Concrete Angel - dreamnotfound

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TW: mention of abuse and eating disorders

After George applied a little more makeup to his bruises, he made his way downstairs. Since he's been beaten so many times, he's able to cover his limping easier than he thought. He took painkillers and walked out of his room. His father sat on the couch and looked at George while he was putting his coat on.

"I can't believe you're still actually going to go out after that." He scoffed. George looked at him and started to open the door.

"Well, it's better hanging out with him than it is being here." With that, he shut the door. He was scared that his father was going to open the door and chase after him, but he didn't. Though, George still walked quickly to Dream's car and got in.

"Go, drive away." George said, startling Dream. "What?" Dream questioned. "Just fucking go, hurry!" George yelled.

Dream put the car into gear and sped off. George put his seatbelt on and let out a shaky breath. His ribs were still severely damaged and hurt everytime he breathed out.

"George, are you okay?" Dream asked, very concerned.

"Yes, I-I'm fine. Why do you ask?" George panicked.

"You seem shaken up, did something happen?"

"No." George was quick to respond, but not wanting this conversation to continue he spoke before Dream could. "Uh, where are we going exactly?"

"We could go back to my place. My parents aren't home." Dream said, not even thinking. 

"Dream." George scolded.

"What?" He looked at the brunette giving him the 'really?' sort of look. "George. I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah, sure you didn't." George sarcastically says.

"You know what, I've been meaning to talk to you about that." He starts. "I noticed the last couple of times I've teased you on certain things, you've seemed really uncomfortable. If you ever do not want me to do something that makes you feel that way, let me know. I would never want you to make you uncomfortable." He finishes. George sighs and he speaks up.

"Dream, nothing you do makes me uncomfortable. Our moment in the kitchen last night was actually needed and in the bathroom this morning I was just tired. Trust me, I will tell you if I ever have a problem like that." He smiles and looks at Dream. The blonde quickly takes his eyes off the road to catch that beautiful smile then looks back.

"Okay, good." Dream turns his eyes back onto the road and George looks out the window to see the familiar big house come into view. They both get out of the car and walk inside. Dream tells George to meet him in his room, while he makes popcorn. George nods and goes upstairs.

Once he reaches Dream's room, he takes in the smell. That's another thing he really likes about Dream. His smile, his hair, his eyes, his style. Now his scent. That's not weird. He thinks. George takes a seat in his gaming chair and spins around.

"I'm back with popcorn!" Dream says. George takes a handful out of the bowl and sets the salty snack in his hands. "George, that is what the bowl is for." Dream looked at him.

"Oh whoops." George laughed while eating another piece of popcorn from his hand-bowl. Dream noticed George was eating more and that made him happy. Before his two other friends left this morning, Dream asked Karl about his eating habits and Karl said it wasn't his place to share. But nevertheless, the brunette spilled and Dream just nodded.

Karl said that he's noticed that his disorder had gotten better ever since he and George had started to become friends. Saying something along the lines of "you've been distracting him from it." and that made Dream very happy. Never has he ever thought, he would actually save someone from something like that.