still mesmerized by him even when he was fuming.

"Dream, are you even listening right now?" George asked, very obviously annoyed by Dream's silence.

"What do you want me to say George? That you're right? That I should've talked to you about all of this. About how I feel about you? How I can't look at you without wondering how it would be to touch you? How I can't think straight when you say my name? How I can't help but think about shutting you up by kissing the hell out of you? Is that what you want? To know how I lose my fucking mind when I can't do any of those things?" Dream uttered every word heavy with meaning. He was tired. Tired of avoiding everything he played in his mind.

And there he was staring at his best friend as he confessed his feelings. George on the other hand took a moment to bathe in the confession he waited for so long until he realized Dream was probably overthinking his lack of response.

"Yes you should have talked to me." Dream scoffed.

"For what? It's not like anything is going to come from it George. It's just gonna make things even weirder."

George frowned. Dream wasn't sad, he was angry.

"Dream, why didn't you just say something? Anything would have been better than running away from me." George on the other hand was tired of being angry. He just wanted Dream back and in more ways than one.

Dream's eyes fluttered over to the brown eyed boy as he tried to bite back his frustration.

Even through all the waves of emotions he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander about how soft George's lips look and how hot he looked when he was annoyed. And how he wished he wasn't mad at him.