Concrete Angel - dreamnotfound

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TW: Mention of ED

George had gotten a text from Karl earlier that day asking if the older boy could pick him up due to his car not starting. George agreed and got out of bed to grab his last minute things: an overnight bag, just in case, a phone charger, and his keys.

While the brunette grabbed said things, he looked at himself in the mirror to check his outfit. He wore a black, long sleeve tight fitting shirt along with dark blue cuffed jeans, and a black worn out jacket that was 2 times too big on the boy. He ruffled up his hair just one more time and walked out the door.

He didn't want to disturb his father so he just sent him a quick text saying that he'll be out. He shoved his phone into his back pocket and quietly walked out the door.

He started his car, opened spotify right away and shuffled his playlist. The car ride to Karl's was a trip but the scenery of Karls neighborhood leading up to his house was worth it. George took his phone in his hand and texted Karl that he was only a couple blocks away from the boy's house.

Once George had arrived, Karl walked out his front door, locking it behind him. The boy practically skipped to the brunette's car and hopped in.

"Hey man." Karl said.

"Hey Karl." George replied. They made small talk while driving to Dream's house. The boys jammed out to their favorite songs back to back and enjoyed the time they had together. Once George pulled into Dream's neighborhood, his stomach dropped. He had gotten nervous. There was no need to be nervous, just a couple of guys hanging out, right?

The brunette had arrived and parked his car just past the blonde's mailbox. George sent a text to Dream saying they were right outside. About a minute later, Dream came running outside to greet them.

"Hey guys, took you long enough!" He joked.

"Well, if it weren't for Karls stupid car not being able to start, I would've been here 20 minutes ago!"

"Hey man, uncalled for." Karl laughed at the light hearted joke. George grabbed his duffle bag out of the backseat, but someone else's hand interjected and took it away from George.

"Hey, I got it. Let me help you." Dream said.

"It's only a duffle bag, idiot, but okay." The brunette shrugged. The three walk towards the home while Dream opens the door for them. George walked past him saying 'thank you' and smiled. Dream's stomach turned and his face flushed pink. He got nervous, too

"H-hey, I'll be right back. Bathroom!" He laughed, nervously and jogged to the bathroom, dropping the bag on the ground. Karl and George were unsure where to even go. Was Sapnap even there yet? They didn't want to wander the unfamiliar house, so they just stood there. Very awkwardly they might add.

"God damnit. What is wrong with me?" Dream whispered to himself. He locked himself in the guest bathroom on the second floor so nobody would be able to hear him anyway.

He splashed water against his face thinking it would clear his mind and reduce the pink-ish tone on his skin, but the water only helped with his skin tone. His mind and stomach had that same feeling. The blonde thought to himself, hoping something would clear up.

I was blushing at my friend who only smiled and said thank you. For fucks sake, I carried his bag into my house. Wait, why did George have a bag with him? Was he planning to stay the night? I never said anything about a sleepover, I guess I don't mind, but what the hell?

Dream looked at his phone and he had been in the bathroom for over 5 minutes. Jesus. He thought again. The boy walked out of the bathroom rubbing his hands on his hoodie to "dry" them off, to only see the two boys still standing in the same place he left them.