Did Anybody Ever Say No To You - (Georgebur)

Day 5 6:12 PM

"Bye George, Nice seeing you Dream," Niki greeted them for their last second around George's house this night. "I'm very overwhelmed to see the both of you this night. Enjoy the rest of your day," 

"The pleasure is mine Niki. Thank you and be careful on your way," Dream smiled, with his hands on George's shoulders.

"Goodbye mate," Jack send them a salute and both of them walked out of George's home.

I'm in the sink to "voluntarily" wash the dishes. If George had Dream around his waist well I have the fucking tie knotted in my waist. Per plate washed feel like orders and weights my heart. The others had already gotten home, but I choose to stay. Because I'm too kind as a "boyfriend material" that can cook (I know how to cook some recipes though) and clean.

Not just someone who'll grasp and dance you around.

What if that was George wanted in the first place? Some fluff or sweetness in his life?

Do I have the will to give that?

I placed all the plates on the dishwasher before removing my apron. And hanged it with a mix of jealousy before heading to the comfort room to wash my face. The comfort room was just fifteen seconds away the kitchen. 

After opening the door was I noticed the large mirror occupying a large space of the wall. Then a sink just in bottom of it. I opened the tap water and it was cold. Yeah, as cold as the conversations of me and George since Dream came.

I continued to wash my face thoroughly and looked at the reflection of my wet face. I grabbed the untouched white towel and wiped myself. Glancing on the mirror, I noticed myself for being a grown man,, but still have few to know about life.

I breathed heavily and sighed, grabbing my phone on my pocket, I glanced at the time. It's 6:26 PM. The surrounding are completely dark but still enlightened by the street post light. Plus, the clouds cluster up high, and I think I need to go home before the skies could cry.

On my way out, I grabbed the brown coat I wear earlier and clean the bridge of my glasses. 

And on my way out... You know, never mind. Just fuck it.

George was leaning through Dream's shoulders. Lights off, his body covers in blanket, like how he did back in yesterday. Dream had his hands on the other side of George's shoulder. Both of them watching the TV, feeling comfortable at the presence of each other. Like how he did it to me in just the past thirty-four hours...

It was overwhelming when the last time it was me instead of Dream.

I closed the door of the living room. Without sending my farewells or any signs that I am leaving. It is much better to not disturb the lovebirds, and I don't want to be their antagonist.

Walking out of their porch, I looked up the skies and noticed the clustering of clouds getting dimmer and the flashed of lightning faraway.

🎟️🎟️🎟️

I continued to walk on the sideway with coat only embracing my body from the cold. I hate this kind of weather. I'm sick on this kind of weather. It just gives the vibes that something could be devastating, or sorrow, or some sort of worry and fading anticipation. I just missed the stars.

It's just yesterday when George told me to look at the twinkling stars and asked myself if I liked it. He recommend me a natural phenomenon that is worth seeing for. A phenomenon that should depict or refer by himself. 

Like stars, George could have that twinkling eyes that winks. He have that aura that someone could like. George, was also unique like any stars in the galaxy. George was an enthusiast. George was interesting. George is a star.

But like a star, sometimes he couldn't be sighted. Like this time, where he habitually shine, it's not this time. He was hiding behind the hugs of the dark clouds and flashing thunder. But no matter what, I still knew that he still exist. That he is still there.

Did George really love me? I have no clue.

Can he handle my heart like how I handle his heart on mine? 

Do I still have something to do to set some things? To grow feelings for me, like a fresh pink flowers blooming on spring?

This Wilbur Gold had no idea..

This Wilbur Gold had nothing to do to acquire idea.

But what if (I admit I'm thinking about the worst case scenario), George really belonged to Dream. What if they are the two couples that are linked by time, destiny, and love? Do I have something to do about that?

Oh boy, the week is slowly coming to an end.

What if I am just someone who was his type? What if I am just someone who he liked, yet not loved? You know because he likes my characteristics and behavior.

And it's a real fuck shit to think about it right. But we'll all agree that the possibilities of this events to occur is indeed reachable.

So be better to accept the truth than believe in a lie right?

It is shown right in front of my face... Do I need to pretend of it that it was invisible? Fuck no.

If George really loves Dream then the best thing that I'll gonna do is support them.

And also, Wilbur Soot is tired.

I'm tired.

Not sick, tired.

Overthinking had brought me to sitting on the waiting shed. Of course, waiting for thee bus. And I also hadn't noticed, because it just feels nothing that it starts to rain torrential suddenly. 

I'm losing hope. 

Finally, a bus was sighted and stopped in front of me.

I looked down and sighed. 

"I'm losing hope," I whispered.

And the door of the bus opened.

I looked back at the path where I just walked. I entered the bus and the door closed behind me. Looking around, I'm the only picked passenger from the rain. So I just did picked the front seat.

I stared at the window and sighed again, looking at the pouring rain.

I'm now very tired George.