spring secrets | dnf

7- Dream

dream

"Do you think forever exists?" George asks, breaking the silence that's been stuck in the air since we laid down.

The spring air felt chilly right after you got out of the cool water, but it was still somehow perfect. The noises and the wind and the person next to me. It was perfect.

"No." I answer honestly, "but that doesn't mean that nothing in permanent."

The moment we're sharing right now is private, I know. No one else is around and we're both feeling a lot after what just happened moments ago in that lake.

"What's your definition of 'permanent?'" I glance over at him but his eyes are still focused on the sky that still was painted a bright blue.

"Something that stays for a long period of time." I answer, closing my eyes to calm the nerves in my chest. "Kinda like history."

George is quiet for a little before he chuckles, "you're a history nerd?"

"Nah, I hate history. I still respect it though."

"Why?"

That takes a moment for me to answer.

"It shows what mistakes were made and what we could do to prevent it from happening again."

"History will always repeat, Dream, I don't think that's accurate."

It was my turn to laugh.

"Yeah, but we do know how to prevent it being twice as bad. We have evidence and something to look back on."

I hear shuffling, causing me to open my eyes and glance over at George. He was laying on his side, now looking at me. I do the same.

He reaches up and grabs my hand that I placed in the middle in hopes he'd eventually take it. It makes me smile.

"Dream?"

"Yeah?"

George's eyes grow with this look of pity, maybe even sorry.

"Why did you—" he circles the ring on my index finger, "why did you kiss me?"

I didn't know how to phrase the answer. Usually, I'd just match his tone and make up bullshit but he seems like he's sorry as if I'm not the one who got on him.

"I'm sorry." I start, "I know I should've asked first and whether you'd enjoy it at all, but—" I stop to swallow the nervous lump in my throat, "it was wrong. I'm sorry."

I reduce my gaze to focus on our intertwined hands, trying not to study on what George is thinking right now as we stay silent.

This wasn't what I was thinking when I asked if he wanted to do something. I planned on just taking a stroll throughout town. But I also planned on actually telling him my likings toward him. You can see where that ended up.

Moments ago, George and I strolled along the lake, eventually going in after many arguements that it's still too cold and what not. I convinced George we'd be fine and he joined in.

Things started to pick up and we got closer.

I kissed him.

"I like you, Dream." I glance back up at him to find his serious expression, a small smile creeping up when he realized I'm reading him. Is he serious?

"What!"

"I like you." He shuffles closer and rests his other hand over mine so it was enclosed. "I like it."

"George—"

This had to be a dream; a damn good dream. Maybe we didn't actually swim. He probably convinced me to settle for a while and lay on the grass. The sun probably grew warm and I fell asleep.

The tingle on my lips and the way his skin shines seems too real though. I felt George's hand, I feel his heat, I felt his mouth.

"Dream, I'm serious."

I take my other arm and bring it up over my eyes, still keeping my other hand intertwined with George's hands.

We sit in silence until I'm able to calm myself.

"I like you, too." I look over and smile, "a lot."

And then I woke up.