Not Your Number One//dreamnotfound

Chapter 5

George had far too much alcohol in his system to deal with whatever Dream's issue was.

He was actually having a good time, and not wallowing in self pity like he normally does at parties. He looked at Chase then back to Dream.

"I'm having fun, can we stay a little longer?" The Brit said with hidden malice in his tone.

"I'm ready to go," was all the words that Dream spoke before grabbing George's wrist and leading him to the door.

Dream had never acted like this before. He seemed, jealous? No surely not, he was literally making out with a girl not even 10 minutes ago.

George let the blonde drag him to the car. They both got in and Dream turned the key in the ignition. The air was tense, but George's clouded mind couldn't process why.

He could smell the perfume of the girl still on Dream's clothes.

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When they got back to Dream's house no words were spoken. They both got out of the car and headed quietly into the house.

They crept up the stairs and into Dream's room. The walls were a dark grey color. Band postered littered the walls. Clothes and various items were thrown across the floor, it was always messy. Dream grabbed a remote and switched on the LED lights that lined the room to a lime green color.

The blonde disappeared out the door so George took the Liberty to change into one of his many pajamas he kept at Dream's house. He put on the black sweats and a white shirt and flopped down on the bed.

Dream came back, also in pajamas, with a glass of water and a sandwich for George. The taller boy handed it to the brunette as he sat up on the bed.

Dream placed himself next to him and went on his phone.

George devoured his food and downed his water. He was feeling a little less drunk and a lot better. However the more sober he got, the more confused he got.

He looked over at the blonde beside him who still seemed a bit tense. He had a few slightly red marks on his neck. George wished they would just disappear.

It hurt, it hurt a lot. It hurt how no matter how hard he tried, his feelings would never go away. It hurt how even if he ever did actually like someone else, they would never even come close to Dream.

George's mind started to completely crumble. He looked down at sand which crumbs that were left and that seemed to be his breaking point. He felt hot tears stream down his face. He tried his best to hide it, to not let Dream see because that would only result in him worrying, but it didn't work.

When the quiet cried leaked from his mouth the blonde looked over in his direction. A wave of confusion then panic flashes through Dream's body.

"George? Are you okay?" He said in a soft tone.

George didn't answer. He refused to. He didn't even dare to look in the taller boy's direction.

Dream slowly moved closer to the boy. He placed himself in front of them so that their knees were touching. He wrapped his arms around the brunette and allowed George's tears to soak through his own white t shirt.

George felt safe here in Dream's arms. He reciprocated the hug and wrapped his thin arms around the blonde. For the first time in what felt like forever, he let him cry it all out.

It was quite ironic, the fact he was crying over not being able to have Dream while being held by him. This thought just made him cry harder.

Dream rubbed George's back in slow circles in an attempt to calm him down. They sat like this for what felt like forever, but neither cared.