The Audition (dreamnotfound)

Deja vu

A/N im sorry this took so long and the chapters might take a long time to come out with school coming up but I will try my best to get chapters out within a month:) 

   "It's about him being ready for me."

   Sometimes, those funny feelings you get inside of your chest are butterflies, just waiting to be set free by a kiss. Other times, though, that same funny feeling turns into a seed of doubt, which can lead to more destruction than beauty. 

   But you can't live life to the absolute peak if you don't face your fears.

   So that shred of anxiety just seeping into the back of George's mind won't ever reach its full potential. Mostly because he can't be bothered to listen to that voice, but also because he cares about Dream too much to let any sort of doubt get to him.

   George was tired of being the passenger in his own car; he was going to take the wheel.

   Even if it costed him everything.

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   A knock on the door, to say the least, surprised Dream. He doesn't get guests unless they are planned visits, so this was strange; and worrying.

   He opened the door to see a familiar brunette standing with his arms crossed, his head down, almost as if he was contemplating doing something. 

   "George?"

   "I'm tired of waiting to figure out every little detail of my life. This is the day where I take control of my own damn metaphorical car and DRIVE. I'm exhausted of being the fucking passenger and letting everyone around me control what happens. This is MY life, not theirs." George stated with determination in his voice, looking the blond straight in the eyes.

   "That's great, George! But what does this have to do with me..?" Dream asked with curiosity spreading throughout his body, while confusion also struck his core. 

   "This." 

   Just like that, the brunette grabbed Clay's waist and pushed their lips together, Dream's eyes opening in shock. Mere days, MAYBE weeks ago, George wasn't even close to being ready for a relationship. Now he was kissing him? It didn't add up... something was off, and as much as he wanted that kiss to mean something, and basically was on his knees begging George to be ready for a relationship, the time wasn't right; not now, not yet.

   "Woah, George," Dream pushed George away, both of their cheeks flushed from embarrassment. 

   "I- I'm so sorry," the brunette whispered, beginning to turn around and broke into a sprint, obviously regretting his decision.

   "George, wait!" Dream yelled out to try and catch the other's attention, but to no avail. George was already gone and around a corner, and he could see that the boy had no intention of stopping. 

   "FUCK!" The brunette screamed, his voice echoing as he ran around the corner, tears forming in his eyes that looked like chocolate pools. His rushed plan that he thought would just work didn't even come CLOSE to the result he wanted. To be honest, George didn't even know if he wanted to get back together with Dream at all, let alone at that exact moment; the rejection still hurt like hell though. 

   Deja vu struck down like lightning onto him. The day that the blond laid it all on the line and confessed his love, leading to an all out run from the brunette as if his life was on the line. He then turned a corner and sat alone, contemplating on what to do next; just like now.

   It was the same situation, yet also the complete opposite. The roles were reversed, yet the outcome was the same; George ran and Dream stayed. The most worrying part of that whole thing was that these situations would always occur until the day they died, so a relationship would never work.

   That stung. A lot.

   Yet, although that whole problem had just happened, tears didn't seem to fall this time. It was almost relieving to the brunette in a sense. It made him realize that he was not ready right now, and it also made him see that Dream truly cared about him, and not just himself.

   But the world works in mysterious ways, and emotions are much more complicated than a simple black and white picture. There are various colors in a variety of places, but sometimes those blends of hues and tints end up being uglier than before. While those feelings swirl around to form an internal tornado, it's hard to control who survives the storm; nearly impossible.

   Yet, throughout everything, there will always be a lighthouse guiding you to the right path. It could be an object, an animal, or even a specific person. George's lighthouse has always been, and always will be, Dream. Even with the heartbreaks, they have always managed to figure it out. Sometimes, lights break, but they will always be fixed in the end.

   Even if that means getting a new lightbulb.

(830 words)

A/N im so sorry for the EXTREMELY short chapter but the ending just fit perfectly and yeah lol a lot of metaphors in this chapter so make sure to like act like you are in English class and analyze them because in the future they'll come right back:) anyways love you guys<3 please drink some water and eat something if you haven't already and take care of yourself because you deserve it!!:]