Rules were made to be broken ~ A DNF story

Chapter 3

“Okay…..guess now.” George heard Dream say whilst his eyes were closed. The sun shone that early afternoon on the two of them, brightly and with more warmth than the day before, as if it were competing with the playful rays they emanated as they played their game. Cautiously, George tried to peek an eye open to catch a glimpse at the number of fingers Dream had up on his hands.

“Hey, no cheating!” Dream laughed as he quickly pushed George’s hands over his eyes, making him fall back a bit.

“I can’t help it, I’m scared I’m gonna get it wrong!” George protested, a grin very much audible in his words.

“Don’t think too much of it; we’re only playing a game George.”

“Yeah but I wanna win!” George shouted, causing Dream to wheeze at his childish behaviour.

“Whoa, why so competitive?” he said through his chuckles. Eventually, silence settled down between the two of them again as the dirty blonde waited for his friend to guess the number of fingers he held up. The atmosphere was unnecessarily tense, and Dream had to hold back his laughter to break the suspense. George seemed to genuinely want to win their simple game and he found it incredibly amusing.

Dream rolled his eyes. “Come on George.”

“Okay, okay. Um… four.” Dream’s jaw dropped.

“Did I get it right?” George asked excitedly and removed his hands from his eyes. The first thing he saw was Dream’s silent, open-mouthed smile and raised eyebrows, but before he was about to ask what was wrong, his gaze flicked down to the four fingers held up in front of him and laughter erupted from him like lava from a volcano.

Rolling around in the grass, George clutched his stomach as he laughed, whilst Dream remained completely shocked that the boy had managed to guess all seven attempts correct every time.

“No way!” George shouted through elated chortles, Dream merely mouthing ‘what the fuck’ in response.

“God, I am just too good,” the brit sighed and smirked to his dirty blond buddy, who rolled his eyes.

“How?!” he exclaimed through a wheeze he was unable to contain. “How are you so good at this??”

“I don’t even know!” George continued laughing with Dream, their laughs echoing across the fields. “I just got the gift I guess.” He looked off to the road, whilst Dream stayed gazing at George when he turned away, appreciating his features.

It almost shocked the boy how gorgeous he looked from the side. His sharp jawline was enough to make him attractive enough, but George being George, he just had to be more. And the coincidentally perfect lighting from the sun didn’t help.

Smiling softly, George sighed and closed his eyes when the wind picked up a little, cooling both boys from the summer heat. Dream had to hold himself up from literally falling for George at the sight of him being so at peace in that moment. He just couldn’t understand how one person could be so bloody breathtaking.

Turning his head, George caught Dream staring, but the dirty blond dared to not look away.

“What?” George asked quietly. Dream blinked.

“Nothing,” he responded with a sheepish smile, finally averting his eyes.

The two sat together in comfortable silence in the park, watching either the cars driving by or the clouds moving ever so slowly in the empty, hazy sky. Usually, George would be uncomfortable sitting in silence with someone, even if it was a friend. Constantly, he always felt like he would need to say something because whenever it was completely quiet, he felt uneasy. However, with Dream, it was different. So much different.

Silence was genuinely a comfortable atmosphere with him. And George actually liked it. He wondered if Dream thought the same, and a feeling deep inside him secretly hoped that he did.

“Hey George,” Dream said softly, turning to face the brit, who hummed in response and looked his way. “Wanna come to the mall with me?”

“What?”

“You heard me. Let’s go to the mall, have some fun.”

“Just… just the two of us?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re the only one here so you’re the only one I invited,” Dream smiled. “Unless, you want to invite someone else…”

“No, no. I just want it to be the two of us,” George trailed off shyly and looked away. But in doing so missed the widening excited smile on Dream’s lips. “When were you thinking?”

“Tomorrow,” Dream replied, but instantly changed his mood when he realised that George’s enthusiasm didn’t match his own. “Only if you’re okay with that though.”

George just nodded.

“George, you don’t have to come if you don’t-”

“No I do! I do want to come. I’m just nervous, I guess.”

“Nervous? Why?”

“I’ve, um, never really gone out by myself before,” George admitted bashfully, rubbing his hands together and avoiding eye contact.

“Really? Your parents don’t let you?” Dream asked and his friend shook his head.

“They’re very strict and picky with who I hang around with. But all my old friends moved away and so I’ve just been alone for two years. And with no one to hang out with, I’m not allowed to go to places by myself.”

There was silence for a second between them.

“They’re picky like a toddler with their food” Dream joked, hoping it would make his friend laugh too, which it thankfully did.

“Yeah.”

Dream studied George’s expressions during the minute there was quiet between them again. He could see that George was frustrated with how controlling his parents were of him from the way his hands were unable to stop rubbing together and that he was conflicted on what to do because he didn’t want to disobey his parents, though at the same time he did.

“I can see you want to defy them though,” Dream stated with a small smirk. George turned to him abruptly.

“What, no. They’re my parents; I could never-”

“Sure you can! It’s easy, I do it all the time.” Dream relaxed as he raised a knee to rest his arm on, contrasting George’s sitting position as he crossed his legs and kept his hands in his lap.

“How? Don’t you feel guilty when you do?”

Dream’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought about his answer. He wanted to respond truthfully to George, since it was clear that he had never done this sort of thing before. “Well I mean, at first, yeah. There was a small pit in my stomach whenever I bent the rules, and honestly it’s still there today. But…I guess, the more I did, the less wrong it felt and as I got older the feeling kind of just…wore away. But it never left. I just learned how to ignore it.”

George nodded and looked down at the grass, thinking about what Dream had said. He couldn’t lie to himself; he really did want to break away from his parents’ rules and he did find it exhausting having to always stay in line. But was it worth the risk? He glanced at the dirty blond before him and suddenly all his sense of obedience vanished. He wanted to be around Dream as much as he could. One day couldn’t hurt.

“Alright. I’ll go with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ll just have to figure out a way to get past my parents first,” George laughed softly, lightening the mood.

“Good luck with that,” Dream smiled, gently patting his friend on the back.

“Thanks. I’ll need it.”

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A/N: Ooh, what's going to happen? Keep reading to find out ;)

A word of warning tho, it isn't one to enjoy