So you think you're bold huh?

Stupid

A/N: I just want to mention how amazing all of you are. Like there is not an ounce of negativity towards this book or anyone reading it. I mean all of you are so accepting and welcoming. I just thought I'd like for real congratulate y'all on that. It isn't easy being a person, especially when the world you were made for is against you. I've found that a lot of people in this community would understand what I mean when I say that. So, if you do get it, and you're still amidst the many amazing people reading this and interacting with people in such amazing and light-hearted ways, then go you. A lot of people overlook how lucky they are to have the chance to interact with such an amazing community of people, and it's meant the world that this book has allowed me to reach out to people like all of you- and give me that opportunity. But the last thing I want to do with that opportunity is bring negativity into it, or to just let the moment pass by when in reality I'm insanely lucky to have an audience like all of you. Anyway, keep being awesome because the world needs your touch to it<3

George's POV:

"Clay? Who's at the door?" I pulled out of the hug, even though it hurt so bad to pull away to from him. "It's...George," he started, not even taking his eyes off me. I wiped my eyes quickly and took a deep breath, looking down at the floor to avoid eye contact with him. Dream's mom walked up behind him and got a look at me, immediately gasping and rushing out to comfort me. "Sweetie, are you alright? My dear, you look petrified, come on in, DRISTA! MAKE UP SOME COCOA!" She hurried over and saw me, then immediately hurried back into the kitchen to make me hot chocolate. To be honest, I think if I tried to stomach anything right now I'd throw it right back up.

Dream's mom hurried me inside, his dad looking at us with a skeptical-looking glare on his face. I shuddered, the man honestly terrified me. He hardly even smiled on Christmas. I mean, who doesn't smile on Christmas. I sat on the couch next to Dream and curled into a ball, leaning up against his side, not even caring if his parents got suspicious.

"So, what happened...if you want to talk about it...?" Dream asked while his parents argued behind us. "Here," Drista handed me a warm mug with sweet-smelling steam rising out of it. The scars showing on her arm that I've noticed she always tries to hide. I smiled up at her with a nod, so she set the mug on the coffee table in front of us. "One of my teachers told my parents about what happened at school, so they came home early. My dad kind of kicked me out," Drista clenched her fists and stared down at the floor. The air in this house wasn't as comfortable as it always used to feel, which made my skin itch. "Oh...You can stay with us! Right, mom??" Dream turned towards his parents, but they seemed occupied with their own conversation. "Mom!" Drista shouted, gaining her attention. "Yes, sweetie?" She asked, her voice seeming unaware and frustrated. "George, can he stay here?" She glared at Dream before sympathetically looking at me and Drista. "Why? Did something happen?"

I put my hand on Dream's shoulder, feeling myself want to shake again. "I'll talk to you about it later, okay?" Dream told her, giving her a glance that looked almost like a threat. It gave me the heebie-jeebies. She nodded. Jeez, did everyone in this house communicate with their eyes? It was like they all had this secret language that I wasn't a part of. I noticed it before, but things didn't seem this tense before when I was here.

"You can stay here for the night, of course, you can. But I'll need more information in the morning, or else I don't know what I'm committing to, plus, I'll need the go-ahead from your parents, and I'll need to talk to Clay's dad about it, okay?" I nodded hesitantly, the motioned towards Dream's room, so he nodded and got up, holding his hand to help me up. I got up and followed him down the hall, Drista tried to follow us, but Dream gave her a look so she nodded and stayed frozen at the end of the hallway.

As soon as his bedroom door was shut and locked, he pulled me into a massive hug, the tears pouring out all over again. "I-I'm sorry!" I cried out, squeezing him tighter. "For what!?!" He asked, and held me at arm's length, looking at me in the eyes. "I got your shirt all snotty and wet," I mumbled and looked at the top of his shirt. He glanced down and laughed a little, then tore the shirt off and slipped a hoodie on, which he found somewhere on his dirty floor. "Come here, we should talk, hm?" He said while laying down in his bed and holding his hands out for me.

I frowned and joined him on the bed, snuggling up to him and shutting my eyes so I didn't have to see the world. "You okay?" I nodded softly, knowing damn well that wasn't true. Dream knew too, but he didn't say anything about it. "If my parents don't let you stay, promise me you'll go to Niki or something?" I laughed a little and looked up at him. "If your parents don't let me stay then I'll live in your closet and they won't know about it," he smirked and kissed me, then sat up and turned to face me. "Talk to me." I nodded, I knew he'd want to talk about it, obviously, and it isn't like I don't trust him or anything, it's just hard to fathom right now.

"It's funny because I was thinking so much about how far I've come today, you know? Like about you, and how I've like...found myself? I don't know, it doesn't make sense to me. When I wasn't myself, everyone loved me. But when I am...my dads yelling at me and my mom won't even look at me." I didn't want to tell him that my dad hit me, that's too much to talk about for...a while.

"Life often happens faster than it lets on," he told me and laid down, resting his head down on on the edge of his mattress. "Yeah...that's shit!" I shouted and stood up quickly. "Want to sneak out??" I asked impulsively. He smirked. "Really?" I shrugged with a laugh, "it isn't like my parents will be mad when they realize I'm not home," he cringed, "am I allowed to laugh at that?" I cringed too. "Please do, or I might actually cry," Dream laughed and pulled me in for a hug, then grabbed me a jacket and wiped the leftover evidence of my shattered heart off of my cheeks, and pulled me towards the window. "Ah yes, the window," he laughed with a nod and slipped out, then grabbed my waist and pulled me out too. It was just like the first time I climbed out of this window, only this time I didn't cringe when his hands touched my waist.

I opened the door to his car quickly and hopped inside, then glanced over to Dream, who was struggling to buckle his seat belt. "Alright! Where to?" He asked after finally getting situated. "Hmm...we can go to the cafe, then we can watch a movie, and after that, we'll go to the beach," he smiled. "I've been meaning to redye my hair anyway, so we should go to Schlatt and Fundys, plus I want a smiley tattoo, like yours," I blushed and nodded quickly. "Let's do it, then," I replied after a while and grabbed his charger and plugged my phone in. The first song that started playing on my playlist was, 'Stupid' by Waterparks. 

"OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS SONG!" Dream shouted. Of course, he did, he's a total whore for pop-punk. "I'M COLOR-CODING MY MOODS!" He shouted along with the song. "YOU'RE YELLOW I'M NATURAL BLUE!" I continued. "LET'S GET TOGETHER AND BE GREEN LIKE MY INSIDES!" He shouted even louder. "AT LEAST I'LL MATCH YOUR EYES!" I looked over at his eyes. They're pretty. He's the type of guy you look at and immediately see his eyes. They're so strong and bold, but sweet and emotional on the inside. "You know I'm stupid for you..." I said along with the chorus, almost whispering it to myself. I am stupid for you Dream.

A/N: BRO- I actually just love that song, and I didn't realize how perfect the lyrics were for the book until after I wrote that paragraph out. And the way George said, "You're yellow I'm natural blue" and now I'm going to cry about it. Bro fuck heatwaves go listen to Stupid by Waterparks ToT. (Just kidding heatwaves is a work of art and way better than my book:'D) 

ALSO THANKS FOR 50.K