Flower Fields- dnf

New Years

Happy New Year! I made dream blob in ceramics :) and now i'm making dream blob playing the drums

Happy Holidays!

NOT EDITED BTW

Fortunately for George, he got trapped in the bathroom the Monday before finals started so he didn't have to take any of his finals. Unfortunately, Dream had to, but George waited for him to come to his house after school. 

Now it was New Years Eve and he got woken up by his phone ringing in his ear. George declined it before rolling over and going back to sleep. Not even two seconds later the ringing started again and he groaned in frustration. He looked at the name and saw Sapnap was calling him, so he declined.

A few seconds later the phone rang again and George shot out of bed from anger and picked up the phone.

"What do you want?"

"Hello Sapnap, how are you Sapnap? Good morning Sapnap. I know you haven't had friends in a while because you were homeschooled, but that's how you greet someone."

"Bye Sapnap." George took the phone off of his ear and hovered his finger over the end call button. It was too early for this shit.

"Wait, I'm sorry don't hang up," George put the phone back to his ear and Sapnap started to explain, "We're having a New Years party at Dream's house since we couldn't hang out on Christmas. Be there at six." Sapnap hung up and George sat there processing for a minute.

George nodded and was happy Sapnap called him early so he could plan his day accordingly. He lazily looked at the clock and saw it was 4:30pm. He smiled before giving himself whiplash and looked at the clock.

"4:30?!?! THAT MOTHERFUCKER!" George leaped out of bed and to his closet to pick out an outfit. He looked at the temperature and saw that is was going to be cold, so he picked out some simple jeans and a hoodie. He grabbed his gifts for his friends, packed his bag, and grabbed a bottle of apple cider from the fridge before looking at the time and left the house. It was 5:45 so he was running a tad late, but if he walked fast he could get there in time. 

Eventually he made it to Dream's house and knocked on the door. Dream opened it and pulled George into a quick kiss before ushering him into the house.

"Everyone's in the living room but I would like to give you your Christmas present first," Dream smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs to his room. He reached under his bed and pulled out a sloppily wrapped present and handing it to George, "sorry about the wrapping."

"It's okay," George took a small wrapped box out of his bag and gave it to Dream, "this one's yours I think."

The two started opening the present and George gasped when he saw it. It was a silver chained necklace with a blue flower charm, on the back were the words, 'to my precious flower, -love, Dream' (sorry that was honestly so cringe I just couldn't think of anything cuter) George smiled brightly and clasped it onto his neck before looking at Dream who was looking at his box in awe with a big smile on his face. George had bought him a ring with his signature smiley face on it. On the inside of the ring he engraved the words 'love, George' with clout glasses next to the 'George.'

"Thank you," they both smiled in unison and Dream pulled him into a kiss. The kiss was short and sweet but filled with emotion. George could feel that Dream was happy as he was smiling into the kiss but so was George.

"Oi come down here and- AHHHH MY EYES! WILBURRRR, I'M TRAUMATIZED HELP!" Tommy burst into the room but ran out at soon he saw that Dream and George were kissing. They pulled away and laughed at Tommy before going downstairs to see the group sitting in front of the tv and watching the New York New Years Eve party.

The group sat around talking about the random things and Christmas came up.

"So George, "Bad started, "how was your Christmas?"

George smile faded. As much as he loved Christmas, this year kind of sucked. His mother had to work again so he was alone at the house. He tried to make himself feel better by baking cookies but it didn't work. So, he sat in room and played bedwars all day.

"It was fine. How was yours?"

Bad went on about his Christmas and George was glad to have the attention off of him. Dream rubbed his hand with his thumb, the cold metal of his smiley ring giving him a cooling sensation. 

Finally, it was 10 seconds to midnight (that would be a great band name lmao) and everyone was up out of his seats counting down.

"10!"

But George was wondering whether or not Dream would kiss him at midnight. He always saw it on TV and new it was a thing to do but he didn't know whether they were going to.

"9!"

Would Dream initiate the kiss or should I?

"8!"

What if he doesn't want a kiss at midnight?

"7!"

We didn't discuss what we were doing!

"6!"

What a pretty shiny ball.

"5!"

Focus George, are we doing this or not?!

"4!"

I don't know what I'm doing, how do you kiss again?

"3!"

AH WHAT DO I DO?!

"2!"

THIS WASN'T PLANNED! I NEED A PLAN!

"1!"

fuck it.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

The ball dropped and George turned and grabbed Dream by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to a kiss. Everyone was celebrating in the background and you can hear people setting off fireworks outside and cheering. 

The kiss was wonderful. It was like saying 'here's to a new year with more opportunities.' Dream eventually kissed back, shocked that George actually initiated the kiss and smiled. He was proud of how far George had come in the short amount of time that he'd known him. 

They pulled back and stared into each other's eyes. There was twinkle in Dream's eye telling George that he was happy and George grinned. Through all the troubles they've been through this year, they stayed together, and they were both happy for that.

George was so happy that he initiated the kiss that he found some determination and made his New Years resolution;

My new years revolution: Hug all the people I love and not freak out.

Word Count: 1060

So much for updating a lot on winter break. I had a christmas special planned but I couldn't get that out on time so I decided new years. ANYWAYS its 2022 and Betty White is fucking dead. Like what the actual fuck. Anyways I have a few story ideas brewing in my brain.