my best friends roommate.

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treating my memory of you like a fire. 

12:30 a.m.

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sapnap: can i talk to you?

dream: like... over text?

sapnap: yeah that's fine, is george near you?

dream: no he's on the opposite end of the couch from me, sleeping, why?

sapnap: i don't want him to see this, i'm concerned dream.

dream: you're scaring me. about what?

sapnap: you. george. are you leading him on or something?

dream: dude. why would you ask me that? i'm your best friend.

sapnap: i know you are, which is why i can be so blunt with you about this type of shit.

dream: touché. no i'm not using him or leading him on, those days are over dude. i'm done with that.

sapnap: good. if you ever thought about leading him on though this friendship is over.

dream: good thing i won't ever do/think about it, lmao.

sapnap: i love you, i'm just worried. your past and shit doesn't make you who you are now but i'm worried you're still that person, yk?

dream: can i be honest with you.

sapnap: always

dream: i only lead on all those girls because i'm into guys.

sapnap: that doesn't excuse it but i guess that explains it, whyd you hide this from me?

dream: i was scared.

sapnap: of?

dream: my family mostly and our friend group kinda fell apart after you came out so i didn't want you to leave me too. even tho you're fruity yourself LMAO.

sapnap: you're so weird dude

dream: tell me you love me

sapnap: i love you and i support you.

sapnap: wait does this mean you have the hots for george

dream: =)

sapnap: do you?????

dream: night bestie

dream isnt mad that sapnap asked him if he was leading george on, if anything it finally gave him the opportunity to come out to him, sapnap knew dream was somewhat into men but not fully. dream only ever dated blonde bimbos who had no other personality traits rather than being stupid and somewhat attractive. all of them were the same so dream treated them all the same, one after another, flirting no matter who he was "official" with; honestly it was kinda his sick way of coping with being gay. he knows that his family probably wouldn't accept him, his dad less than his mom but at this point he's a big boy with his own friends, his own money and his own sense of self worth and morals.

"i love you." george mumbles in his sleep, dream snaps out of his thoughts and looks over at the boy who's sleeping peacefully on his back. his hair is fluffed up, eyelashes rested ever so gently onto his pink tinted cheeks, slight freckles here and there, a button shaped nose and the most perfect lips dream has ever seen on a guy.
wait... did george just say i love you???? dream feels his stomach getting warm with jealousy, he wonders who george is dreaming about. probably not him. probably someone much nicer to him. maybe he said it to his best friend karl, yeah. he'll go with that.

george tosses a bit in his sleep, dream tenses up as he gets ready for him to thrash around like he did when he had that nightmare about his parents, george just lays on his side tho; peacefully snoring and mumbling incoherent words under his breath.
dream chuckles to himself, george is content. he closes his eyes and nods off to sleep.

"what are you doing here?" a familiar voice asks him, "i need to tell you something, mom." he says as he bites his lip nervously, "what is it?" his mother replies, honey soaked in her voice; "i'm bi." he says after tearing up a bit, "don't let your father know. i don't support it but i accept it as you." his mother says, slight disgust as she looks at her son.
he smiles shyly at her; she turns the other way and closes the door behind her. "this is how it was supposed to go." he says with a sad smile as he walks off of the front porch, "this was how it was supposed to go." he says looking down, hes on his parents driveway. he looks up and stops dead in his tracks, suit cases filled to the brim with all his belongings scattered across the entire sidewalk. "this is how it went." he says as he drops to the floor, covering his mouth as he lets out pathetic sobs.