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George blinked a few times, his

vision clearing.

"Hi." Dream says his head hovering

over George's, blocking the light.


George's eyes widen as he lets out

a surprised shriek.


"What the hell is wrong with you?!"


"Urm I wanted to apologize." He says

slowly, his gaze shifting elsewhere.


"And this was the time to do so? How

long have I been out?"

Dream says one day.

That was 24 hours that George had

been passed out for.


"Who knows about this?"


"The whole school. They did an

assembly on it." Dream says hesitantly.


George tells Dream to leave, he didn't want

to hear dream's stupid morning voice.

He didn't want to see Dream's stupid face that

made his stomach feel funny.

He didn't want to remember how much Dream

hurt him.


Dream tries to apologize. He tries, but George

just glares at him, with his pretty glare and

points at the door.


Dream, obviously, ignores this and chooses

To sit on a chair instead.


"Are you okay George?"


"Yes of course I'm doing great, it's not like I'm

lying in a hospital bed!" He spits, his voice coated

in sarcasm.


Dream looks hurt, and George feels bad, but he hates

this feeling.


George hates this feeling of being in love.



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