Our little game

Rain

A/N: Song suggestion: I miss having sex but at least I don't wanna die anymore- Waterparks.

George's POV:

We got donuts in total silence. The only thing playing was a quiet and staticky channel on the car radio. You could hardly even make out the words though so after a while I decided it wasn't worth trying.

The silence bothered me. It itched at my neck and tugged on my hair- or maybe that was just me. I brought my knees closer to my chest. All I wanted was to hug my best friend. I wanted to get home and play Minecraft with Dream and Nick like nothing's wrong. That's what I did back in the UK. It's different now though. Everything is different now.

Every second we sat in that miserable car, the sound of Nicks's blinkers turning on now and then, and the static radio hidden somewhere in the silence echoed in my brain. The sound of Dreams obnoxiously loud breath seemed to scream in my ear. What the fuck is happening to me? I wanted to scream. I need to scream.

"Nick, pull over here," I told him quickly, he shot me a weird look. "The beach? Literally, no one goes there?" I shrugged and motioned for him to turn into the empty parking lot. The lot was tiny, and he's right, in the past three months I've been here I've driven across the beach a hundred times and haven't seen a single car parked out in that parking lot. We opened the car door immediately after the car came to a complete stop, then ran onto the beach, my shoes filling up with sand in the most uncomfortable way. I didn't care though, I only kept running. Nick yelled after me, Dream too. "George! Come on now, what the hell are you doing?!?" Dream yelled from far away. "Dude, it looks like a storm is coming on, we really should get back home!" Nick yelled, motioning up to the sky. 

I glanced up and saw the one clear sky turning into a grey haze of clouds. "You're right, what the hell?" Dream stared up at the sky. "FUCK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I hated everything. 

Most of all I hated the things I didn't. 

"George?! Are you okay?" Nick asked, his voice quieter now that he'd caught up with me. 

I felt a drop of rain hit my cheek, landing softly on my heated skin. Then followed by another drop. And another. The sky filled with rain and wind as the dark aura of the sky settled over our faces, casting a dark mood on the beach. The humidity in the air had already frizzed up Dream's hair, which was now damp from the drizzle crashing down on us. He looked at me. Our eyes meeting in that stupid gaze I hated more than anything. 

I marched over to him, grabbed the sides of his face, and bringing him close to me. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, which was now the only comforting thing I could feel. "Guys, I'm going to go back to the car, hurry up please I don't want to drive home in a storm," Nick said, then ran off towards the car. 

"George." Dream said, his voice breaking up halfway through. "NO! SHUT UP!" I screamed, still holding him close to me. "Y-You...You are a shitty person. I hate you more than anything in the world," his eyes widened and he tried to pull away but I grabbed his shirt. "B-But, you want to know what I hate most about you? I hate how the way you make me angry, and how you wear socks to bed, and only pour your cereal milk first when I'm with you because you know it pisses me off. Or how you smile in that stupid way and will always be better than me. None of that makes me hate you. I hate you because I know every part of you is perfect. I'll always think of you and smile and when you aren't here I don't feel right! I HATE THAT! Why couldn't you just be a weird ass hole who I never got to know in the first place?" 

"I'm so infatuated by the idea of you that knowing I can't have it makes me fill with anger, and hate," I told him. The rain crashed down, getting heavier and thicker. I was freezing, and shivering, and holding so tightly onto dreams shirt that my hands shook and I was scared my fingers might fall off. I could hardly see through the rain that clouded my eyes, and the perfect image of Dream standing in front of me, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead as the rain ran down his cheeks. Maybe it was rain, maybe tears, maybe both. 

"I-If you hate me then..." He started, but I kissed him. It was passionate and emotional. Maybe I am falling for this man. How did I let myself do that? "I don't hate you. I just hate that I know I never will," He smiled softly, but still carried a sad look in his eyes. "I've fucked everything up Dream! It's all coming back to slap me in the ass," he took a firm hold of my face and forced me to look right at him. "George. Sometimes things need to be fucked over a little bit." I started crying. Everything inside of me pouring out. "I'm sorry!" I tried to scream but it came out more like a sob. "For what?" Dream asked. "I don't even know. Everything!" He pulled me into a hug, holding my body so tight as if he was threatening my body to stop shaking. 

"Hey! You don't get to apologize for writing your story! For having a journey. We all live and we all cry, and there will come a point when everything feels like it's blown to shit but we still go, the story doesn't just end George!" I stayed quiet, trembling and sobbing in his grasp. A terrifying silence came over Dream, I thought he must be thinking hard about something. 

"George, we have to go. You're going to get sick!" I didn't move though. I don't think I was physically able. Eventually, though he picked me up, carrying me bridal style while I wrapped my hands around his neck and cried more than I probably ever have in my life.

"Do you have any towels or jackets?" Dream asked Nick as soon as he opened the car door and laid me down on the back seat. "Yeah, I have a towel from the last time we went to the beach in the trunk, and a blanket back there too," Dream nodded and immediately ran back to get them. He came back and slammed the door shut, then took my soaked shirt off, wrapping the towel around me, then took my pants off and laid the blanket over my body. He did my seatbelt for me and held onto my hand the whole way back to the house. 

A/N: This chapter's really making my heart hurt.