Peach Silhouette

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I stopped dead in my tracks as a flash of blonde whipped past my nose. Tubbo and Tommy were whooshing around on the hardwood floors in their socks. I heard a door open further down the hallway and Sapnap emerged. 

I felt a chin rest on my shoulder and I turned my head slightly to see messy brown hair and deep chestnut eyes. 

"Good morning George." I smiled wide. I started to run, sliding in my neon green socks. George followed in suit, spinning into a wall and barely catching himself. He fell into a fit of laughter at that, and Sapnap snickered. 

"CAN'T CATCH ME NOW BIG T!" Tommy came flying down the long hallway, a huge grin on his face and the light of the day positively shining in his eyes. I felt my heart warm, glad that Tommy and Tubbo had finally settled in. 

How could I ever take that away from them?

Tubbo flew down the hallway, his light brown hair falling in his face. I looked up and my eyes met with George's. 

In my head, we had a conversation, silent but clear. 

"This is your choice, Clay."

"But what do you want?"

"You already know that. Look at how happy we are here."

Niki slid into the scene, dragging Will behind her and breaking the connection between George and I. She laughed sweetly as Tommy rushed by Will, causing him to roll his eyes and sigh. 

"In this video, we slid around in socks, watch til the end of the video to see what hap- oof." Tommy's mockery of George did not last long. I broke down into laughter as George and Tommy fell to the floor. 

"YES! VIOLENCE!" I heard a low voice call and Techno appeared. I slid across the floor, offering a hand to George. He took it, and I helped him to his feet. We spun around for a second, and we lost track of the world for only a moment, until Wilbur screeched something neither of us wanted to hear. 

"SOMETIMES ALL I THINK ABOUT IS YOU, LATE NIGHTS IN THE MIDDLE OF JUNE-" Sapnap shoved him, and I saw a frown cross George's face. His mood changed and I practically saw the happiness leave his soul. 

"I've got to get something from my room." His shitty excuse to leave made me concerned, and I waited a second before following him. I walked into his room, shutting the door behind me. He had his back turned to me, and I could tell his walls were up.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked carefully. 

"Nothing." He muttered, continuing to sort through an open drawer of his dresser.

"I saw your mood change back there. Talk to me, how can I make things better?" He spun around, and I flinched out of habit. The movement was too swift to be anything but angry. 

"You can't! The whole wide fucking world is involved in us. The jokes they throw around, the connections the fans make, the heat waves thing - they won't shut. up. Dreamnotfound this, Dreamnotfound that! Why do we, of all people, get the most attention? Why not Wilbur and Niki, who have obviously been dating for months, or Bad and Skeppy, who spent most of quarantine together and everyone knows they're dating, but no one cares nearly as much about them as they do about us. It's torture, Dream, listening to them make assumptions based on their own petty knowledge. Their words burn me, they hurt, but I can't say anything because we live in a world where people believe things have to be said and seen to be real. We are already real, we don't need them stepping all over us to prove it." He exhaled, the fire dying from his eyes. 

"George, why didn't you tell me?"

"I...I don't know, I thought you'd want to tell everyone about us." He mumbled. 

"Well of course I do, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. But you're right, maybe we should wait awhile to introduce anything - we are real. They don't change that. But what can is not communicating. I need you to keep talking to me. Have outbursts like this, get mad, yell and scream; I want to listen, I want you to be heard and seen, by me, not by them. There's nothing you could ever say to me that would make me go away." I looked at him directly. 

"No one's ever loved me like that, Dream." He whispered.

"I know. And it's a privilege to be the first." I replied, gently putting my hand on his cheek. 

He pushed his face into my chest, and I ran my hands through his hair.

"Here's an idea." I mused, connecting my thoughts. 

"Hmm?"

"Why don't we mention it to the closest people to us at dinner tomorrow? We'll tell them to keep it quiet, and silence other rumors." George nodded, and I met his eyes.

"Let's go join the fun." He took a deep breath and opened the door, almost getting run over by Harvey and Kay.  We laughed and hung out the rest of the morning. By evening, I was exhausted from a long day of recording. George lay asleep beside me, but I was sitting up, scribbling notes and sketches into my book of thoughts. 

january 22nd, 2022

today was better. can the days eventually stop getting better? one day, will they just stay the same, repetition, dull? i hope not. 

but maybe they can.

i'm not so sure i want to stay in this house forever. it's been fun. i want to stay with george, but i also want to see downtown tokyo at night, and the way the light shines on the grand canyon, and all those places i just haven't been yet. i want to make my life have meaning.

does it already have meaning?

yes. george is meaning. george makes it worth it. right?

right??

"i love you to the moon and back"

complications, i guess. life seems a little unfair. is there something wrong with me?

i dont want to wake up one day and realize i havent done all the things i wanted to do, gone to all the places i wanted to go, said all the things i wanted to say.

i dont want to wake up one day and realize i havent lived.

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inspiring song(s)

sex sells - lovejoy

what you mean to me - layup

24 hours - shawn mendes

taunt - lovejoy

everybody talks - neon trees

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an: motivation seems to be back. i enjoyed writing this chapter until i realized WOOOOOO no one loves me like that, unless you maybe want to count the one stupidhead in my life, but he says we're better off friends. maybe we are. right person, wrong time trope anyone?

anyways, sorry for making this a/n personal. i never mean to.

thank you so much for 6k reads and 400 comments!!! speedrunning this wattpad shit /j

love you all, and afri out <3