everlasting || dnf

1.6

🔴TW- drug use/abuse (ish?? idrk) (weed and mentions of pills)🔴

dreams pov

me and george got home around 3:30 pm. after he told me everything, i stood there. i stood there like an idiot. all i could do was think, and listen. i knew it was bad, i kind of caught the gist of it from, well, context clues- but i wasn't expecting... that.

the second he started apologizing, i walked over, sat down and pulled him into my arms. i wondered if i was a good idea, but ultimately, i went with it seeing as it helped last time.

i told him as many times as humanly possible that i would keep him safe, and i would. i promised him and i'm going to keep that promise forever.

"sometimes i wish he would've." george muttered. i was sort of laying and sitting up, in the middle, i guess. george still had his head on my chest while i held him close by his waist and combed through his hair. he was staring forward at the wall, seemingly deep and lost in his own head.

"wish he would've what?"

"killed me." his voice almost a whisper, he sounded hurt and afraid, maybe. i pulled him closer and held him tighter.

"i'm so, so fucking glad he didn't, and i'm so sorry you ever had to go through that, george. but you're out of there now, you're here with me and wilbur. if he had... done that to you, i would've never met you and that just seems really boring."

"not meeting me... sounds boring?"

"yes. life was miserable without you georgie. god, i don't even remember how i lived without you." i confessed with a dramatic accent and over-the-top sighs and motions.

"shut uppp." george said, rolling his eyes at me. "hey.. uhm thank you.. for everything." he began tinkering with the hem of his shirt, obviously giving him something to do and distract himself with.

"no need. i'm always here for you, you always got me."

i wrapped my hand, that was previously playing with his hair, around his chest to pull him into a hug. he quickly accepted and nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.

butterflies. why do i have-

how long had it been since i've had butterflies?
way to fucking long, obviously. still though- why the fuck am i-?

it's just the position we're in. i mean cmon. he's breathing directly on to my neck and plus since scarlett is... scarlett- i'm immensely touch. deprived.

that's all it is.

*time skip- morning around 11 am*

i shifted as i woke from my sleep. i was mainly woken up to mulan singing, but it was also 11 am.

i sat up a bit and looked around, that's when i realized i was still in george's bed? i heard a small laugh beside me. my mind had finally caught up to me. george was sitting next to me, probably laughing at how confused i looked.

"good-morning sleepyhead." he beamed. why is he so happy this morning?

"mm, morning. why-..? did i fall asleep here last night?"

"uh yeah.. after we watched like- 2 movies you passed out and so did i. i only woke up about an hour ago, but wilbur came in and said for you to go talk to him when you wake up."

his eyes flickered back to the tv every so often. he seemed nervous? or flustered maybe? why would he- oh.

i fell asleep and then he fell- oh.