Living Together // DNF

25

It was Saturday night, and Dream was sitting on the edge of his bed, nervous energy coursing through his body as he watched George try to choose an outfit for the party. He watched the brunette pull on different shirts, only to look himself over in the mirror and then groan under his breath before tossing it off to the side again.

It was the sort of thing Dream would have normally found amusing, but he could really only focus on the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He kept telling himself he had no reason to be nervous, especially considering the party was just a small group of people he mostly knew. But his recent history with parties had left a bad taste, and he couldn't seem to shake the anticipation no matter how hard he tried.

His hands fumbled nervously in his lap, and he sighed under his breath as his eyes shifted down to the floor in front of him. He didn't want George to be worried about him, but he knew that the brunette could always tell when he was nervous; he had become skilled at picking up on the little signs and nervous habits.

Dream's focus was pulled as he felt the bed move slightly as George threw himself down dramatically, sighing loudly as he said, "I have nothing to wear, Dream."

"George, that's not possible," Dream answered with a chuckle, "you have like three times the amount of clothes that I have."

"I do not," George muttered under his breath, and Dream looked down just in time to catch the eye roll.

Dream raised an eyebrow at him, shaking his head as he said, "just pick something, George. You look good in everything that you own."

Dream could see that George was trying to hide a smile, scrunching his nose up as he responded, "are you flirting with me?"

Dream laughed, then leaned down to scatter light kisses across George's face as he muttered, "maybe."

He pulled back to see a smile on George's face, and he felt himself warm as he pressed a soft kiss to the brunette's lips before straightening back up. He pushed himself up from the bed, making his way over to the dresser and pulling open one of the drawers, rummaging through until he found what he was looking for.

He smiled as he held up the white sweater for George to see and said, "you should wear this."

George's eyebrows furrowed together as he sat up, eyes narrowing just the slightest bit as he asked, "what made you choose that one?"

Dream shrugged as he handed it over to the brunette and answered, "no reason. I just think it looks good on you."

George's eyes quickly flickered over the blonde's face, but then he was standing up and pulling the sweater on, looking himself over in the mirror as Dream watched from behind him. He turned so Dream could see, holding his arms out and smiling at the blonde as he asked, "good?"

Dream smiled as he nodded. Of course, he had chosen the sweater for one very specific reason. It was the very same sweater that George had worn to the first party they had ever gone to together, back when they were living in their dorm room on campus. And Dream thought he looked just as perfect now as he did back then, his whole body warming as he quietly muttered, "you look pretty, baby."

George smiled at the pet name, and then he was moving across the room and wrapping his arms around Dream's torso, his face angled up towards the blonde's face as he hummed a quiet, "thank you."

Dream smiled down at him, his hand moving to George's jaw, thumb brushing lightly over the brunette's cheek. George only searched his face quietly, and then he was exhaling a breath and asking, "you're nervous about tonight, aren't you?"

Dream was silent for a moment, but then he sighed and nodded, his voice quiet as he answered, "a little bit. How could you tell?"

George smiled and answered, "because I know you, Dream. If you want me to cancel the party, just say the word and I'll do it."