Dreams popular, we've all heard it before; If you're considered his friend you're automatically cool. Everyone loves the charming funny jock, well everyone besides George. George is quiet, has a few close friends, and seems to hate Dream for seeming...
Fear. Everyone's scared of something, whether it be spiders, the dark, or even being alone. The last one seemed absolutely insane to me four months ago, all I ever wanted was to be alone. You don't have to explain anything whenever you're alone, no one can hurt you whenever you're alone, and you don't have to pretend whenever you're alone.
But things change, people change. Some people don't need you to explain yourself to because they already get you, they prove to you multiple times they won't hurt you no matter how difficult you can be, and there's no reason to pretend in the first place.
I used to think you could just ignore something and eventually it would go away, but I guess I never tried to ignore something that wanted my attention so badly, that wouldn't give up until it got a smile out of me.
I never hated him, I was just too scared to let myself love him but he makes it so hard not to. I like how often he sneaks into my room at night to hang out just because I told him I can't sleep. I'm no longer alone during pancake days, instead I have someone to share them with.
Sometimes I still panic, so much has changed in just a short about of time but he reminds me change is okay, especially if it's for the better.
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It's a cold Wednesday night during winter break when I hear an oh so familiar tap on my window by an even familiar face smiling back at me.
"You know you could just come through the front door right?" I smile sliding open the window.
"Yeah but this is quieter." He grins before jumping through and hitting the ground with a bang.
"Hardly."
"Front door from now on." He winks flopping onto my bed with a huff.
I sit down next to him pulling up my laptop like we've done so many nights before, scooting it over to him so he could pick something to watch. Dream decided on some movie i've never heard of and turns the bedside table lamp off pulling me in closer.
Three movies later and we haven't moved, i'm close to falling asleep as he scrolls through Netflix recommendations trying to find something mildly interesting before just clicking on one that seemed decent enough.
"You tired?" Dream asks in a soft tone pushing loose strands away from my face.
"Mhm..." I hum in response.
"You're so pretty like this, who am I kidding? You're always pretty..." He cooed placing a kiss on my forehead. "I love everything about you... You're just so perfect."
I softly laugh at his affection letting him continue.
"You're practically flawless George."
"I don't know about that." I giggle.
"Well I do, I can't think of a single thing I don't like about you."
"Sure~"
"It's true, well actually there is one thing..."
"And what's that?"
"You're not mine." He frowns.
"I think we could easily fix that."
"Really?"
"I don't know, maybe." I hum.
"Alright alright, but in all seriousness I do really like you and I wanna actually make us official but I understand if you're not ready for that yet, what do you think?"
"I'd like that."
And that's where this story ends, together. As for Karl and Nick; they've started hanging out a lot more alone, i'm pretty sure they've non-verbally agreed they're now a thing.
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|| Short end chapter because i'm kinda going through something and am not really in the creative mood. Down below is my new story it has three chapters as of right now, maybe consider checking it out. Thank you all so much for reading, voting, and commenting. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I enjoyed writing it! ||
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