tonight | dnf

chapter four.

He figured he'd talk about it later with Dream. Plus they were already in the car and off to Georges house. There was absolutely no reason to bring it up now and it would just make the situation more uncomfortable--which is exactly what it was. Dream was one of the most talkative people George knew, if you got him going on a subject he'd never shut up about it. His rambles became so normalized in the friendship that it became odd for him to go speechless. 

The nice part of the ride that distracted George from Dreams unusual silence was his music that played softly from the speakers as he drummed his fingers to it on the steering wheel. It reminded him of a more simple time where him, Dream and Sapnap would carpool to school and sing along to the music in the car. His music was peaceful too. He and George shared the same exact taste in artists and songs so it was unheard of for them to fight over who got aux. It wasn't like that when Sapnap would be driving with them. He usually sat in the backseat and always bickered about how trash their music was, begging them to play at least one song of his. (It ended up being "Don't" by Bryson Tiller.) 

He found himself very calm for no apparent reason; just to watch him be so focused ahead of him was oddly nice, George came to the conclusion it was because he was so effortlessly pretty. He faded back into reality to find himself staring at Dream. He turned his head--once they rolled up to a red light--and their eyes met, embers rose in George and a warm blush spread over his pale, ivory skin. Which almost resembled a porcelain doll, but still a little more tan than the shade of one of those. Dream had the eyes like a forest and hair like the waves. He was beautiful and there was nothing to argue about there.

He looked away quickly, averting his attention to the scenery of trees and clouds passing by quickly out the window. His nerves were up but Dreams chuckle reassured him that he really didn't care. But George did. He knew he had liked Dream, and with the knowledge Dream most likely reciprocated his feelings, he didn't know how to act. He was quite literally going insane, internally arguing with himself about his feelings. 

He wasn't fully convinced Dream felt the same. They made out and he ditched, it was classic for him. The player. Used to be popular jokester in highschool and experimentalist. He began to think maybe he was just another one of one time things, that Dream would be so bored with the usual skinny, white, blonde haired girls that he'd play with his friends feelings like that--no--his best friends. If he could even call him that anymore. He didn't even know what they were. 

Dream wasn't that type of person, right? He'd always been so good to George. Even as a friend. He'd been there for George ever since middle school, when George was getting bullied, all the way up to present time. In which,

Present time.

"George, you good? We're here." He grabbed his attention with a hand massaging small circles into his shoulder. 

He turned his head to Dream and feigned a smile, "Yeah I'm fine,"

"Thanks for the ride." His tone was sweet as he reached for the passenger side door

"Anytime." In a way Dream was disappointed that George hadn't brought up what happened. He wanted to talk about it, he wanted to make something from it he just didn't know how to initiate the conversation, he was bad at that. He was an excellent talker, but someone else had to start the conversations no matter what it was. 

Shutting the door, George had begun to walk away. Dream stayed in his spot, fist balled close to his face as he made sure George made it in okay, or tried to make it seem like that's why he was waiting.

The brunette stopped halfway in his tracks, not even making it to the porch before he felt eyes on him. He turned around, letting his temptations get the best of him,

"Are you coming or not?" He shouted only loud enough for Dream to hear. 

A large grin made of Dreams lips, ear to ear as he turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car. "Yeah, I'm coming." 

He seemed as if he knew George would cave in. His thumbs jammed in his front pockets as he walked up to where the shorter stood, removing one to wrap an arm around his shoulders.

George completely forgot why he was supposed to be mad at Dream, he didn't really care anymore. Instead of starting petty arguments, he let himself enjoy the moment as they entered his house, where a small grey cat greeted them at the door.

George slipped from Dreams arm, and while Dream shut the door, George knelt down to give his furry friend some love. 

"Hey baby." He whispered in a babying voice. The cat rubbed against his leg, purring loudly like a vacuum. George placed a kiss on both tips of the kittens ears then in between them before standing back up and brushing the cat hair off of himself.

He didn't bother to show Dream around, as you'd imagine, he already knew his way around and was welcome to help himself to anything. The two boys both sat on the couch and it seemed more awkward than how it would usually be. Maybe it was because of last night or because their most outgoing friend, Sapnap, wasn't there to accompany them or break the tension. 

The tension that was thick enough to cut smoothly with a knife.

He sharply inhaled and blinked, "Are we going to talk about it, or just sit here?" Dream started, his brows furrowed as he analyzed Georges expression change. He wanted to know what he was feeling. His thoughts--he just wasn't the best at that. 

"No. Actually," George paused. He stood up and held a hand to Dream.

Dream gladly took his hand without a thought to what he was leading them to do.

"You're going to come help me make us dinner."

Dream laughed. "What? What're we making?"

"Spring rolls."

Dream recalled spring rolls as being one of Georges favorite foods. He followed along willingly to help him make them, standing by as George rummaged through the kitchen for all the necessary ingredients.

Rice paper, green cabbage, peppers, cucumber and carrot. It was basically all vegetable, and Dream was confused on how it was supposed to taste good or how anyone with a normal taste buds could enjoy it. He would try it either way since George liked them and had practically been begging for him to since last year when he first tried them himself. 

"Alright come here," George nodded him over to the counter where he had everything lied around a wooden cutting board.

"What do you do?" He interrupted. Dream stood behind George, snaking him arms around his waist and peering over at the food. Thoughts ran wild through his mind about how intimate they were, even if it was as small as holding him as they make dinner. It was a cute, simple yet romantic moment. 

George had expected Dream to stand besides him, not pressed up against his back. He hadn't expected to feel his breath, hot against his blush dusted skin. He didn't let himself get lost in the euphoria, not this time. Not like the time at the party. Or staring at him in the car.

"Well, I'm gonna show you." He gave a playful scoff before taking hold of the knife.  He started with the peppers, relaxing back onto Dream and letting the expensive smell of his cologne please his senses. He loved being in his arms, they had never had a moment like this before.

Dream perked up, making an 'oo' noise. "Can we add avocado?"

George scoffed turning his head up to him,  "Ew, avocado?" A little laugh of disbelief was in his voice. 

Dreams mouth went agap, faking an offended look as if he was directly hit by Georges words. "What do you you mean ew? Avocados are delicious." He rolled his eyes.

"No, no they are not and especially not in spring rolls."

Their gaze met, George leaning slightly to the side in order to completely face up to Dream. All words were dropped and the room fell silent. The same feeling rose in George as the previous night, heightening when Dream brought him into a soft kiss.

Dreams cheeks burned red, his lips moving against Georges and his hands still residing on his waist. Perfect lighting, perfect setting, perfect moment.