Close to you // dreamnotfound

9. Happiness

Dream's POV

"But what do you mean apple juice is nasty? You're not an apple juice enjoyer? I should cancel you for that Gogy. Just when you thought you knew a guy." I spat out, in disbelief.

"Dream it's literally just juice, why are you so upset about something so stupid?" George responded, laughing.

"It's not JUST juice. It's the BEST juice man kind has ever decided to just capitalize on. I'll keep buying apple juice until I die and I'll make sure my kids will have decades and decades of it even after I'm dead." I said, getting up and pacing in front of the couch we both were sitting on.

"You're an idiot." George spat out, wheezing.

"You only wish you were passionate about something so minuscule to feel the happiness I feel towards apple juice."

"This isn't about apple juice, is it?" George asked.

"You're right. This is betrayal. How could you ever hate the things I love most? You must hate yourself then."

I watched George's gaze fall into his lap as the words flew through my mouth graciously.

"You love me the most?" George asked, eyes still glued to his lap.

Without hesitation I reached for his shoulder, "Of course I love you most. You just can't tell Sapnap I said that. He'll get angry over the fact that I choose you over him."

"Oh. Well now I know what I can use for leverage to get what I want." George looked up, locking eyes with me.

"You always get what you want no matter what. Blackmail isn't going to help with anything. Let's just face it, I'm a simp for you Gogy."

"Everyone knows that Dream. You might as well kiss the ground I walk on until I throw you an opportunity to fuck me." George said, boldly, crossing his arms in certainty.

"What a delight." I replied, smirking.

"W-what? You know I was joking."

"I beg to differ George. You've been eyeing my dump truck since you laid eyes on me at the airport. Don't deny it either because I've caught your eyes wandering."

"What can I say? I'm a guy who loves guys." George threw up his hands, shrugging at the statement. "You do realize I'm gay, right? Every straight guy needs a gay best friend."

"Right, straight." I snickered, feeling my eyes unconsciously roll.

I walked to the opposite facing couch only to sit and drop my eyes down to the floor. My eyes started to trace circles, following the pattern of the red and black rug that separated George and I.

The word 'straight' keeps echoing in my head, creating a headache of emotions.

If only he knew the truth.

I have to tell him the truth.

I got up and started to walk away in the mist of George talking, not bothering to listen to the rest of what he was saying. All I could remember was him asking me where I was going, fading away in the distance.

It felt like I was dragging my feet against the floor all the way up to my bedroom.

I didn't care that I wasn't in comfortable clothes, I needed to sleep away this aching pain.

Patches was snuggled in my bed. It was an opportunity to feel some sort of love in this desperate time of need, so I climbed in gently, laying next to her as she nuzzled her head into the side of my body.

My heart felt heavy, I knew that this would have to be talked about later. It was pretty obvious that something was wrong with me. I couldn't imagine George not catching on to something so written out clearly.