'You followed me home. You snuck into my house. You saw my life. You know my life. Then you date me. All for a stupid bet.' Stray tears managed to slip down his cheeks. 'I let you in..and you do this.?' He roughly wiped his tears, shaking his head. 'And hell, you will probably tell your friends that you made me cry, but you'll leave out the apology part because you're so full of yourself.' George jabbed Dream's chest with a finger, shaming him. Dream slipped back into George's room, holding George's trembling body with secure arms. He only cried into Dream's chest, punching the tall blonde. 'I hate you I hate you I hate you..!'
Dream lay on George's bed, the brunette asleep on his chest. He had cried himself to sleep. Dream felt bad, but he wasn't about to make himself the victim. He was taking responsibility. He knew what he did was wrong. He knew he hurt George. He hated himself for that. He sighed, deep in his thoughts. He was thinking when he'd see all of his friends again. His dumb friends. His immature friends. School. That would be the time. Okay. He planned to avoid all of them, he would just hang out with George. Just George. That is, if the brunette even let him.
Dream slipped out from under George, being careful as to not wake him up. He grabbed his phone. what time was it? 2:45 He looked at the sleeping brunette, admiring his ever feature. He sighed, walking to the already opened window. Dream looked back one last time at his blue before slipping out of the window.
He mentally slapped himself, his decisions had led him to be walking home at 2 in the morning, a king walk at that. And to top it all off, he was tired as hell. Yes, he was grateful to be able to see George, more importantly to be able to apologize to him, but he was tired. He may not have felt it, but once he was settled down, the unfortunate feeling of being exhausted from the day, sank into his body.
After what felt days of walking through endless streets, he got to his house. He walked up the porch steps, putting his hand on the doorknob. He went to go twist it, only to realize it was locked. The door was locked. He went to every window and door. Locked. What . The fuck. All of that walking, all of that walking for the goddamn house to be LOCKED. GOD DAMMIT
As much as he loved George, he wasn't about to go all the way back. He thought about who was closest. Well shit The only person closest to him was Sapnap. Or he could just sleep on his porch..? Eany meany miny moe, catch a tiger by its toes, if he hollers let him go.
Porch it was. Oh when he woke up his back would be in so much pain.
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