Mission Failed Successfully // DreamNotFound

Chapter 5

George glared up at Dream, shaking his arms out of Sam's grip, who let him go hesitantly, "If you're so curious, just ask the questions and then let me leave." George sputtered angrily, confused as to why they were so adamant on keeping him there. "Why are you guys so intent on keeping me here, that you would go so far as to tackle me to the ground and take away my stuff!?"

Dream sighed in frustration, "I was going to ask you everything yesterday, but you fell asleep before I could. So I figured I'd ask you in the morning, besides if you leave before I could know who is the person I see almost every night at the river, it would eat me up forever. Don't you want to know who I am?" He rambled, still rubbing the back of his neck in a way George now recognized as a guilty gesture.

George didn't look away when Dream looked up into his eyes. He just stared suspiciously into his green eyes, not quick to trust just anyone, "Fine. But when you have asked everything you want, I can leave." George said, pointing a finger into Dream's chest, "And, I don't have to answer anything I don't want to." He added, walking past Dream into the sun and dropping to the ground in a loose sitting position, trying to look like he didn't care; even though he was just as curious about Dream as he was of him.

Dream turned to him, watching George sit before nodding at the other men that they could leave. They did, but not before Sam narrowed his eyes at George, still angry at the fact he had shot Punz. George resisted sticking his tongue out at him, knowing it would only make Sam dislike him more. He didn't want to make any enemies here, especially with people who were bigger and probably stronger than him.

When the boys had made their way halfway back to the house, Dream slipped into a criss-cross position on the grass a few feet away from George, facing him. The silence before they spoke was suffocatingly awkward now that everything had calmed down.

George could feel the red of embarrassment on the back of his neck from it, and the pain in his stomach wouldn't let up, but he wouldn't show weakness again. He couldn't make that mistake anymore. Wilbur would be furious if he knew what George was doing or where he was right now. Speaking of Wilbur, George grimaced as he thought about the consequences he would receive from not answering him. Ugh, he was in so much trouble.

Dream frowned at George, who quickly relaxed his face and cleared his throat. "You wanted to ask me stuff so badly?" He prompted, moving his hand to wave it questioningly in the air, trying to dismiss his thoughts and change the subject.

Dream nodded, clearing his throat as well, "Yeah, sorry. I was... thinking about what to ask you." He said quickly, George repressed the urge to snort. He wanted to ask me stuff sooo badly he said.

"So, I already know your first name of course, but do you have a last name?" Dream asked, and George scanned his face for any signs of malicious intent with the information he was asking for, but finding none, George shrugged inwardly and decided he would be safe saying his real name, "Davidson." He moved his gaze to the tops of the trees above Dream and let his eyes glaze over.

Dream pursed his lips in acknowledgment and shrugged, "Nice to meet you Mr. Davidson." He mocked and before George could glare at him he quickly moved to another question. "How old are you?" He was genuinely curious about how old George was, he seemed pretty young.

"24." He replied nonchalantly, smirking at Dream's shocked expression.

"2-24?" Dream sputtered, "You look like you're 18! You're older than me!" He ran his hand through his hair, scanning George over.

George shifted, raising an eyebrow, "Well, then how old are you? 16?" He joked, smiling at the annoyance flushing Dream's face at the words.

"You wish, I'm 22 for your information." Dream said, holding his head high, flicking imaginary hair over his shoulder, "And last time I checked, being younger is better than being older."