tonight | dnf

chapter thirteen.

The two connected hands and from the way George tried to drift to the car, he assumed he thought they were already going home. But instead, Dream surprised the other by leading him past the car and across the road, where they were walking into a large field. George said nothing yet and let Dream bring them to the designated spot.

He didn't mind that he was basically abandoning his car, they were only across the road. It wasn't going to grow legs and run away and he'd surely be aware if someone was trying to steal it, especially at this time with the dead silent roads--the only sound being their footsteps and the wavering, light flow of wind.  

He admired the way George looked at the stars and he admired the way he admired them. It looked like he saw them as more than just flaming balls of gas in space, but it was cute in a way. He had no clue what was spiraling and running through his mind but he was sure he was making up crazy theories and trying to connect the stars to anything else, like people being reincarnated into stars or how they have to do with who you are. It was crazy what he could come up with if you only gave him a few minutes. 

It wouldn't be dark for long, it was 2:59 am and dawn was right around the corner. Most nights the stars weren't so visible as it was usually cloudy. It was the perfect night--well early morning--for star gazing and just overall relaxing.

"Where are you going?" George asked as Dream dragged him a bit further into the flower field.

"Well, do you wanna watch the stars or not?" He responded, his voice unintentionally a bit sassier than normal. 

Dream watched the way he tried to hold back a smile, trying to push it away but ultimately failing. The two found a spot by some daises and other small flowers like forget me nots and dandelions. First to lay down was Dream, getting comfortable in the grass. Before laying down George took off his hoodie to lay it under him since the grass was so itchy. After getting adjusted, the two layed their heads on one another. 

In the blanket of stars and few clouds was a pale crescent moon that Dream focused on. There was no reason or rhyme to why it caught his attention, maybe he was just attracted to pretty things. Like George, who he could feel moving around under his chin. 

"Look,"George lifted his arm and pointed at the sky but Dream couldn't figure out what he was trying to show him. "You see those stars? That's the orion constellation and then.." George went silent, obviously focused on what was above them, connecting the dots in his brain. 

Dream turned to George, looking at him as he looked at the sky full of stars that stretched to infinity. It was crazy to think even when they were miles apart they could always look up and see the same thing. In all honesty, it was comforting to know it was something that could always connected them. But that's not what he wanted to keep his attention on right now.

He wanted to focus completely on George. His talk about the constellations went on and Dream just hummed and listened as he admired George and way the the moon shine lit up every perfect feature of his face--like the freckles that were placed in every spot perfectly, or his long eyelashes, even the scar on his eyebrow he had gotten as a kid. This time George didn't seem to even notice Dreams staring, he was so caught up in explaining every constellation he could find and how he came to learn how to identify them. One by one. 

It didn't matter whether it was because of the setting or just because he was with George but he couldn't hope for anything more or less. He made everything seem like bliss and heaven on earth. He'd never doubted his feelings for George and as he turned to face him and Dream got a good, up close glimpse at him, he knew he never would. 

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Time and time passed of the two laying under the stars, telling their stories like George had always wished for, but soon, as expected, the sun was rising over the horizon and above the trees. They had called it a night and loaded into Dream car, driving off Georges home as a light buzz of music played from the stereo. Later, when they got home and provided love to Cat, both Dream and George passed out in each other arms after fighting against sleep the whole ride there.

They both didn't wake up for hours after, it was 1:36 PM when George woke up from Cat rubbing against his face. When he fully woke up he noticed Dream still asleep. The natural light coming through the window shone right on him, his freckles were clear to George, sprinkled perfectly on his face and arms. It occurred to him it was probably creepy to stare at someone while they're dead asleep, but it was so hard to look away. He was so amazingly beautiful, like a perfectly painted painting come to life.

George knew he should get up, and he should've been up hours ago. There was stuff he needed and wanted to get done like deep clean the house, go to the mall and buy his friend a late birthday gift, and so much more he couldn't be bothered to do. But finally having the chance to lay around in bed all day and do absolutely and with Dream by his side sounded so tempting. So, George layed back down, got comfortable, and drifted back off to sleep.