I Think I Love You - DNF

Chapter 8

Hello humans/nonhumans. How are you today? I am soooo stressed right now... but like whatever I want to do this not my stupid maths or English or Latin or history or science assignments.  Anyways hope you enjoy. 

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Dream's POV

I have been lying in the same spot for the last 4 hours. Staring up at my ceiling I haven't even noticed the change in temperature from the still open window. What on earth was wrong with me? The boy of my dreams is moving to the same place as me? Shouldn't I have a right to feel this... weird? I have no idea how to put my feelings into words. I was getting over George slowly but surely and all of a sudden he drops this bomb on me? If only he knew just how powerful hearing his voice could be to me. It was earth shattering. And I was stupid. I noticed it whenever I  edited videos that had him in it with me. I would act all calm and collected talking to him but as soon as another person would make him laugh it was like a piece of me felt broken. Like I was the only one who should make him happy. 

He was the reason I got up in the morning, a feeling a dread but utmost excitement whenever I had to talk to him. You see this is why I had cut off the feelings I had for him because they were driving me completely mad. And now he is moving here, where I would probably see him nearly everyday. I would hug and hold the boy I was in love with as if he was still only a best friend in my eyes. I honestly don't know if I can do that. If I can stand there and protect him from the world while only being a friend. These thoughts ran over and over in my mind to the point where I thought I was actually losing the plot. Wanting a change of scenery from my ceiling I stood up hearing my back crack loudly at the sudden motion. 

Walking quickly to the bathroom I decided to shower quickly seeing as my hair was starting to go a bit gross. Turning on my shower playlist as loud as possible I started singing to the next song that came on. Do I Wanna Know by The Arctic Monkeys. (I am lazy and decided to choose between the songs that I just listened to, I think this was a better choice than Sophia the First Theme Song but Hey tell me if I made a wrong decision.) 

Singing along in a voice that I thought might warrant a noise complaint from my neighbours I hummed slightly aggressively along  to the guitar part while washing my hair. Finally turning the shower off I walked over to my speaker and turned it down a little bit so I wouldn't go deaf. I got changed into some 'fancy' clothes. For me that was really just black jeans and a white button up linen shirt. Carefully adding a couple woven bracelets to my wrist I smiled as I looked in the mirror. My hair was definitely in dire need for a hair cut but I didn't look that bad? I was putting on my converses when I heard a faint buzz from my phone. 

Clicking it on I blushed at the sight of my wallpaper, it was a picture of George with his hair messy, I had screenshotted it off one of his streams when Tommy and Tubbo had tackled him. I had a new Snapchat message which striked me as odd. I rarely use it even though it pisses off my friends and their obsession with streaks. Clicking on the app I realised it was from George and my curiosity got the best of me. 

The picture was simple obviously of George lying in bed with his arm draped over his eyes so I could only see his grin. The photo was taken in haste George wanting to send a message rather than a photo but it was enough for the butterflies to come back.  Quickly reading the message that he put on the photo it was enough to make the butterflies become full sized birds in my stomach. 'At the airport how will I know it is you?'. I stared at the photo for a little while longer and contemplated screenshotting it but I thought that would be weird for him. 

Sending a very beautiful ceiling picture back to him I wrote on it quickly. 'Who said I was coming to the airport?' I smiled as I watched it was barely seconds before it was opened and another picture came back at me. It was almost the exact photo except his hand was in shot rather than his arm giving me clearer view at his messy bed hair. 'Like you would miss coming to the airport for me, everyone knows you are a simp.' I laughed at this knowing full well that it was true. I sent another photo back except this time you could see the top of my hair. 'Well now that you called me that I am definitely not going to the airport.' 

Once again it was less than thirty seconds before George responded. 'Awwww please. I really really really want you to come to the airport to pick me up!' In the photo George had uncovered his face showing a pouty face that I couldn't stop laughing at. Sending another photo with barely any hair in it I responded with 'Fine but you are coming out to dinner with me first night here.' George was quick to respond with a blurry shot of his face. 'Deal but how will I know it is you? Not just some crazy axe murderer.' I laughed quickly knowing that this would be genuine fear for George. Lazily I took my phone and quickly took a photo with my face in it. You could see part of my collarbone as my top couple of buttons were open, as well as one of my earrings that wasn't quite hidden by the hair that flowed nearly to my jawline. I was flashing a smile that looked really bright in the photo and my emerald eyes seemed to be glowing. 

Taking a deep breath in and then exhaling I smiled. 

I hit send. 

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Wow so that happened. Umm yeah Chapter nine is going to be George's response and Chapter ten is flying over yay!!!!