Florida (DNF)

05

"i'm off to bed. goodnight dream" george muttered before the call ended.

he'd fucked up

dream was sat with his head plunged into his hands, the previous conversation between him and george replayed in his head

"he's such a dick" clay scoffed and leant back in his desk chair "yeah he is" george chuckled softly "mind telling me why your mind switched to DNF sex while we were playing" he added on jokingly. "because i was thinking about you, and only you. how could i think of somebody else? when i can just think of you!" dream thought "huh" SHIT, HE'D SAID IT OUT LOUD "you know.. i was thinking of dnf funny jokes.. yeah" he corrected himself out of awkwardness "oh.. alright then" fuck he'd made it awkward "i'm off to bed. goodnight dream" george muttered before the call ended.

he'd fucked up, he'd fucked up so bad. he'd probably freaked george out and who knows what was going through his head. why did he have to say his thoughts out loud, why why why.

a few seconds of silence went by as dream stayed still, his head in his hairs and his fingers gripped onto strands on his hair

ding

his head snapped up and his eyes darted towards his phone, it was a message from george

call me

he knew exactly what george was going to ask, and he had a lump in his throat just thinking about how george would be feeling right now. he swallowed the lump in his throat and cleared his throat before picking up his phone and calling george

"hello"

"hi, you wanted me to cal-" before dream could finish, he was cut off

"what was that about earlier?"

"i was just joking around, you should know that george.."

"i should know that? it should know it? well it seemed pretty damn serious to me dream"

"we joke around all the time, i messed up my words. you know how it gets"

"no dream i don't, we joke around all the time yes, we always do it. but your voice it sounded so serious, so surreal..."

"it was just a joke george, just a joke"

"yeah ok, just a joke"

silence filled the call

"..i didn't mean it in a mean way bu-"

"forget it, you cleared it up. it was just a joke. just a silly little jokey joke, and of course i'm too stupid to realise that, am i right?"

"no i didn't mean that"

"then what do you mean dream! you're confusing me"

"why do you care about this george? if it's a joke or not, why do you care?"

"you didn't answer my question"

"you didn't answer mine!"

"i just care okay, i care. do you not understand caring either? are you too stupid to understand the simplicity of caring huh? are you dream!"

the call filled with silence once more

"huh? you can't just go around throwing shitty jokes like that at people okay? people with real feelings!"

"i'm sorry, have a good night george" dream muttered and before the boy on the other line could answer, he clicked the red button to end the call. he slowly sunk down in his seat, bringing his knees up onto the chair and burying his head between his knees, he'd fucked it up. he'd fucked it up so bad. george was furious at him, if only he hadn't spoke his thoughts out loud, maybe this wouldn't be happening right now. maybe everything would've okay...

he understood the word caring, he understood the simplicity of it, like george asked. he cared a lot for george, a lot for everyone. he tried his best to care for everyone in his life, so how would he not understand the simplicity of caring.

he pushed himself up from his desk chair and stumbled to the bathroom, his head was full of loud, shouting thoughts telling him different things, it was like two different army's were muddling with his mind, the angels were telling him that george wasn't annoyed at him, he was just confused and needed time, but the devils were telling him that george was furious, that george didn't see his caring side, that george never wanted to speak to him again. that george found him weird and creepy, that george never wanted to fucking speak to him again. he didn't know which voice to listen to, both voices were pecking his head, causing him a painful headache, he grabbed the door frame to steady himself as he made it into the bathroom, he slid down the glass screening of the shower, and leant his head against it, his inner thoughts were screaming, the both angel and devil telling him different things, he didn't know what to listen to anymore, he was confused, he was hurting.

dream felt a warm substance emerge from his eyes and stream down his cheeks, he didn't even try to stop the flow. he tasted the salty drops as they dropped to his mouth or streamed past and now onto the cold bathroom floor, he let out small quiet sobs, trying not to make loud noises to send a disturbance towards sapnap's room. his heart felt heavy, his eyes felt heavy. he felt heavy. he choked out the sobs that were enclosed in his throat. if sapnap was asleep there was no way he'd wake up to the distant sobs anyway, so he just let loose, more and more tear droplets streamed from his eyes and onto the bathroom floor, collecting in small little puddles on the titles, small but loud sobs escaped his throat as he pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head upon them, he couldn't keep it together, not now. not tonight... he was hurting

he lay there, crying and choking on sobs for hours and hours, he didn't even notice how long he'd been there until he noticed a orange bright light shinning into the bathroom through a small window above the sink. the sun was rising. he pushed himself up from the floor, the tears still streaming, the sobs still escaping his throat as he pulled himself out of the bathroom and stumbled into his room, he didn't even bother to close the door behind him before he crashed onto his bed, clinging onto the sheets like they'd protect him from his own pain, his hurting. but nothing could stop the constant pain he was feeling, not even his bed.

george hated him now and he knew it.. he didn't even know what he was going to do, or what he'd tell sapnap, and his fans.. and even the rest of his friends. he'd hadn't hurt this much in a while, he didn't want to lose george and he felt like he was going to. what was he supposed to do?

A/N-

hey i know this is a bit dramatic, but i'd cry like dream did if someone said that shit to me, i may be sensitive but anywaysssssss. i hope you enjoyed this heart-wrenching chapter and have some tissues if you cried along with dream<3