Am I Yours? Dream x George Fanfic

Chapter 22: George

Do people usually think we are together? No we never hold hands in public. Don't most friends hold hands? Yeah I think they do. 

"Hi," George said quietly, waving. Alex nodded, "Mhhmmm I totally believe y'all but let me get your pizza."

 Dream shook his head and wandered over to a table in the corner of the restaurant. George didn't know if he should move or just stand there and wait. So George just stood there and watched as Alex assembled the pizza. Why is this so awkward? 

He looked over at Dream who was intently staring at his phone. He looked alone and a little sad so George began to wander over there. His hair was falling over his eyes and he occasionally would move it away. It's such a simple movement but somehow it's adorable when he does it. George pulled out the cold iron chair and sat right in front of Dream. Dream looked up for a second and smiled at George fondly. 

He went right back to his phone and started to giggle. He flipped the phone around and showed George a video of Sapnap playing with his cat. The cat is cute but Dream's little giggle was just adorable. "Ok your pizza is served," Alex said with a short bow. 

 "Thanks Alex," Dream sighed, putting his phone on the table. He seems so sad. How do I help him?

George reached over the table and put his hand on top of Dream's. 

"Hey," George said softly, "Are you ok? You've been a little weird ever since we got here." Dream shook his head a little and looked a little worried. "I am just in shock. I think I just didn't expect to be out to you for like another few weeks, maybe even months," Dream sighed, "But let's just eat. I am starving." 

 George let go of Dream's hand and grabbed a slice of pizza. I understand where he's coming from but he wasn't going to come out to me for another couple months or weeks. That hurts me a lot but then again I have never had to come out. Does he not trust me? No he trusts me it's just hard to come out when you don't know exactly how someone is going to react. He knows how much I care about him. Why would he think I would hate him? 

"Georgie," George heard Dream say, "Are you okay? You have been staring at that pizza for way too long." George took a bite of the pizza and smiled. Why do I keep getting in my thoughts?