Human

chapter fourteen

"You look rough."

"Thanks, Nadine." George frowned at her, following her up the steps of his home. It felt like he hadnt been here in years. 

She led him to his room, where he collapsed onto his bed with a loud sigh.

She stood at the doorway, arms folded over her chest. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," He mumbled into his pillow, hugging it. "I just want to get through the rest of this year, and get on with my life."

"Thats fair," Nadine smiled, "You want me to let you sleep, then? You seem tired."

"Thanks," He said, nodding.

She replied by turning off his light, and closing his door.

The only sound came from his ceiling fan above him. He sighed, rolling onto his back to stared up at it.

How would he move forward like this. Knowing what he wants but too scared to achieve it. That was scary to him.

George was scared of love, he started to realize this a while ago. He was scared of someone truly seeing him. And, someone was finally starting to.

Did it make much sense? Not really, no. In fact, it hurt. It hurt to push Dream away as much as George was. But, he was scared. This was something he needed to do for both of them, because he was scared.

He didnt want to hurt Dream, and he didnt want Dream to hurt him.

Dating him would be hard, why would Dream ever want that?

George closed his eyes, shutting off his thoughts. It was too much for now. He'd think about this later. When he needed to. When he had no other choice.

New Years rolled around fast.

George was slowly starting to get back into things, and he was smiling a bit more as well. He and his parents, of course, never talked about the things that had happened.

They had all collectively chosen to forget about the little event. Maybe that was for the best. Because fighting was too much for them all right now.

George needed a break.

He deserved one.

"What happened to us hanging out this New Years?" Nadine frowned. She watched as George whipped around his room, struggling to get ready.

He turned to her as he sprayed on way too much cologne. "Sapnap wants to go out tonight, a college party. No Dream, just us."

She raised an eyebrow. "And? You said it would be us and rootbeer floats!"

"Sorry," He replied, handing her the cologne as he passed by her. George pulled on his overcoat, fixing his sleeves underneath it. He jogged down the stairs, doing a mental check to make sure he had everything. "Ill be home later, i promise!"

"Traitor!" She yelled from the top of the stairs, throwing the cologne down at him.

The bottle rolled down the stairs, down into the kitchen floor. George yelled out a goodbye to her, reminding him of his promise.

If he got home early enough, their tradition was still on. If not, there was always next year.

On the train. He messaged Sapnap when he sat down on the train. He watched as Sapnap read it, struggled to reply, and sent a quick thumbs up for a response.

George scoffed, sliding his phone in his pocket. Maybe he was pre drinking, and thats why he was sending such a stupid reply. Either way, George would definitely kick his ass when he got to Sapnaps dorm room.