Torn Souls

10. Blizard

George's smile stayed plastered on his face as they dashed out the door hand in hand. The clouds had moved away and the sun had come out. It left nothing but a blue sky and empty roads. The city seemed dry of life. But it was a winter wonderland. Snow was on everything it could reach and it sparked in the sun, making it look like it was a blizzard of glitter.

The feild was none too different. It was a bit difficult to move through concidering the 6 inches of snow. But they didn't care. It was just them. George laughed before letting go of Dream's hand. "Ta da! This is it."

"It's beautiful." Dream might've been talking about the feild, but he was only admiring George. However, George was paying no attention. He hummed in response. The brit observed the feild as if it would vanish. Dream didn't know that he was scheming.

"It is." George mumbled. He walked towards the ghost. He finally looked up and locked their eyes. "Hi." He was smiling like an idiot- a happy idiot.

"Hi" Dream blushed slightly. One minute he was looking at the Brit and the next he was looking at the sky in a puff of snow. After taking a moment to breathe (after getting the breath knocked out of him) "George what the hell?!" He yelled from his place in the snow. He sat up quickly after no response. "George?" The park was empty, the trees were bare.

His giggle gave it away, "Oh Dream..." he called out from behind a tree. The ghost spun on his heels, just to late to duck. A snowball exploded in the middle of his face. "HA I GOT YOU!" George yelled, pure joy spreading across his face.

"Oh you are just so funny." Dream laughed a bit like a villain. He scooped up a bit of snow and packed it in a ball.

"No. No. I'm sorry." George began backing up as Dream walked toward him. "Dream no I'm SORRY!" he ducked and sprinted back behind the tree.

"Yeah you will be sorry." Dream muttered just loud enough for him to hear. George ran out from the tree that had been protecting him. "Come here George!" He hollered after the run away. His aim was too good, the tight ball hit George square in the back with a 'poof', leaving white dust on his black jacket.

The brit scooped up more snow, forming it into a tight ball and launching it. "You've started a war Dream..." he sneered, a devilish grin spreading on his face. He gathered as much snow as he could, throwing it before Dream struck back.

Dream only chuckled, gently shaking his head. "If this is war, then I'm going to win." He chased George around the park, hitting nearly everytime.

"You're- you're cheating!" George yelled, trying to catch is breath. He had hardly gotten any hits in, he spent all of the time ducking and dodging.

"I am not!" Dream scoffed. He scrunched his face up- looking the fake kind of offended. "You're just terrible at this."

"Then stop being so- so good at it." George pouted from half way across the feild. Dream stopped, giving him a smug look. "Don't give me that look!" George whined, causing a commotion of laughter. They both had strange laughs. One a wheezing tea kettle, and the other a laugh a bit like the joker (just more bubbly). But together it was a beautiful harmony contagious enough to make anyone smile.

"You're- you're such an idiot." The ghost managed to get out through wheezes. This earned another snowball aimed for his head. "Oh fuck, see there you go." Dream muttered, still chuckling. That one had hit him in the middle of his face, causing his hands to fly to his face to wipe the cold away.

However, this allowed George just enough time to sneak behind him. "Dream!" He screamed once as he charged full spead at the ghost. He turned as fast as he could, just before George jumped on him. They both fell to the ground. George hovering just above him, inches apart. "I got you there." Each hand resided on either sides of Dream's head, trapping him under the smiling brit. Heavy huffs escaped both of their lips, their hot breaths appearing in the January air. Their breaths turned into short bursts of laughter. The brit rolled over into the snow beside him to lay on his back, leaving their arms touching. "I won." George giggled.