I Used to Know -DNF-

Chapter 32 - We Need To Break Up

Song Recommendation - Six Feet Apart (Alec Benjamin)

"Clay?"

George and Dream jumped apart. George's face was flushed, his mouth was covered in saliva, as was Dream's, and their lips were red and slightly puffy. Dream's hair was messed up. George's knees were parted. George slammed his hands down onto the desk, almost ripping out Dream's hair in the process. Dream slid his hands in his back pocket. They looked to the door, terrified.

The voice had been small, weak, meekly squeaked out from Drista.

"Wha-what's going on?" Drista whispered, quietly stepping into the room and closing the door behind her.

"Oh thank God," George muttered under his breath, placing one hand over his mouth.

"Drista, I can explain," Dream tried.

"I'm so glad you're not actually perfect," Drista said, following it up with a seemingly emotionless laugh, but Dream knew it was laced with relief and bitter victory. "By Da- Micheal's standards, anyway."

"None of us are perfect, Drista." Dream said, walking over to her and bending down to pull her into a comforting hug.

"I know." She opened her eyes to see George staring at her, with skepticism and concern written all over his face. "I won't tell. I promise."

That calmed both boys. Dream let go and started rummaging through his closet.

George hopped off the table, wiping his lips. "What are you doing, ba- Dream?" He asked, almost calling Dream "babe," but catching himself in case Micheal was across the hall.

"I said I needed something. So I'm taking something," he explained. He pulled out a water globe, a snow globe without snow, with a grass-and-flower field ground and golden glitter. The focus of the scene was a tree creating shadows across the flowering ground, and a swing that moved back and forth when it was shaken.

"Woah." George took it into his hands.

"I found it when I got back from the hospital. When I met Tubbo, I thought of it. The first things he asked me about were bees and flowers. It just reminded me of this," Dream smiled. It was a beautiful snow globe, all of them knew, even George. "And when I saw his and your room, it seemed even more perfect for him."

Drista nodded. "I think 'Tubbo' would like it. He sounds... like a cinnamon roll, to be honest."

"Do you know where it's from?" Dream asked, turning to her.

She nodded her head. "Some garage sale you went with Sapnap to once."

Dream nodded, too. "Then it's not providing happiness to me. Tubbo will like it more."

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Dream opened the door to their bedroom. He placed the water globe on Tubbo's desk.

"I guess Micheal wasn't as bad as you made him seem." George said, leaning against the post of the bunk bed closest to the door and crossing his arms comfortably.

"That's because you were there. At least he has a bit of a filter when other people are at our house." Dream rested a hand a Tubbo's desk.

George nodded and Dream turned around, avoiding eye contact. The blonde ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.

"We have to break up."

George scoffed and uncrossed his arms, knowing this wasn't what his boyfriend actually wanted. "Your father can't seriously have that much power over you. Over us."

"If we don't, I can kiss college goodbye." Dream looked his boyfriend in the eye and stepped closer to him. "It's also about protecting you. He might literally hunt you, George. I can't bare the thought of him hurting you."

George stood up and crossed to the middle of the bedroom. "Dream, we can still date, we just don't tell him."

"What if he finds out? What if he goes into a rage? What if- what if he hurts you? No, I'm not risking it. We have to break up."

"No. Fucking. Way. Not if I have anything to do with it," a voice says behind Dream.

They turn around to see that Wilbur is standing there, and Tubbo is peeking into the room from his seat at the dinner table.

"Wilbur?" George glances outside the room, making sure their mother isn't in the main room before going past him, not breaking eye contact with his older brother and closing the door on Tubbo.

"You can't leave my brother again," Wilbur continues to Dream. His eyes were ablaze with anger. "I saw him after the car crash, even if neither of us knew it yet. You two were in a relationship, did you know?"

"What?" Dream's eyes widened and looked past Wilbur to George. "Is that true, George?"

"Damn right it's true!" Wilbur yelled at Dream. "Do you know how much he cried? How much it hurt when you left so suddenly? How much it hurt this entire fucking family to see him like that-"

"Wilbur," Dream cut him off. "I'm sorry, but I didn't have much say in any of that!"

"I'm not saying you did!" Wilbur yelled. "I'm saying that you already hurt my little brother once, you don't get to go and fucking do it again!"

They fell quiet. Dream's gaze falling to his shoes.

"I'm... so, so sorry. I would've never done that willingly."

"I know you wouldn't, it's okay," George said, finally stepping past Wilbur. "You were hurt. Plus, afterwards, you didn't remember."

"That's the thing..."

Wilbur and George perked up, and the door creaked to show a Tubbo listening very intently to the conversation.

"I think I... I remembered that. I wrote it off as a dream, because I thought you hated me for something I couldn't remember, so I had no idea how to fix it."

George stepped closer. So did Tubbo.

"I grew up hearing that dreams were something you wanted in life. So I thought- I thought it was something I was just wishing for."

George took Dream's hands.

"I think that's why I named myself Dream. I wanted to be everything I'm not."

George kissed him on the cheek. "I'm glad you remember that."

Dream blushed, but tried to hide it. "I am, too."

"When did you remember it?" George asked simply.

"Childhood stuff, two days ago. Sap and I in high school, a week ago."

George lifted himself onto his tip-toes and gave Dream a kiss on the lips, fully aware of both his brothers right behind him.

"Aww, how cute," Wilbur cooed, placing a hand over Tubbo's eyes. "Now please stop."

The couple laughed. They went back into the dining room to play a game of Clue with Tubbo and Wilbur, some questions answered but more of the unknown lingering between them, and the thought of Dream's father and his beliefs threatening their future.

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A/N

I was feeling nice, so it was Drista at the door ;)

Ahaha... I feel like Dream rn.

So basically I fell off a treehouse a few years back. Since then I haven't had as big of a vocabulary so it's hard to communicate what I'm trying to say, and my memory has been shit both ways (before and after the "accident") and apparently I did something in elementary school that my friend brought up today. I have absolutely no memory of it 😅

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Please vote and comment if you like the story!

Love ya!

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