Take Your Time

7. Good Old Fashioned Date night.

The door that lead to the roof cracked open, revealing Dream in an oversized vintage wool sweater, brown, green-ish color that's just a little darker than his eyes. Slightly tugged into his baggy jeans with a belt.

His eyes widened slightly as he looks at George. The turtle neck sweater hugs his figure, same for the high waisted jeans. It's all perfectly balanced with a bunch of rings and necklaces.

Dream's cheeks turn into a soft pink color as he shyly waves.

The wollen sleeves were tugged on by shaking fingers, what seemed to be a nervous habit, George would assume.

"You actually came here..." He whispered under his breath with a smile growing on his face. He notices Dream looking at the picnic, "I hope you like it?"

Dream quickly grabs a piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket, 'It's perfect.' He scans the place. George had thought about everything. Cans of soda, chocolate and all kinds of fruit, even a bunch of candles are lit up around him, 'Why did you do all of this?'

"I wanted to thank you for letting me crash at your place for so long." George smiled as he sat down in front of him.

An hour quickly passes, with not many words spoken. The boys are both facing each other, since Dream got the idea to draw George.

Dream's mother messaged me. She wanted to give me money again. But I couldn't accept it. I just didn't want to.

It feels wrong to use Dream for money.

George looks up from his book, since he wasn't able to focus on it anymore. His eyes land on the blonde in front of him.

I'm ashamed. He's a great friend.
And after having spent days at his place, I came to realize he's a good person who actually cares about people.

"You're cute when you're focusing." George nonchalantly commented, speaking before he could think. At that, Dream smiled brightly. George froze, his eyes widening and fixated on the way Dream softly chuckles. And for the first time in so long, he felt his heart skip a beat.

Dream wrote something on a paper before handing it to George, 'Thank you for treating me like a normal person.'

George started at it, a smile growing on his face. The written words hit him in some kind of way. It was so pure and innocent.

Dream scrunches his nose as he giggles and returns to focus on the drawing. George's smile faded as he realized this was all just a trick to get Dream to talk.

'What are you reading?' He wrote.

George thought for a second, finally deciding it would be a good idea to read it out loud. "...And suddenly death wasn’t the worst thing in the world, because then they’d finally be together..."

His voice, the way he reads. It's beautiful. His voice smoothly guides you through the story, as if the pretty brunet knew what was about to happen. His voice sounds full of emotion, even going as far as whispering some of the sentences and taking long, yet perfectly timed pauses between each word.

All while Dream drew him and listened closely, with a smile and a weird feeling in his stomach that he wasn't able to describe.

Minutes pass by, sitting underneath the autumn sky filled with beautiful stars. With not as much of a distance between them as they used to have.

"Your eyes talk, do you know that Dream?" George suddenly spoke while placing the book next to him and moves forward to sit down on his knees, "Do you have a problem with eye contact?"

Dream shakes his head to sign 'yes.'  To which George moves closer, "Let's see how long you will last." He smiles at Dream's confused expression.

"Just keep your eyes on mine for as long as you can..."

He didn't have to look down to write anymore, 'What are you doing?'

George could barley read it in the corner of his eye and chuckled, "I'm just trying to see how far I can go before you look away."

"I'm okay with the silence." George started after a while, "Because it's yours."

"It's your silence, Dream. You control it."

It has been on Dream's mind all day and he had no clue why. George gave him comfort. So much though, that he actually wanted to talk to him and break the silence, but figured it would only lead to more questions. So instead, he bottled it up and left it for another time.

Realisation hit Dream as he sees the boy leaning closer... He wants George to kiss him.

He could feel George's hot breaths on his own lips. The distance between them was slowly getting less and less, until their noses touched. Their eyes remain locked, but they were close enough to capture every feature. Down from his sharp jawline, to his soft looking lips, only to end up staring into the chocolate brown eyes in front of him once again.

"May I? " George asked, only to immediately cut Dream off with a kiss once he nodded.

George pulled away again, it was a quick kiss, but he didn't want him to feel uneasy. Both of their hearts are going crazy, as if it was what they needed but never dared to say.

Dream tugged George's sleeve and points at the paper, 'Wait. Do that again.'

George cups Dream's face and tilts his head, pulling himself closer to him before placing his lips against Dream's.

It was something non of them seemed to understand, nor did they know how to explain the feeling. But they both felt it.

...It said more than words ever could.

Their lips softly brush against each other and they passionately kiss once again.

Everything around them is just…still and serene. It's like enjoying the intimate moment between them with tenderness.

Something like a special moment with both boys fully aware and in control of their choice and completely committed to it, knowing they want this, to be in the same air as them.

George smiles and broke to kiss to look at Dream. His face began to burn slightly and he brought his hands further into his sleeves, leaning forward and laying his head on George's shoulder. 

He's so precious. George ruffled his hair, "Do you want to go to the store?"

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They're walking hand in hand to the store, George ranting about things he's passionate about, and Dream casually zoning out.

I've been thinking about George a lot. To me, he feels like an escape. Someone who can and will be proud of you. He feels like that gust of cold air that makes your cheek flush when you walk late at night, greenish yellow street lights and an overwhelmed sense of adrenaline and no regrets. 

They reach the store, searching for some candies and maybe some honey green ice tea. George's eyes land on a male wearing a yellow sweater and a beanie, who seems to have noticed him the exact same moment.

"Well hello there, little brother." He called out with a smile on his face, "Long time no see."

George's eyes widened. "Wilbur??"

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A/N: HII! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I very much enjoyed writing it.

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