Flower Fields- dnf

"Poggers"

Eyyy look at me being all productive and shit. That's a lie I have some much homework to do. Kill me :D Also I'm sick so enjoy my writing as I'm high off dayquil rn. Also i tried drawing a horse for my history hw and BAHAHA WHAT THE ACTUAK FUCK IS THAT

As soon as Dream had said the words, "we need to talk," George's face had paled a few shades. He slowly nodded and they walked back up the bleachers to the shade which was probably a bad idea considering they had to walk back down again.

"So..." Dream started.

"It was a dare!" George blurted, "yeah, it was a dare, hehe sorry." George gave him a weak smile.

Dream scoffed, "Mhm cause you would skip school for a whole week ignoring everyone for a dare."

"Well uhh I got sick."

"No you didn't. Even if you did why'd you run away from me after you confessed?"

"Uhhh I'm not gay."

"You told me you were."

"Haha well, that was a lie."

"You literally told me about how you had a boyfriend."

"Fuck I did, didn't I? Well uh I lied abou-"

"George"

"Okay maybe everything I'm saying at this moment is a lie." George gave a little shrug and an innocent smile.

"So you like me?"

George sat in silence for a while debating whether or not to tell him. But since he technically already told him, he decided to say it the second time.

"Yeah. Yeah I do."

Dream's eyes widened and his lips slowly turned into a smile, "Poggers."

The fuck did he just say???? Did this motherfucker really say poggers?

"Thefuckdidyousayyyy?"

Dream laughed, "I said poggers cause I like you too."

George sighed in relief, "but why poggers?"

"I honestly have no idea, it was the first word that came out of my mouth."

George laughed, then it turned awkward, "So... I like you... you like me... now what?"

"I dunno." Dream put his hands in his pockets and rolled back and forth on his feet. The silence was so loud the only thing that you could hear was the chirping of birds and the creaks of metal made by Dream rocking his feet.

George sighed and decided to be the big guy for once and asked the most important question you could ask at this time,

"So... we gonna kiss now or what?" Okay maybe that isn't the question that George was going to ask at that moment, but it was close enough.

Dream's eyes widened as he choked on his own spit and nothing was heard except him dying for air. Once Dream finally calmed down, he breathed in some nice crisp air full of pollution and disgusting stuff that doesn't make it that crisp and looked George straight (gay) in the eyes.

"Oh yeah." (insert Koolaid man)

They sat in silence for a few minutes before dream spoke up again, "so like... you wanna start? or should I?"

George scoffed and rolled his eyes before he pulled dream by the strings of his hoodie and pulled him into a kiss. It was short and sweet but it was one of the best things to ever happen to George. Dream's soft, slightly chapped lips on his own felt like a dream. Almost like his heart stopped and came back to life. Or the feeling of adrenaline you get when you're on a rollercoaster. It also felt like the feeling of when you're sleeping and you dream of falling and it makes your body jolt, like a loud wakeup call yelling 'HELLOO. JUST A REMINDER THAT YOU'RE ALIVE'

Except the wakeup call was more like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! YOU ARE KISSING THE MAN YOU LIKE!"

George pulled away slowly and let go of the strings. He smiles sheepishly and looked down mumbling, "how was that?"

And you know what this dumb bitch said?

You wanna know?

The little pissbaby?

Number 709 on the twitch salary list? (I think)

Mr. Clay Block?

The block in Minecraft?

you know that one?

This dude lifted up George's chin with his hand and said,

"Poggers."

Word Count:688 

Hehe what the actual fuck did I just write.