One wrong move // (Discontinued) Dreamnotfound

Breakfast at the lake.

TW: Swearing. Comment any I'm missing --->

George POV

I slowly opened my eyes as Dream continued to have his arms draped over my shoulders and his chin resting on head.

As the sight in front of me came into view, I couldn't help but let out a gasp.

Lying before me was a decent sized clearing, but it's not the size of the clearing that made me almost squeal in excitement. It's what lied within the breathtaking scene before me.

It was mostly covered in healthy grass with a few flowers dotting the area along with a few flower patches as well. There was also a decent sized lake towards the back of the clearing, taking up about a quarter of the space. About ten feet before the lake I saw a lime green and white blanket with a basket on the corner of it waiting there.

After I was done observing the clearing, I heard the voice of the person who currently had his chin resting on top of my head. "Do you like it?" He asked, his voice sounding slightly unsure with a hint of worry.

I quickly spun around so I could face him. "Like it? This place is beautiful!" I said before leaping forward and engulfing him in a hug.

Dream POV

Nobody could ever explain the sense of relief I felt the moment that George said that he thought that this was beautiful and nearly tackled me in a warm hug.

I hadn't been planning this for very long, but after I had left George's room this morning to go into my own, I quickly called Nikki and kindly asked her to set this up.

She's the only other person that knows about this place to my knowledge, and I was very glad that she agreed to help.

I have to admit, I was very nervous at the beginning, but once it started happening and the meeting had ended, all my nerves practically disappeared and were replaced with excitement. The whole reason I was zoned out at the beginning of the meeting was because I was stressing out over all the possibilities of what George might think of this.

Everything had to be perfect, one wrong move and George might think that this is cheesy, cliche, or unoriginal... Or all of those things.

I and George held the hug for a very long moment before I finally set George back down on his feet and released him. "Well go on then, I already I know that you're hungry by how much you were complaining earlier." I teased. He just laughed and rolled his eyes before running off to the little picnic area.

I couldn't help but giggle a bit at the way the brunette eagerly ran to the basket.

He's so cute.

I've began to notice the little things, like when he occasionally blushes slightly when I call him Georgie, or the way that he didn't hesitate to lay down in my lap when I woke him up from his nightmare. I mean I know that he wasn't exactly in the right state of mind then, but it still means something nonetheless, even if we were both very tired.

I've known for a little while that I've developed feelings for the boy, even if I hadn't known him for very long.

Am I taking this too fast? I asked myself.

Well... I suppose it doesn't really matter... He doesn't really seem to mind...

As I had this little conversation with myself I had made my my way to sit next George and he had already opened the basket and had begun to dig through it.

He eventually pulled out a cinnamon roll and immediately began to dig into it.

I had a feeling he would enjoy that.