everlasting || dnf

2.2

school started about a week ago, the stress already piling onto george. niki was the headmasters daughter, therefore being able to get them roomed with whomever they pleased. wilbur went and roomed with a member of his band, apologizing profusely to george and offering to switch around if need be- even when george assured him it was okay.

dream and george had roomed themselves together, george feigning annoyance at it though he was quite happy with the person he was with.

the dorm rooms weren't too big, a small bathroom and a two beds on either side of the room. a small closet on both sides for their belongings and few kitchen supplies; the lot of it needed to be provided their selves. 

"stop pushing me idiot." dream huffed in a joking tone, placing some of his belongings on his bedside table.

"i don't think i will, actually." george retorted, bumping dream with his hip.

"i'm so going to regret rooming with you."

"i'll make sure of it." george smiled cheerfully, sending a playful wink dreams way before going to set up his own things.

the two of them meaninglessly bickered throughout the day seeing as it became normal behavior for the two of them. their friendship had blossomed into something a bit more close.

the two of them would always opt to cuddle up with each other when watching a movie, excusing it with being 'cold' almost every time. dream would catch george stealing glances at him and proceeded to tease him for how red he got when caught.

they had few classes together , only being in the same math class seeing as george was majoring in photography and dream was majoring in art and design. though, sometimes their classes would clash accidentally- dream would be outside working on a piece and george would be out snapping photos of some butterfly that happened to land on the prettiest flower in the schools garden.

dream opted to work outside rather than inside, saying the natural white noise helped him focus on whatever project he was working on at the time. the project he was working on at this minute, was no one other than george.

they had skipped out on having dinner and decided to head to the library after dream found out how passionate george was about reading. he had told him all about it the morning of- how when he was trapped at his own house he would get lost in some random book off his shelf; he lost himself in a world that was far better than his own.

george was sitting across from dream, his eyes moving along on every word written on the delicate paper. a slight smile would come to rest on his face at the mention of his favorite side character or when something fond or lovingly had come about.

george was always a hopeless romantic.

dream, on the other hand, hated reading. he used to absolutely adore it but quickly grew out of it when he got into his high school years. that's why he decided to draw george in his element, lost in a completely different reality than their own. dream understood the appeal and understood the feeling, as he got the same serenity from painting.

slender fingers flipped through the pages of the old book, a pencil ran a soft line down the pages of dreams sketchbook. maybe george knew what he was doing, maybe not; but he looked perfect either way. he had almost hoped george didn't know what he was doing, hoped he wasn't trying to look perfect for him because all the stars in the sky above knew he never needed to try.

dream admired in silence, finally coming to some sort of conclusion that; yes, he liked george.

how could he not? he had offered him an escape when he was forced to have none, gave him a safe haven; a reason to keep trying. dream was on an edge and george pulled him back into the warm, comforting bliss he never knew he had.