november rain // dreamnotfound

four

"Quackity. I need you."

"What's wrong?"

"Too many things."

"I'm literally at a shoot right now, but I'm speeding over the second it's over, okay?"

"Okay, thanks."

"Bye asshole!"

"Bye," George said with a sigh as he hung up. He had just gotten home from his date with Dream, and he had never been so frustrated.

It felt like he was in the path of a hurricane with his feet plastered to the ground. He was literally contractually obligated to be nice to Dream, but his brain was shouting at him to do the opposite. He knew that the blond was trying, but it was simply in his nature to be nasty. George knew it was wrong, but people are assholes and he learned shortly after his rise to fame that being an asshole back was better than getting hurt.

He had only known Dream for a week, after all. George didn't owe him anything. Except that he did...

George didn't really feel bad for leaving Dream today, because if he had to go talk to Karl and.. what was his name? Snapmap? After that horribly awkward date, he would probably swerve off the road on the way home. He couldn't deal with their fake sympathy and disappointed looks right now. He knew that Karl had his best interests at heart and he really did love his manager, but sometimes he just wanted to forget about his problems that Karl constantly reminded him of.

He needed to talk about his problems with Quackity, because unlike Karl he would be thinking of George's sanity and not his public image. George was torn between trying to accept the inevitable and giving in to Dream's niceness, or keeping his guard up until further notice.

After a couple hours Quackity finally showed up at his door, with food and a worried look on his face.

"Hey Q. What's with the food?"

"I figured you needed it. I saw the news man, that's rough."

George frowned. "What's rough?"

Quackity's eyes widened as he set the food on the coffee table and pulled up something on his phone, handing it to George without a word. George's frown deepened as he saw the article.

DREAM'S REBOUND = HOLLYWOOD'S TRAINWRECK?

Famous model Dream Johnson was seen today at a cafe with none other than George Davidson?! Everyone is shocked at the combination of the two, because nothing adds up here! George, known for his risque behavior and his loud and unconventional lifestyle, is now seemingly with Johnson, the polite and quiet Golden Boy of the modeling industry. Photos were captured of them holding hands and talking animatedly over brunch, an unlikely image that nobody expected! Is this Dream's way of announcing that he is over his ex-boyfriend Fundy, or is the fact that his wedding was a couple of weeks ago merely a coincidence? Or is this George's way of showing the world that he is finally maturing and settling down? Everyone is very excited to see where this will go, and we will be on high alert for updates! Stay tuned!

"This is horrible.." George muttered as he finished reading the article. Quackity threw the phone onto the couch and wrapped George in a hug as George just stood there shocked.

"I knew this was a bad idea. Comparing me to him... I look like a piece of shit Q!"

"No you don't Gogs, the gossip articles always exaggerate everything. And I know it sucks but this honestly will probably make your managers happy."

"I don't fucking care if my managers are happy, I care that everyone in the world is looking at me right now and thinking 'damn, that asshole doesn't deserve Dream Johnson, the Golden Boy of the modeling industry!'"

"Since when have you cared what they think?"

"It's just frustrating. This feels like an uphill battle that I'm losing already."

"Oh, fuck them. You have me, you have Karl, who else do you need? And maybe soon you can have Dream too, yeah?"

"Yeah, except for the fact that my brain is telling me that everything we do is fake and that I should hate him."

Should I hate him though?

"You look nice today, George." Dream told him, a seemingly sincere smile on his face.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dream asked him, grabbing his hand and bringing George out of his thoughts. His hands were warm and perfect. Of course they were.

Dream face lit up with a smile as George agreed to go to his event, reaching out to him almost instinctively. It was cute.

"I know it's hard George, but I think if you try to at least get along with him it'll be a lot better for you, him, and everyone else." Quackity said as they sat down on the couch, both silently agreeing to find a movie to watch.

"Okay. You know what? I'm going to try to be nice. It'll be weird, but you're right. It'll make me happier."

"Yay! I have a good feeling about it. George, did you know I met Dream once?"

"And you didn't tell me?! When?"

"Yeah I didn't tell you because it was so fucking embarrassing. It was in the bathroom. At the fucking met gala like three years ago"

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm dead serious George. And I swore to take this story to the grave but for you I will tell it."

"Oh my god. What did you say to him?"

"Hey."

"Hey? That's it?"

"Yeah.. we were in the bathroom George!"

"That is so fucking funny!" George said, laughing his ass off.

"It is not funny. It was extremely awkward."

"I'm telling that story at your wedding."

"More like I'm telling it at yours! How did I meet George's husband? It was years ago in the Met Gala bathroom..."

"Shut up asshole!" George said, punching Quackity in the arm.

"Hey, all I'm saying is it would be funny-"

"No. Don't put that image in my mind. This conversation is over, and we are watching the movie now." George declared, turning on the movie.

Quackity was quiet after that, and they enjoyed the movies in comfortable silence until about halfway through the movie when George got a text from... Dream?

Dream

hey George hope ur doing ok.

George

How did you get my number

Dream

Karl duh. anyways would u like to come over tomorrow

for dinner? just us :)

George

why?

Dream

bc I want to get to know you and obviously somewhere

public is not the place to do it. you dont have to but I hope

you'll come, it'll be nice

George

alright i'm in, what time?

Dream

yay! let's say 7 ;)