runaway

ten ~ I'm okay.

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Dream's POV

The door shuts behind George and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My wrist aches, but I didn't really care knowing that it helped restrain George in some way. Amelia stood in silence as her eyes bounced around the tidy room. It wasn't until she let out a quiet sob that I realized I probably should say something.

"What's up with you?" I stand up and grab a loose backpack that George had laying around. It had our high school's mascot pinned onto it, so I'm guessing he hasn't used this since high school.

As I start stashing pairs of clothes in it, I started to really think about that coincidence. I only went to school here for our senior year, but I do remember George. Despite me being in football and having little to no interaction with George, I did know who he was.

He was my "hallway crush", if that makes sense. I'd purposely make my friends (usually Sapnap) walk the halls with me at lunch just to see him in the corner of a corridor with his head in a history book or doing last-minute homework. As much as George says he hates it, he's actually always been interested in history and old architecture. I won't tell him I know though. Every time he'd pass me in between classes, I'd catch a glimpse of him and just feel super giddy.

He was my high school crush that no one knew about. He was quiet, top of the class.

When I saw him walk into the library that day to apply for the job, I had to at least talk to him. I knew he was guarded and I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it was worth a shot, right?

"Are you and my brother dating?" Amelia finally asks, snapping me out of my head. I grab his phone and his charger on the bed, stuffing them in the bag quickly. "No."

"Then why call him 'darling?'" I chuckle, "it's a joke that's none of your business."

"Is my brother gay?" I toss the bag over my shoulder and finally look up at her, "do you want the bullshit answer or the truth?"

"The truth." I twist my wrist around as another pain goes through it, "I don't know."

"That isn't the truth." I shrug, "I genuinely don't know."

"What's the bullshit answer?" I walk around her towards the door, "no." I pause, "just think about what I said, Amelia. Trust me. Maybe your family would like you better. See you around." I walk out of the room and down the loud hallway, entering an even louder atmosphere of children and adults.

"Uhm- hi." I say, waving towards George's mother and her caretaker, "I'm going to take George for a couple days, is that okay?" His mom lets out a laugh and waves her hand, "go ahead, sweetheart. I'll be perfectly fine." I grin, instantly feeling a lot better than I was, "thank you so much! I promise to return him by all needs!" They all share a laugh again as they wave me off.

I quickly slide on my shoes and race out to the car, fighting the cold atmosphere that hit my face. It's nearing Halloween and I'd figure I'd have him stay until then. It's only in three days. That should be plenty of time, right? 

As I get into the car, I place the bag in front of him on the floor, starting the car immediately to warm it up. "What is that?"

"You're staying with me for a couple days." He looks up at me, "what?"

"Only until the first. Is that—" I inhale, "is that okay?"

He nods, "yeah. That's okay."

We sit in silence for a while as the generated warm air hits us suddenly, the car finally able to become comfortable. "Are you okay?" I ask, the response being a nod, "are you okay?"

I shrug, "just a little pissed, but I'm okay."

"I'm sorry." George apologizes softly, "I didn't mean to get like that in front of you."

"it's okay." I forgive, finally looking away so it didn't seem to intimate. "I'm okay."

"Did I hurt your wrist?" He questions, "I noticed you were twisting it and-"

"I'm fine, George. I promise." I laugh and lock our eyes together again, all the worry seeping out of his eyes as if he didn't believe my response. I reach my hand up and cup his jaw, keeping eye contact with him. I felt his breath when he exhaled, "Dream-"

I lean forward and rest my forehead onto his. I move my hand slowly, now engulfing his chin in my hand. His breath hit my thumb that was resting on his bottom lip. "George. I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" I press a kiss on the tip of his nose, "mhm." I press another tender kiss to his cheekbone, "I'm okay." George's eyes finally shut when I press another kiss right under his left ear. His neck craned to the side, letting out a small whimper when I left a trail down to his pulse point. As soon as I felt his breathing pick up, I stop and rest my forehead back to his, "Dream, what are you-"

"I really, really want to kiss you but I feel like every time I want to, It's just never the time." I whisper, my hand finally going slack and resting on top of his, which was resting on the compartment between us. "do you know what you're doing to me, Darling?"

"Not a clue, sweetheart." I chuckle as we intertwine our fingers together, "we're in front of your mother's house, just got done telling your sister off—" I pause for a moment before pressing yet another kiss on his nose, "you're everything, by the way—"

"Dream!" George flushes, turning away from me, "stop."

"No, I want to tell you." I lift my free hand and turn his face back towards me, "we're in front of your mother's house,  just got done telling your sister off, and I just want to kiss you. I can barely remember all the bad things when you're in front of me, George."

"Then why won't you?" His question caught me off guard, making me pull away slightly. "Because I don't just want to kiss you. I want it to be something that-" I stop talking, not even knowing what I'm saying. "W-What?"

"Means something to you." the car grew quiet for a moment before George's stifled laughter erupts from his lips. As his laughter gets more noticeable, I start laughing too, "why are you laughing?"

"Are you—" he laughs, "are you serious?"

I nod anxiously, my confession getting muddied into my mouth for so long that the one I just gave seemed pathetic. "Dream, you'd be my first kiss. Unless you're a bad kisser, I don't think I could hate the situation."

"What—?"

"You'd be my first kiss, Dream." I smile lightly and look away, "which only proves my point more."

"what's your point?"

"To make it worthy."

"We should go before they come out here—" I chuckle, "okay."

"Okay."