Their First Everything (Dnf)

Their First Rain

[ART by Doğa on Twitter]

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Dream drove them home in comfortable silence.

At least, Dream was comfortable.

The sky was letting its tears fall again. Gently, the drops beat on his window. They gracefully rolled down the curve, making lines, connecting and crossing, and then being replaced with new drops starting their lives.

Dream found himself invested in the rain more than his driving, so he was lucky it was around 2 in the morning, and there were no cars out.

"Dream? Are you going to get out?" George asked from beside him.

Dream hadn't even realized he'd made it home already.

"Uh yeah, I'm coming." He replied quietly.

He took his key out and opened his door.

The warm summer rain fell onto his skin, and he just stood. Basking in it.

It slipped and slid all around his face and hair. It glided along his eyelashes as he looked up at the dark stormy clouds. It walked along his eyebrows, jumping off when it hit the edge.

"Dream, you're starting to worry me. Please come inside." Sapnap said from the door.

Dream turned to him and gasped.

He'd missed the Gogy and Snapmap meet-up post.

"I'm sorry, guys. I didn't mean to miss-"

"Dream. It's fine. You don't need to apologize all the time. I promise you it's okay." Sapnap said reassuringly, worry dotting his young face.

Dream faked a small smile. Nothing too big and unbelievable.

George was staring at him. But why?

Oh.

Dream had just now taken his mask off his face.

Dream blushed and turned away. "I'm gonna go put my bag upstairs and go back outside." He announced before speeding up the steps and going into his hiding home.

He walked over to the mirror and saw a wreck.

Stringy, damp, blonde hair, wet clothes, a firey color on his face, and a dead look in his eyes.

It took all of his willpower to walk away and go back outside.

But once he was out there, there was no problem.

The drizzle had become heavy, beating down on him. And it was magnificent.

It felt beautiful and golden even though the sun was nowhere to be seen.

The drops plummeted down towards him, racing to see who could reach him first. Second. Third. They ran down his face and arms and fingers. They fell right into the palm of his hand, laying there contently until he decided to pour them out. They traced him. They erased him. They could not see him. But they still saw him. For who he truly was.

Then it was gone. The water was gone.

"Wha-?" He started but turned around to find George holding a blue umbrella above his head. He took it sadly while George opened up a green one.

"Do you need something, George?" He asked horsely. He hadn't realized that some of those raindrops had really been teardrops.

"You looked like you were getting wet." George said jokingly.

"Geez, George.. stop trying to make me wet. Take me to dinner first..." He said casually, slipping into the usual banter that was passed back and forth between the two.

Except this time, George didn't respond. He just kind of stood there looking at Dream with his mouth opened slightly.

Dream turned around to hide his embarrassment.

"I don't use umbrellas, Georgie. I like rain.." Dream said, abruptly closing his umbrella.

The familiar tap tap tap began to touch his face again.

He turned to face George again. He slowly reached his hand out to take George's umbrella as well.

At first, George looked uncomfortable in the wetness of the rain, but when Dream took his hand, he seemed to forget the previous uncomfortness.

"It's so peaceful, George. And calm. And no matter what you do, it still hits somewhere. It goes so wide and gives everyone its peaceful gift." Dream rambled happily, swaying with George in the lamp light.

George nodded into Dream's shoulder, getting lost in the motion and emotion.

When the rain lightened, Dream realized what he was doing.

"I'm sorry, George. I didn't mean to make things awkward and uncomfortable - Uh, I'll just go.." He sputtered quickly before hurrying into the house.

He walked up to his room and stripped off every wet piece of clothing, putting on a white t-shirt and a pair of sweats.

He walked over to his bed and collapsed.

Tiredness was crowding his mind and filling the emptiness.

But his last thought before slipping completely out of consciousness..

George standing in the rain, fluffy hair now flat, dripping in water and a look of fire in his eyes.

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We're honestly popping off so hard rn guys.

So yeah. Bye losers

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