runaway

nine ~ relief

- quick chapter (not descriptive, maybe will rewrite / edit soon)
George's POV

I open my eyes, the light shines through the thin curtains, painting the room this beautiful grey color.

As all my senses begin to wake up, the smell of Dream invades my sense of smell. I looked behind me before realizing he wasn't here. It was his sweater.

'keep the sweater, by the way. You look nice in my things.'

I pull the sweater up over my nose and take a deep breath, finding an instant comfort. It wasn't complete comfort, though. My stomach still aches at the thought of him, or how my heart would clench every time he said my name.

Yeah, yesterday didn't fix anything at all.

I pull my hand up to my lip, still feeling the tingle that was left there earlier. I can't believe he did that. I don't know how he thought that would make it any better.

I toss my arm over my eyes and sigh, "you suck."

I sit up, feeling a rush of energy flicker through my body slowly, my body telling me I had to start the day. I look at the time and notice it's already one pm.

I could hear my mom's tv show downstairs, but also some laughter. Familiar laughter. 

I slowly walk down the carpeted hallway, the voices finally becoming recognizable. I look around the corner and see a lot of people. However, what caught my attention was Dream on the floor, making silly faces to the kid sat in front of him.

I wait for the kid to leave before quickly walking towards him, sitting next to him without disrupting the others.

"He's alive!" Jane cheers, causing everyone to laugh. I look around and my eyes widen as I start to get my eyes adjusted to the new light in this room.

Amelia.

"Thanks." Dream mutters as someone hands him a glass of water.

David.

I look around at the kids and start to recognize them too.

What are they doing here?

"Something wrong?" I look over at Dream, who was looking at me over the glass jar he held. "No- nothing's-"

"George! It's been so long!" Amelia says forcefully, the fake smile plastered on her face as she walks closer, "hi, Amelia."

She comes around and hugs me awkwardly before making her way back to mom. "Are you sure?" Dream asks again, never taking his eyes off of me. "No."

"Amelia, what are you doing here?" I ask out loud, interrupting the conversation she was having with Jane, "oh, uhm...I wanted to see my mom and my brother without dad or Daisy being here?"

She spoke her words as if they were obvious. She spoke the words as if she does this every weekend.

"Plus, I wanted you guys to see the kids." She lifts the youngest one on her hip before snapping her attention to Dream, "anywho, who's this?"

"It's George's bo-!" Mom begins.

"Friend." I interrupt, "co-worker, really." I glance at Dream and pretend I don't see his pained reaction.