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Being a bitch ♦

  

Being a bitch

🛑TW: Self-harm, cussing, and blood

Third-person POV

Dream was being a bitch, not as in 'i'm gonna slap your ass, and get you all to fluster the teas you about it' No, no he was being a bitch as in 'I'm gonna yell at you if you look at me' kind of bitch, and it was really getting to George, for Dream never acted like this. It hurt George whenever Dream would have a temper tantrum, Dream would yell, throw stuff and punch walls.

George had once said shipping made him uncomfortable, so Dream just stopped flirting with George, stop making comments stupidly cute. It wasn't what George wanted, not at all, but now he is sitting in a bathroom in Florida crying. Once again Dream had had one of his temper tantrums, but this was so much different. When Dream was yelling at George for making a mess, the brit had enough, his body doing its own thing and *smack* George slapped him real hard, Dream was still in shock, his best friend just slapped him, but was not the only thing. Dream had realised how disgusting his behaviour had been this past week, it literally hit him.

George stood up from his original poisoning on the floor, hovering over the sink, the salty tears one by one escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks. He took a shaky breath before pulling the cabinet door open, searching for something sharp, sharp enough to cut through his pale skin. He hovering the sharp, little blade over his forearm, slowly pushing the blade into his skin, next to all the other marks. Blood dripped into the sink and some onto the floor right below. It hurts, but at the same time it felt good, it felt good cause all the pain he felt from the situation with Dream was drained out with the pain from the blade reapitaty digging into his arm. There was a soft knock on the door, scaring George a little, causing him to drop the blade in his hand. The sound of the blade hitting the sink was louder than George thought it would be, loud enough to be heard by the male standing on the other side of the bathroom door.

"George, I'm sorry, I really I'm it's just- When you got here, when I saw you, when I felt your soft touch I realised something-" Dream said in a pleading voice, knowing exactly what was going on behind that door, Dream was hoping to tell George what changed but was cut of by the older male.

"What!? What did you realise!? That you hate me, that you never liked me, that I'm not good for you!?" George cried out, he wasn't mad at Dream, if Dream just apologised and gave George a good reason for why he was being like this, then he could throw himself on the younger one.

"NO! Not at all like that! George, please just open the door so I can talk to you face to face! Please." Dream pleaded once again, he really wasn't expecting George to open the door after how disgusting he had been behaving, but George swung the door open, almost immediately failing forward into the male on the other side. His arm was full of scars and blood dripping down onto the floor, and smudged against Dream's Green hoodie, his eyes red and puffy because of the crying. Dream wrapped his arms around the brit supporting him. His crying continued, his salty tears staining Dream's hoodie. Dream softly grabbed Geroge's chin lifting his face up, so his brown eyes met green.

"I don't dislike you, I love you, you aren't just 'good enough' for me, you are way too good for me, I'm an idiot thinking nothing would change between us when we meet, I always knew I couldn't hide my feelings for you. When you said you didn't like the shipping, I was mad, but not at you, at myself, for falling in love with you. I was hoping that you would change your mind, but you didn't so I broke, I'm broken and I let my emotions take over, mostly my anger, cause I was mad at myself for not telling you." Tears were streaming down his face, a weight lifted off his shoulders, he felt free, he smiled again, but that quickly changed when he saw George's expression, he looked scared. "I'm sorry, I should have realised that you don't love me-" Geroge's soft lips were on Dream's, and for the first time Dream didn't want to scream in anger but in happiness.

The kiss was soft, loving, Geroge felt like...like- he didn't even know, he had been waiting for this moment, for years. Geroge had admitted to himself he loved Dream more than a friend when he was about 23, which was 2 years ago. Dream, on the other hand, fell hard and fast, they hadn't even known each other for a year, before he realised he loved his 'friend', and everything about him.

After a few seconds, Geroge pulled away, and asked that one question that would change everything.

"Will you be my boyfri-" George was cut off by Dream kissing his lips, pulling him really close, Dream's hand on George's waist, and the brits hands on Dream's neck.

"That's a yes, if you didn't understand." Dream said after pulling away.

"I think I got that." George giggled. "Emm...sorry I slapped you" Dream cucked. "It's fine baby." Dream answered, then pulled him into a hug.

After some hugging, Dream got George back into the bathroom washing his arm off, then wrapping his scares up with bandages, giving him a peck on the cheek. Then picked the shorter one up, bridge style, carrying him into his (Dream's) bedroom, cuddling up to him before falling asleep.