your favorite boy | dnf

sixteen

There he was, at the top of he staircase. Antonio. 

George stood there, eyes wide open, changing his glance from Dream to Antonio. He couldn't believe it. Before he knew it his legs were carrying him out the door, leaving Dream and him alone. Dream stood in utter shock, snapping out of it one he felt a large hand being placed on his shoulder. He turns around and lets out his breath, unaware he was holding it. 

Dream tries to go after George but Antonio tightened his grip on his shoulder.

"Just... let him go." He said in a soft tone. Dream whipped his head around to stare him in the eyes, full of concern. The blondes huffs out a small 'what?'.

"You hear me. Just let him go." Antonio said with a small grin. "He's already left you, so we can finally be together." He dragged his hands down Dreams chest from behind his back. He reacted quickly and slapped Antonio's hands away, looking at him full of anger.

Without a word Dream was out he door looking for George.

George kept on walking wherever his feet would allow him to go, not caring where he ends up. That was, at least, until he heard his name being called.

"GEORGE!"

It was a faint noise, barely a whisper to his ears. He slowed his pace but didn't turn back. The noise came back, and gradually grew louder.

"GEORGE WAIT"

He couldn't wait. He couldn't stop. He wanted to turn back but what would that make him.

"Georgie..."

He stopped dead in his tracks. The noise was a whisper but very close up. He turned round swiftly, tears flooding his eyes. He turns to see Dream, 5 feet away, walking slowly towards George. This feels awfully familiar.

"Georgie-"

"Don't" George cuts him off. Arms folded and facing half away from him.

"What?" Dream asks.

"Don't call me that." At this point Dream doesn't care what George would say, at long as he got to see him. 

Dream shut hi mouth, yet looking for something too say. They stood in this silence for a solid minute.

"Why?" George was the first to speak up. His voice quiet, like a whimper.

"Why would he still be there after all of this shit that just went down?" George was now yelling at Dream, not caring about the people passing by. Dream had no clue what to say. Nothing came out of his mouth. The best thing he could do was explain, even if it makes no sense.

"Georgi- George," He stutters, "He was only over because he was helping me with something. I would've never had had him over if he couldn't make it. It was the only time he was free."

George just looked at him mouth agape in confusion.

"That's your best explanation? That he just HAD to be over the second we-" Struggling to find a word, he aimlessly motioned his arms between him and Dream. "THIS?! God Clay don't you ever think of the fact that your music isn't as important as your boyfriend and you getting in a huge fight? Don't you ever think of the fact that your music caused ALL of this to happen and you find soo easy to go back to it?"

Dream was left alone as Gorge walked away. Leaving everything behind. He had to find a way to make it up to him.

(timeskip to about 6 hours later)

George sits at the bar, a fresh drink in his hands. He normally would never drink, unless it was smewhat urgent. Just as he finished his first drink and ordered a second one, he saw someone walk onto the stage. And holy fuck was it a surprise.