A few days pass along and george and clay are soon back into their working order, both going to their classes and both staying up late and working on their projects. When clay would seem a little off, george would remind him to take a suppressant or two to which dream would restablize himself and thank the other.
As the week comes to a close finish, the blonde is laughing with his friend both on his bed and watching a film on georges laptop, both spending the time to destress over their work.
Dreams laugher partially eases up and his eyes are on the other. Being so close allowed his eyes to concentrate on the bends of georges lips and cheeks, the light hue on his cheekbones, the wrinkles along his closed eyes. Those lashes could impale someone. Those lips would melt romeo. And his skin was nearly the one's of a skin care specialist.
He was perfect despite what society stated about his kind. A male omega.
"George.." Dreams voice is careful.
"Hmm?" The boy is still wearing a rather large grin, admirable eyes on the others.
The alpha feels his throat go dry. And he swore his heart stopped for an instance.
"Uh.. You just... Look...."
Georges smile fades away and he stares up at the other with a light in the depths of his dark orbs, the inches apart from their faces and the breath between them rather taken into a dive of something softer. The moment doesnt stand a chance before the omega caught on what was possibly happening before him.
"..you.... You should go take another pill.." Georges head tilts down, stomping on the flickering light of the topic change under his mental boot. The disruption of atmosphere stabbed dream in the ego of his heart and he clears his throat and moves back some, offering the other space and doing his best to remain respectful.
"Sorry." He muttered, both aware he had a supressant about an hour ago and they didnt wear off that fast.
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Dream is in his own room practicing what he preaches, eyes closed and mind in a whirl in the depths of sleep.
He turns in bed and groans softly in a small growl, thinking to himself as he started to wake, his mind replaying what he saw in those hours of sleep.
It was george, laughing and chatting with him while theyre both sat in a booth of a small diner much like the first time they started to get to know eachother. But something was different. George had another kind of spirit in his expressions and his hands soft and petite, fiddled with eachother less nervously than he would when he would. He leaned forward after the conversation died down and the blonde didnt hesitate to lean forward back at him. But it all bled away when he started to wake.
Dreams arms bend up and his hands rub at his eyes, trying to discard the memory of that delusion. George was just... Perfect. It was decided.
Both in his mind and in his.. Well... Dream.
He came to the conclusion he wanted to live his dream and try to get george to go eat out with him and attempt to make it all work out... To see if george was interested in him the same way he was to him.
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'Hey george, you wanna eat out tonight?'
The brunette omega shifts in his seat to slip his phone out from his back pocket, turning it on and checking what the text notification offered him. He originally expected it to be wilbur, since that's usually who it'd be.
Georges eyes skim over the question while listening to all the keyboard typing around him.
He turns in his seat and those dark orbs match dream from a few seats away, smiling and waving.
Letting out a small sigh, he's almost ready to laugh at the unnecessary text message. Their professor wasnt strict; dream couldve just gotten up and walked over to chat for a moment.
He texts back.
'sure. where?'
'Wherever you want :) '
'Wherever i want?'
'Ye'
'Alright. And youre paying?'
'Yesss georgeee just pick a place so i can make reservations if need be'
Dream kept those green eyes on george from the few seats away, watching the boy type and type. But the chat didnt tell him george was typing.. He mustve gone off to another app.. Or text another person back.
/ george is typing... /
finally.
'i cant really think of a place. You pick.'
Sigh.
'Alright.'
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"You shouldve picked one i suggested, but no i get it, youre nervous for your first date with the lad" wilbur nodded while watching george, arms crossed and holding a thoughtful expression.
"Its not a date. I just couldnt think of a place so i texted you on the spot. It's not that important." George insisted with the shake of his head, leaning back to lay on his own bed. Wilbur had joined him in his flat to help him pick out an outfit much to the fellow boys insistent nature of it not being a big deal.
"George. Things only matter to us people by what meaning we believe it holds. Do you like spending time with dream?" Wilbur tilts his head to the side to side eye george, seeing as he was facing the others closet.
George hesitantly nods after a half a second of effortless thought.
"Then it matters. So it matters what you wear."
"You sound like my mum now." George rolls his eyes and turns his head, looking to the options of thrown clothes on the end of the bed.
"Here. Suppose some black trousers and a blue button up is fine. " he tosses the clothes over after finding them folded up in a closet drawer.
"Im putting a sweater on over this incase we're not going somewhere fancy." George sighs out deflatedly while taking grab of his clothes given.
"Your call." Wilbur nods, starting to put away the other options of clothes, rehanging them and sliding the door shut, turning and watching his dear friend refold up the clothes and set them on the bedside for tonight.
"....gogy?"
"Hmm?" George looks up to his friend, hands still on the folded clothes after setting it down. He wipes away any creases, hands slipping off.
"Ya got an iron?"
"...." George looked back down to the folded clothes in small associated consideration.
"Than set them on hangers so they dont get more wrinkled.." Wilbur grabs a couple hangers and walks over, handing them to his friend.
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