So you think you're bold huh?

Love is clarity

A/N: I really want to shove a cactus up this one particular person's ass. Fucking hate them. "HaTeS a StRoNg WoRd" I know bitch:|

Dream's POV:

"Isn't your dad downstairs?" I asked while George and I showered. He broke out laughing. "Pfft- yeah," I started wheezing and stood under the water to wash the shampoo out of my hair. "I should probably go huh?" I asked. George nodded softly, "Yeah," I frowned and kissed his head. "Okay, I'll come to pick my clothes up whenever your parents aren't here," he nodded and turned the water off after we finished, then left to grab our towels. He came back with a towel around his waist and one draped over his head, then handed me one. I muttered out thanks and stepped out of the shower then followed George out of his bathroom and into his bedroom.

"Here," he walked over and opened a dresser drawer and grabbed boxers and socks, then opened another one and handed me a red t-shirt and grey sweat pants. "I don't know if they'll fit but they're big on me," I nodded and we both turned to get changed quickly, then I realized my shoes were downstairs. "My shoes are down there," he thought for a minute. "If my dad's in his office on a call then he won't be out in a while, plus he's a loud guy, if he goes anywhere you'll hear him," George said then grabbed my hand and started towards the door. I stopped him though and pulled him close to me. "Do you want to be my boyfriend Georgie?" I asked in a low whisper. "Y-Yeah," he muttered back and dug his face into
my chest. I smiled and licked his ear playfully. "Cool,"

"Hey Dream, I'm confused, does this mean we're boyfriends, or were you genuinely just asking me if I wanted to date you or not?" I laughed and held onto his waist. "We're boyfriends, is that okay?" He nodded while staring up at me. "We're boyfriends..." he repeated with a smile on his face. "Indeed we are, boyfriend," I kissed him once quickly, gaining like 6 in return. "Georgie stop trying to seduce me!" I teased and picked him up and threw him in his bed. I jumped on top of him and started ticking him all over. "Ahh!" He shouted and tried tickling me back, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them on the bed above him. "Oh-" he said with a sudden squeak. I smirked and bit his cheek softly. "You are such a bottom, George!" I sat up and let him go while wheezing. He pouted and threw a pillow at me. "I thought you were fucking leaving you weird-ass fury homo!" I started wheezing, "what did you just call me?!?" He joined in with my laughter while still pouting. "You're a meanie," He told me after a while. "I'm not a meanie! I just like teasing you," he laid down with his back facing me. "Aww did I make you sad?" I asked in a baby voice and laid down behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him in as my little spoon.

"Stop it, I'm trying to be mad at you," he told me and turned around to face me. "Yeah?" I smirked and attacked his face with kisses. "YOU CAN'T RESIST MY AFFECTION!" I shouted and straddled him while tickling his stomach. "AHHH!" He shouted and turned around, tackling me but failing and rolling us off his bed.

"Ow," I muttered and slumped myself on top of George. "Hey! You're supposed to be gone already you big weirdo," I smiled and closed my eyes. "You know what I think I'll just stay right here...you're so comfortable Gogy," he groaned and whacked my back. "You just need to get your ass out of here before my mom gets home!" He told me and turned to make our cuddling position more comfortable.

After a while of us laying together and talking a little, George had gone silent so I decided to bring something up. "Hey, are you going to homecoming tomorrow?" He pulled away to look at me. "Yeah I'll probably go with my friends, are you?" I shrugged. "Probably not," he frowned. "You should come," I made a face. "I hate school dances though. The entire school is there and it's just another huge opportunity to get picked on. Plus who would I even go with?" He frowned again. "You could maybe make up with your friends," I shook my head right away. "No way!" He sighed, "I didn't think so...why did you guys even stop hanging out?" I groaned and turned red a little. "Because I told them I liked you and they weren't too thrilled...especially Nick," he scoffed. "What's wrong with liking me?!?" I shrugged. "Maybe because you're a dick," I teased, but actually kind of meant it. "I'm not!" I nodded. "I know George, but that's not what they think. I mean you haven't exactly been nice to us, especially your friends," he sighed sadly. "I hate that."

He buried his head in my chest again and curled into a ball while I held him. "You okay?" He nodded pathetically and squeezed my waist. "I was such a bad person. My boyfriend's best friends hate him now just because he likes me!" George whined, I sighed and squeezed him tighter, then sat up and put him on my lap, facing me. "First of all, it's not your fault. Second, they hate me because I'm not a good person," his bottom lip pouted. "That's not true! You're the best person I know," I smiled softly. "That's because you make me a better person. If I didn't like you then you'd feel the same way about me that the rest of the planet does," he frowned in a sad way.

"Hey, why don't you love who you try so hard to be Clay?" My face froze and I struggled to find words. "I think because I'm too scared to admit to myself that this isn't the me I think it is," George nodded and kissed my forehead. "Maybe it is, you just haven't let go of the person you used to think you were," I felt myself get kind of sad. He's right, he's always fucking right. Maybe this is love. Grabbing someone by the ear and telling them what they're doing wrong even when it stings a lot. "Yeah...maybe," he rubbed his hands through my hair. "It's okay to be going through that Clay," I froze and looked right up at him, feeling tears push at the corners of my eyes. I didn't let them out though. "Yeah, I know. I forget," I forced a smile and brushed his cheek with my thumb. "Can I ask you something?" I nodded.

"What's your greatest fear?" I thought for a moment. I could say something dumb like 'spiders' or 'heights' but I think if I really thought about it, random bugs wouldn't seem so scary anymore. "Losing Myself," George nodded. "Sometimes the reason we don't realize things about ourselves is that those things make us afraid. Why is it that you're so afraid of losing the person you used to be?" He hit me right in the gut with this one. Feeling vulnerable and exposed I wanted to curl into a ball under my blanket.

"I think he's comfortable," I finally said after a moment's thought. George smiled in understanding. "I know what you mean," then he hugged me. It was cute, reassuring too. When he kisses me, I feel loved, but this hug is so comfortable. I know if I ever wanted to fall apart he'd fall right down with me. Maybe that's why love is so terrifying. While that can be extremely comforting, it's scarier knowing that no matter how bad you fall apart they'll break themselves to fall with you. At least when you feel what this kind of connection is. It's easy, and unspoken, which is comfortable in a sense.

Maybe that's love. Maybe all of this is love. There's no right answer I guess. It all comes together in this one big ball of risk. George will follow me to the depths of the world, but I'll follow him too. George would risk everything for me but I know I'd do the same for him. Nothing is one-sided like it used to feel. I know when George runs his fingers through my hair the feeling isn't fake. He doesn't hug me and kiss me and hold my hands because it's fun. Love is clarity, isn't it? Not just that either, a glass door leading into your very own paradise. You can open it if it feels right, and walk away if you're too scared. Maybe someday I'll get the courage to open the door and plunge face-first into that paradise.

A/N: Sorry mates, my writings getting real psychological lately. TOT It's fine.