So you think you're bold huh?

Movie

A/N: I've had a r o u g h few days but I'm managing folks:D

Dream's POV:

I feel like I did something wrong but I don't know what I did. Okay, I definitely did something wrong, but my ego is fighting against that confession really fucking hard. I'm trying though. I grabbed his hand, which he took easily. I hoped that was a good thing, and I think it is.

"Hey, let's go to a movie," I asked George. He nodded with a sigh. "We can see that new superhero movie, you know the one on all the cardboard cutout things at the COCO?" I told him and took a bite of my muffin. "Alright...hey Dream," I looked up, gesturing for him to talk. "I'm sorry..." he mumbled. "For what??" I asked quickly, even though I'm fairly certain I know what he was apologizing about. He didn't respond, so I did. "You don't have to apologize," I said after a while. "I know that idiot, but I should," I smiled a little, knowing he wasn't brooding in resent and anger anymore. "Yeah?" He nodded, so I smirked. "I'm sorry too. It's just hard when your favorite people don't get along," he laughed a little. "I'll only forgive you if I'm your favorite out of them," I smiled and kissed his nose. "Obviously." It was a joke and I knew it was. George would never seriously make me choose between him and anyone. Or maybe he would, I don't know. The answers always going to be him either way.

"So, movie today?" George nodded, but he still seemed a bit glum. I didn't want to bring it up though because I felt bad for making him upset in the first place.

~Time skip~

George's POV:

"Hey, I'm going to use the restroom," I whispered to Dream in the middle of the movie. He seemed super into it, but honestly, it was way too violent for me. I usually like action stuff like this, but I don't know, something about this movie was really... off-putting. He nodded, so I stood up and left the theater, crouching down to not block anyone's view.

I didn't intend to actually go to the restroom, but once I left the theater I found myself there anyway. No one was in there and the room oddly smelled like grape juice and red vines. It was a sweet smell, but unexpected. I lingered in front of the sink, staring at myself in the large spotless mirror. I looked like I always do, even though I felt so different. Sometimes I struggle to realize which part of me is reality, and which part of me is all fake. Maybe I'm dreaming, and ill wake up tomorrow thinking, "Man that was a weird-ass dream," then I'll get up and go back to school to my boring old life. Living like I always did and not knowing any different.

Now that I've met Dream it seems like my old life is miles away. Like I've left the stratosphere and aren't even close to touching who I used to be. Dream is out worldly, that's for sure. It isn't a bad thing either, like a celestial paradise I guess. But sometimes I worry if I keep telling myself that, Dream won't ever feel real like I want him to.

I washed my hands, even though I didn't even go to the bathroom, then dried them on my shorts and stared back up at myself. If someone I didn't know saw me out in public, they'd see an average-sized guy with a sports t-shirt and sweat shorts. My converse aren't worn out at all, and my clothes are neat and clean. The watch on my wrist is expensive, and the keys to my car are things a lot of people never get to own. I'm just George. Rich George, popular George, athletic George, smart George. Whatever 'George' you see me as you'll always be blind to the one I see in myself.

I wonder what kind of George Dream sees me as. Am I all of them to him, or a completely new George I haven't even met?

When people look at me they don't see gay.

I cringed at that thought. Do I want people to see that in me?

"I know who you are, George. And I hate you." I said to myself in a soft voice and left the bathroom quickly, the door slowly shutting behind me.

I wandered around the theater before leaving through the sliding doors. It was starting to cool down, but it was still wet and warm in the air. I hated the heat so much, it's like a stinky disease. I turned the corner a little a took in the nice breeze, even if it was humid and warm out. I was just thankful autumn was coming, and you could feel it in the air too. I saw a familiar silhouette crouched down in front of an Italian restaurant. Dream and I were thinking of going there to eat after the movie. I hurried over because I knew right away that it was Nick. He was definitely crying.

"Hey! Are you okay??" I asked quickly. He flinched and looked up at me, wiping his eyes quickly. "Yeah, aren't you supposed to be with Dream??" He asked, trying to change the subject. "Yeah I just stepped out of the movie for a second," he nodded and stayed crouched down in front of the restaurant. I stood there with my hands in my pockets for a while, he hardly even paid attention to me.

"Hey, um, do you remember when you came over to my house and you asked if Dream hated you?" He looked up at me and nodded while laughing a little. "He'd never hate you. Even if he wanted to," He looked up at me without saying anything. "Thanks...for telling me that," I nodded. "I'd never be able to hate him either, even if he hated me," I smiled softly and sat down next to him with my back against the dirty restaurant wall.

"Do you not like me or something??" I asked boldly, not expecting myself to, but as soon as I did I had to commit to it. "No, you're just...Dream's boyfriend," I gave him a weird look. "What do you mean?" He shrugged. "I mean, for the longest time Dream's just been, Dream. He's the type of guy you can count on to hang out with, and if you're bummed out he'll be there for you. He's just always there. I've never liked any of his girlfriends, and he hardly even liked them either, but now that he has a boyfriend that I know he really likes...it's hard I guess. He isn't, Dream anymore. He's Dream and George." I sighed and leaned my head up against the wall.

"Sorry." I mumbled under my breath, "If I'm being honest, dating Dream has been one of the hardest things I've ever done. But I stay with him because I know that deep down I do love him. And not dating him would be even harder." Nick looked over at me sympathetically. "Yeah, it's hard when the world is against the way you love," I nodded. "Yup..."

"Hey George, you're pretty cool. I mean you're not at shitty as I thought you were," I smiled and nudged his shoulder. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," he started laughing, so I did too. "You're cool too," I said after a while, then stood up and held my hand out for him to grab. He smiled before grabbing it and pulling himself up. "Go back into the movie, for Dream," I laughed a little and nodded. "Go back into the restaurant, for them," I gestured towards a table inside the restaurant where Quackity and Karl were sitting, since you could see them through the window. He nodded with a somber smile, then headed in without another word.

A/N: Alas the Dream team is formed:)