Eunoia | DreamxGeorge

Reflections

"I'll call you back later, Bad," George left the call. 

He picked his phone up off the desk and stared at the shattered screen for what felt like forever. His broken reflection stared back at him with hollow eyes and tears rushing down his face. 

I hate you so much.

George tilts his head up and rests it on his chair. The ceiling is covered with little bumps and dots, George has never felt so inclined to destroy them. 

Then, the moment he was dreading finally happened. Dream's contact popped up onto his screen followed by the awful sound of ringing.

George simply held his phone in both of his hands and thought of what he'd say.

He sent Dream a quick message that read: give me a sec. And walked out of his room.

With a quick hello to his cat, he walked out the front door and sat out the doorsteps. It was raining again, it was always raining in England, but it's raining a lot now. The slight overhead protected him from the cold droplets.

Without hesitation, he called Dream back.

Ringing.

"George?"

"Dream?" George felt like he couldn't breathe. With those words, he was already lightheaded and couldn't speak.

"Fuck," Dream sighed. This can't be easy for him. It sounds like he's as messed up as me. Impossible. 

"I'm sorry," George's voice gets caught in his throat and breaks mid-sentence.

"No, I'm sorry, George." His voice is exposed, raw, painful. George knows something Dream says next will be big. "I started all of this and I made things so fucking weird between us. Every time I'm on a call with you know I feel like one of us is going to say something we don't mean to say out loud and it's just going to get worse."

"It's not your fault-"

"No, it is," Dream interrupted. "I fucking realized how much you mean to me and had a stupid ass nightmare. I had a nightmare where I confessed my feelings to you and you were disgusted. So I went to you, and..."

"Dream,"

"Yeah?" Dream is crying, and it's painfully obvious in his voice.

"Did you know that eunoia also means a good feeling."

"No, I didn't know that,"

"Well, now you do," George has no idea how he's so calm. His best friend just confessed his love for him. 

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Hmmm," George pauses, "we both learned something new? Good things came out from that disaster of a night."

Dream coughs a laugh. "I guess."

"I thought this would go differently," George confesses after a moment of silence.

"What? You didn't expect me to tell you that I love you?" 

He loves me. He said it. Dream loves me. 

"I mean, not really," George giggles quietly. The rain has slowed down and left huge puddles covering the street. "I expected you to yell at me and tell me how much you hated me. Now that I think about it, that's still much more likely to happen."

"Please," Dream scoffs at him. "I'm physically incapable of hating you."

George laughs again and stares at the sky. A rainbow formed.

"George?" 

"Yeah, Dream?"

"Why did you call Sapnap that night? It was because of me, right?"

George feels his face turning bright red. 

"Yeah," He mutters sheepishly.

"Go on, please," Dream continues to push.

"It was after you told me about your dream. I couldn't sleep, so I finished reading heatwaves." George can hear Dream cough in surprise at his words but continues before Dream could say anything. "When I finally fell asleep, I had a dream about us. We were in a flower field and you tried to kiss me. I wanted you to kiss me. But, I realized it was a dream and I didn't want to hurt myself by letting you kiss me, so I didn't. And, then I woke up and called Sapnap."

"Oh," 

"Yeah,"

"I'm sorry," 

"Please, don't be,"

They both sat in silence.

"You should come to Florida," Dream suggests out of nowhere.

"I want to," George admits with a sigh. He does want to go to Florida, to see Dream.

"I would take you to a flower field," George hums at the idea. It seems so amazing. To sit there with Dream. "You can meet Patches! Oh God, you'll love Patches!!" 

"I wanna go so bad,"

"Then why aren't you here yet?" George groans at his pleas, Dream anxiously sighs and adds, "Uh, I've been looking at these a lot." 

"Hmmm?" George questions quietly. The bright colors of the rainbow shine brightly against the grey sky. George can almost imagine the reds and greens. 

His phone buzzes with a text message. Dream sent him a link to something?                

George opens the website without hesitation, while it's loading he can hear Dream quietly fidgeting with stuff on his desk.

The page slowly shows up.

Airplane tickets?