The Gray Line (mostly dnf)

more than that

George found himself at Blake's front door only a couple minutes after he bid goodbye with the Dream Team.

'Am I overreacting?' The brunet could only sigh to himself, hoping that being there wouldn't be too much. Soon enough, he plucked up the remaining courage he had, and knocked.

"George? I- Ho- What're you doing here?" The olive skinned man had his mouth slightly agape, immediately realizing it's rude and ushered the boy in. "I was just concerned because... well... uh" George trailed off, now realizing that he may be a tad bit overreacting. The latter looked up to see gratitude in the other's eyes. "Well, uh, thank you for coming, really" The darker male smiled and right then and there, the heterochromia eyed boy swore butterflies were turning his stomach into a mosh pit.

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call me? :)

Hey George i was just wondering if you had time to talk?

sorry if i'm bothering you but uh

message was unsent

message was unsent

message was unsent

message was unsent

sent 6:15pm

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The two boys hung out on the couch, with hours speeding by like seconds. Soon enough, it was 1 am. They didn't really care until George remembered that he should be home doing some coding and try this old video game Dream recommended. 'weeeell, it wouldn't hurt to hang a bit longer' he thought, and that was the end of the internal argument George had with himself.

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Georgie <3

woah wait are you okay?

hey sorry i wasn't able to talk

do you still need to rant? or just let it out?

hellooooooooooooo

sent 8:36 pm

blake?

read 8:59 pm

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Blake laughed, the little dimple near his right eye showing. George let in all sink in. 

The stormy gray eyes that always held some sort of hesitance, the way his dyed hair was slowly fading in color, his body language. He looked ethereal, like a minor greek god blending in with the mortal world.

'kind of like Dream' a small voice in the brit's head noted. it was said in a specific way where you know the owner of the voice was smiling.

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💭dré💭

hey you alright??

sent 9:10 pm

it's just you left in a hurry

and i was wondering what happened

of course, you don't have to say anything about it

if it's personal i'm sorry for intruding

read 9:12 pm

gEoReG

hey i'm good chill

it was just Blake needed help

sent 9:15 pm

💭dré💭

oh wow you drop everything for blake but you didn't even think

about giving me your number until two weeks after

we met

sent 9:16 pm

heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don't know 🤔

what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍ ️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it's my fault 😢

it's my fault 🤦🏻‍♂️i wear my heart ️ on my sleeve 💪

i think it's best 👍🏻 I put my heart ️ on ice 🧊

read 9:20 pm

gEoReG

i don't get how you just cOnVeNiEnTlY

have a shit ton of copy pastas oN hAnD

sent 9:21 pm

💭dré💭

anything for you bb 😩🤧😘

read 9:22 pm

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"Whatchu smiling at?" Blake's smile slowly faded as George gave his attention back to the boy in front of him. The latter then notices the smaller things. 

The way Blake's left eyebrow twitched downward, how his eyes were puffy and kind of red, how his demeanor changed in just a split second.

"Oh it's nothing, just a friend asking if i were okay" The brunet shifted on his seat semi-uncomfortably, "He does this thing where he spams copy pastas and it's stupid idiotic and-" He trailed off, noticing he was ranting. 

Blake seemed to falter for a moment before chuckling, "Sounds like a headache"

He said it in a way that George didn't know if he was joking or not. He hoped it was the former.

"He can be sometimes" The heterochromia eyed boy laughed, "We may not have been friends for long but it feels like i've known him for years" The darker skinned male hummed,

 "Good for you then" He smiled, which George returned in half a heartbeat.

The conversation made the tension in the room thicker than it needed to be, and the brit felt the need to go back home.

"Wanna play Call of Duty? Bet I'll beat your ass at it" Blake offered after a short few minutes of silence.

George managed a smile, "Well it wouldn't hurt, especially since I'd see your face as I hand your ass back to you" George dared the former, which he feels he manifested from a familiar blonde.