I Used to Know -DNF-

Chapter 15 - Yeah, They Used to Date

Song Recommendation - Don't Lose Your Head (Six: The Musical)

"Wow, we got a lot done!" George said, packing up his laptop happily.

Maybe if I pretend it didn't happen, it didn't happen. We can leave it in the past, like the mature adults we are.

Dream chuckled and gathered some papers for the brunette. "Yeah! How many chapters do we need to have?"

George thought for a second, "Hmmm... I think it's around twenty-five?"

"Jeez, if I'd have known we were gonna be a fifth of the way done, I wouldn't have worked so hard," Dream joked, earning a punch and a shove from the brunette.

"You didn't do shit," George giggled. "I did everything!"

"I call bullshit!" Dream wheezed.

"Buy me a meal, Mr. I-work-so-hard, and maybe I'll let you share some credit."

"Georgie, my last name is Block, not I-work-so-hard," Dream said.

"No shit, Dreamie."

"Aw, you think I'm dreamy?" Dream put on a swooning act.

"Oy vey," George sighed, facepalming. Dream laughed.

"Georgie loves me!" Dream started prancing around the bedroom with a dreamlike smile on his face, hands clasped and tucked under his chin.

"You're so not my type, and I'm so not a girl."

Dream let out a small wheeze. "And?"

George paused. "And?"

"I've dated guys before," he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Wait, you remember us-"

"Yeah, apparently Sapnap and I dated in high school."

That had caught George off-guard, causing him to reboot, adopting a sour look after processing what the blonde had just said.

"You still won't acknowledge-"

"Well, I don't remember it, but we dated. It was for a good amount of time, too. Maybe a year or so?"

George sat in the chair with his backpack on the back. "You don't remember an entire year of your life?" He had a disbelieving tone.

The blonde's eyes went wide and he sat down on Sapnap's bed, opposite George.

"Yeah. A year."

"O...kay. And?"

"Well, I broke up with him because we weren't a good fit for each other. I don't need a good memory to know that. He's a much better friend."

George stayed silent.

"We broke up and he assumed that meant I was straight, so he 'finds me girls' from time to time. I think he's just trying to push away our period of dating, so I'm more comfortable? Honestly I just wish he would open his goddamn eyes to see Karl pining for him so helplessly," Dream sighed, and looked up to George. "No offense."

"None taken. They're oblivious."

"The whole thing made us way closer, to be completely honest."

"Wow," George whistled. "I can't believe you forgot that."

"Yeah."

"And you know it made you closer how? I mean, this whole year of your life is blacked out for some reason."

"Uh- he told me..." the blonde was visibly uncomfortable, but George had unintentionally opened a floodgate, and that three word answer wasn't going to save his ass. George was upset.

"Mmhmm. And you don't want to try to remember? What'd you do, then? What's your excuse? Are you just being stubborn? That sounds like the Dream I know. That's so much of your life that you'll never get back-"

Dream stood up, red in the face.

"I GET IT, OKAY?!"

George froze.

Dream did not.

"...please. I know I fucked up. Salt doesn't help an open wound."

George stayed silent, afraid that moving even the smallest of his muscles, gulping a little too loudly, blinking his eyes, would shatter the blonde standing in front of him. For the first time ever, he was terrified of the blonde.

"Just..."

Dream blinked back tears.

"Leave."

The small brunette stood up, taking the bag, making sure to make as little movement or sound as physically possible.

He hugged the backpack to his chest and left the blonde in his room, a sad statue with salty tears streaming down his face, squeezing his eyes shut.

George made it all the way to his dorm, slowly, trying to process everything, until he got to his door, only to find a sock on the doorknob and squeaking coming from inside.

Today, of all days?

He put his back to the wall, and slid down, defeated, placing his bag beside him and hugging his knees to his chest, curling around himself, until the lump in his throat finally dislodged itself.

He sat there, crying for a second time this semester.

"I fucked it up again."

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A/N

Eheh...

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There is so much symbolism in this fic I am so proud of myself 😁

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