sunflowers and denim overalls 🌻 DREAMNOTFOUND

TWO

George woke to the sound of a rooster. A bitchass, fucking rooster. After failing to block the noise out, George gets out of bed and goes to stare out the window. It's a pretty scenery, he can't deny; a clear blue sky, little goats and chickens running across the green grass, the delicious sight of Dream lifting bales of hay-

Holy shit, he's hot.

Dream's decided not to wear a shirt under his denim overalls and, boy, is George glad, because he sure loves seeing the lean muscles of his back ripple as they strain and his strong hands, oh the things he could-

What the hell, George, he scolds himself, feeling his cheeks heat up. He doesn't stop, though, and creepily continues staring at Dream. Putting down another bale, Dream pauses to take a breather, and he looks up at George's window.

Fuck.

George freezes instead of ducking out of sight like a dumbass, so he's forced to awkwardly maintain eye contact before Dream laughs and waves at him. George's cheeks are scarlet by the time he returns the gesture in a more awkward fashion, then hurriedly moves away from the window.

After getting dressed, George goes downstairs in search of some breakfast before he has to endure manual labor. After saying good morning to Patches and filling his belly, he goes out the backdoor and is greeted by a very sweaty and very muddy Dream, shoveling something into an offensively large and smelly pile.

"Morning," Dream calls out, raising a long arm in greeting.

"Good morning," George replies, walking over to the boy.

"Just gonna watch, eh?" Dream says after a while, finally sticking his shovel into the ground and leaving it there.

"Well, I was hoping you could tell me what to do," George replies.

"The first thing you need to do is get out of those clothes," Dream nods down at George's button up and jeans.

"Excuse me?" George bursts, eyes wide. I'm such an idiot, Dream thinks.

Laughing as he always does when he's flustered, he clarifies frantically, "I meant you can't work in those clothes! I'm sorry, that- wow- that came out wrong," he's rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "You- they'll get ruined, and- stuff."

"Ah," George stands there awkwardly with his red cheeks, not sure what to do or say.

"You can borrow a pair of my overalls," Dream offers, desperate to clear the tension. "They might be a little big, but you could make it work," he says, looking George up and down. He thinks about what he just said and quickly snaps himself out of it, "I mean- they could still work. You know? Roll up the bottoms, and...stuff." God, why is he so weird?

"Yeah..."

"Come on," Dream says, and leads George up to his room, where he hands him a pair of well-used but clean denim overalls. George emerges from his bedroom a few minutes later, donning Dream's overalls over a white t-shirt of his own; they are obviously too big on him and Dream feels blood rising to his face because wow, he's really fucking adorable.

Clearing his throat to shake himself out of his weird-ass thoughts, Dream says with a hint of laughter, "Well, those fit well."

They did not fit well. The legs completely engulfed George's feet and the straps hung way too far below George's shoulders.

"Yeah, they sure do," George replies, equally sarcastic.

"Hey, it just needs a little tweaking," Dream walks over to George and starts adjusting the straps to make them rest in a somewhat normal position. "Better," he says contently.

"And what about the bottoms?" George says, kicking up his leg and watching a good six inches of the material sway below his feet.

With an exaggerated sigh, Dream crouches down and starts rolling them up so they fall just above George's ankle.

"Happy now?" Dream asks, standing up.

"Somewhat," George answers with an eye roll, although Dream doesn't miss the small smile and rosy cheeks.

"Hey, now we're twinning!" Dream grins at him, walking downstairs.

"Hurrah," George deadpans, following along.