runaway

one ~ feel

george's pov

"Thanks, mom! I love you!" I shout before shutting the door.

"Took you long enough, Princess?" I roll my eyes at Dream's comment and get into the car so I'd warm up quicker.

"it takes time to look this good every day, Darling." I flip my hair with my hand and laugh as he rolls his eyes.

"You'd still look that good without all that time."

"Just drive, idiot." We both chuckle before he pulls out of the driveway.

I feel my face heat up as soon as I looked out the window, though. Any compliments from him were worth taking note of.

We worked at the same library, but different jobs. Dream worked as an organizer, helping customers if they needed recommendations or needed help finding a book. I worked as a cashier.

Dream loves to read. I never got why. Whenever he talks about a new one he read, his eyes light up and he gets so enthusiastic about if.

I can't say I don't care though, because I love seeing him like that. I love to see him happy.

I'm snapped out of thought when Dream reaches over and turns up the radio, humming the lyrics softly. I've never heard him sing, but god, did I want to.

"I hate this song." I state jokingly, noticing his face of offense, "how do you not like this song?"

"I just don't." I shrug. It wasn't the truth. I've heard him play it several times and I've grown to like it the more it played. I knew it was his favorite and he's been wanting to go to the band's concert for forever.

"Yeah, right." He laughs, singing a few lyrics before humming again. I kept my eyes on him as if they were glued to him. I knew he caught me staring, but he didn't seem to mind.

I don't know how he thinks we're just friends. I think it's bluntly obvious that I'm in love with him. Okay, maybe "in love with him" is a stretch, but still.

"What do you want?" He turns the corner into the parking lot of a local coffee shop.

"Just the regular." He raises an eyebrow and looks up as if he was genuinely trying to remember.

"peppermint? No?"

I smile as I shake my head, "no, thanks."

We lock eyes for a couple seconds before he shakes his head, "okay. I'll be back!" He races out of the car and nearly slips getting to the door. I snort and look down at my feet, still laughing at his antics.

It seemed pointless to like my best friend. Well, my only friend, actually. Imagine that: liking your only friend. Stupid. Idiotic.

I knew Dream in high school, vaguely, but I still remember him. He's still friends with the people he was in high school. He's invited me plenty of times, claiming I'd like his friends, but I always refuse. I didn't want to meet more people. The idea of growing close to more than one person terrified me

It gets awkward, so whenever he tells me he has plans, I assure him I can ride the bus.

The car door shutting is what takes me out of my thoughts. I look over at Dream, immediately helping him carry everything.

"They added peppermint even when I told them not to-" he breathes, "but this elderly woman was-"

I smile and grab the drink he gives me, "it's fine, Dream."

"I got a free croissant though! So now we have three. Which we can give to Laila, though what if she already ate? What if she-" I take my croissant

"you're rambling."

"Right, sorry." He takes a deep breath before starting the car, and looking behind him so he doesn't run into anything.

I take pieces of the croissant, only eating a bit before I realize I'm not hungry. I feel full, though I didn't eat.

After we pull into the parking lot, we sit there for a few minutes. Enjoying the silence.

"Are you ready?" I blink and nod my head.

"yeah."

"Are you sure?" I nod again, rubbing my eyes,

"yeah."

"Why did we wake up so early?" I groan, noticing that the shop wasn't even open.

Dream shrugs, "just wanted to see you sooner, I guess."

"Rushed me out of the door, too." I roll my eyes and collect all my things. I looked over to him and smiled, silently telling him I wasn't actually mad.

I would hate myself if he actually thought I was mad about waking me up. I couldn't be mad.

We stare at each other for a little while before I reach over for the door handle, opening it slowly. The cold air slips into the car slowly, but neither of us seem to care until I clear my throat, "Sapnap's coming."

He looked behind him to see the familiar car that came by every morning. He sighs and runs his hand in his hair, "you look fine, lover boy." I chuckle, opening the door, "I'll see you inside."

"George."

"Hm?"

"Why don't you ever stay whenever Sapnap and Karl come around?"

I shrug, "they aren't my friends."

"Hey, Dream!"

I smile, "I should-"

"George, just let me introduce you, please." His eyes were pleading for me to stay, "I really think you guys will get along."

"Fine."

The smile that spread on his face grew, and it made me hate the idea a little less. But that didn't mean I wasn't against it. I just wanted to leave.

Even if I got that smile.

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there won't be any plot points until next chapter but I promised there'd be a chapter on the first so here it is :)!

notes:
- this fanfic is complete fiction and has absolutely nothing to do with the ccs as people.