Just a little crush

Salty breeze...

Apologizing beforehand for grammar errors, i'm writing in a buss. Yeah, just for your entertainment.

Both George and Dream had finished getting ready and were deciding what to do for the day. Dream had actually a lot of great ideas but George continued to zone out.

Dream grabbed his hand firmly.

"George, are you ok?"

George realized he'd zoned out and turned his head back in Dreams direction.

"Yeah, just tired."

The truth was that George had a lot on his mind. What would he do when his parents found out? They would only be gone for two weeks.

Dream broke off Georges thoughts by giving him a peck on the cheek.

"If you say so."

George only smiled behind his blush, squeezing Dreams hand gently.

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Time had passed and they both agreed to go to the beach. It was sunny outside, despite it always raining in England.

George could hear Dreams footsteps as he ran around upstairs looking for things to pack.

After a couple of minutes he came jogging down the stairs with a bag over his left shoulder and a bright smile on his face.

George couldn't help but chuckle at his dorky smile, before packing the rest of the stuff in his own bag.

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The clock was now 5:30pm and people had started leaving the beach. Which was a relief for George, then they could have the beach for themselves.

They found a nice spot at the edge of the now mostly empty beach. The sun was almost down which gave Georges pale skin an almost angel like glimt to it.

Before George knew it Dream was already halfway out in the waves. The salty water reaching his knees.

Throwing his t-shirt off George sprinted towards Dream. George didn't really mind the cold temperatur the water gave him, Dream didn't seem to mind either.

Dream reached his tan arms out towards Georges hooking them around his waist.

Georges red cheeks was now more visible than ever through his wet pale face. 

"Beautiful."

The word was almost like a whisper but Dream could still hear it very clearly.

This was the first time George had given him a compliment. He usually didn't show his feelings that often, rather locking them away.

Dream felt the warmt in his chest rise. He grabbed a hold of Georges legs as well lifting them around his waist.

He'd never more safe with someone. And he never thought he would until he met him. George, the boy who now belonged to Dream. And Dream only

Proud, that's all. I'm proud i could write this on a buss. Swag :) (438 words)