Dream
It all came back. Dream remembered now. He remembered his friends talking about the bet. Right by Georges locker.
What he didn't forget though, was what Tommy said. His words engraved in his mind. 'You fucked up'.
And he was right. He did. But he had also actually started to like George. Maybe the bet was useful. It had helped him find love. But now that was ruined.
In fact his whole chance was ruined. But in all honesty, all he wanted to do was apologize to George. He didn't want to go hang out with Sapnap, or Punz, or anyone. He wanted George.
Dream couldn't sit down, he couldn't be still. He paced around his room, thinking of how he could apologize to George quickly, and sincerely.
He never meant to hurt the brunette. He was dumb. He was arrogant. He was full of himself. He let his pride get to his head. And his pride hit him in the heart in return.
After what felt like only seconds of pacing around, hisself restless, he had the perfect idea. He'd done it before and he'd do it again.
He stumbled over his own feet, rushing to get shoes on. He hopped out of house, still putting on his shoe. He ran. Ran like his life depended on it.
By the time he left, it was 12:48. By the time he got to George's, it was 1:12. It took him 36 minutes to run to the brunette's house.
He didn't hesitate to pull himself up onto the roof, getting help from garbage bins. He clambered up onto the roof, carefully, but quickly, going to George's window.
The lights were off, but that was not about to stop him. He knocked vigorously, hoping that he wasn't asleep.
He continued to knock when there wasn't an answer. wait. Dream totally forgot that George, for some reason, always kept his window unlocked, and cracked open. He cursed himself out as he opened the window.
He easily managed to slip through, pausing to look at the brunette. He want asleep. He was ignoring the knocks. 'Georgie?'
'Why are you here' 'George I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I admit it, I was being a stuck up bitch and was way to confident. My pride was through the roof and I didn't stop myself. I took that bet and my biggest mistake was doing that. But I guess it also was helpful, because I really did fall in love with you. And I hate that you had to find out from my loud friends. I felt bad, I still feel bad. I feel like a shitty person, what I did was and is shitty. I just-' he sighed, shaking his head, 'I hope you can forgive me. I'll leave you be now, I just wanted you to know. ' Dream was already halfway out of the window before a hand grabbed his arm.
Dream looked up, to see the familiar face of a British brunette. His eyes held no emotion. His usually soft brown eyes, seemed darker. Perhaps it was lighting? I mean the only lights that were on were red led lights.
After what felt like hours of just staring into each other's eyes, he spoke.
'I wish I never met you honestly.'
...what..?
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