spring secrets | dnf

10- Talk To Me

for cayds, ily. thank you for the endless amount of support <3
- fizz

george

As I walked up to the familiar door, I thought of a million things that could go wrong and ways to not do that.

I knock on the door and there was no answer, causing me to worry. I look back and see Dream's new car in its parking spot, so they're here, right?

I knock again, stepping side to side anxiously.

"What are you doing—?" Sapnap rubs his eyes as he opens the door, "it's 7 am, George—"

It finally seems to process in his head who I am before he shuts the door. A few moments later, he opens it again, "you're here for Dream, right?"

"I'm here for you too, actually." I shrug, looking down, "kill two birds with one stone."

He leans his head on the doorframe with his eyes shut and yawns, "yeah, but seven in the morning?"

"Sorry. Niki and Cara went to work and—"

Why was it suddenly so hard to speak to them?

"I'm not mad."

"Are you mad?" I ask, looking up to see if that backwards questions raised a reaction: it didn't.

"No." He lifts himself up, "but it could've gone easier."

"I know, and I'm sorry."

He returns to the insanely comfortable couch they have and covers himself back up with a loose blanket they always seem to have around. "Just be sorry you woke me at seven o'clock."

"Hi, George." I look over my shoulder and see Karl in the kitchen. I smile and wave.

I never knew if Sapnap and Karl every worked out. I remember it used to be a betting game between Dream and I. I'm 99.9% sure that it was just the same ten dollars we passed around until we eventually used it.

"Anyway—" I look back over at Sapnap as he turned over, "Dream isn't here. He's away for a trip with his family today."

"Just today?"

"I thought he said the rest of the week?" Karl questions, confusing the entire situation more. "I didn't even know he left yet."

"Well, he could still be here, I don't know."

"His car is still—"

"What is all the noise over here?" Dream walks in, rubbing his eyes with his hand. We both lock eyes and I look away immediately. I can't look at him. "Oh. George."

"I said we'd talk later."

"At seven in the morning?"

Sapnap sits up abruptly and points at Dream, "thank you! It's too early for romantic tragedy, go back to sleep."

Karl laughs.

I look back up at Dream, he was still looking at me. We spoke with our eyes, his expression asking what I was doing here.

"Can we talk?" I whisper, "outside?"

We stare at each other for a few more moments before Dream turns around and walks towards his bedroom.

Okay, that works too.

The other two watched the entire interaction so I look at both of them and send a small smile before following behind Dream.

As soon as the door shut behind us, the room got silent. I kept my eyes to the ground, afraid to look around at the room I once slept in.

"What are you here for, George? It's seven in the morning."

I kept my eyes on the ground as I took a deep breath, the ability to breathe coming back to me.

"I'm sorry." I mutter, "about everything."

Dream leans his weight onto the bed frame and crosses his arms, looking at me as if I had more to say. I still had plenty to say.

"I'm sorry for confusing you and causing you to hurt because I couldn't figure my emotions out." I inhale a shaky breath and try to stabilize my voice before breaking into a small grin to ease the mood a tad

Dream's still stayed silent, his position slightly shifting after a couple moments of complete silence. The silence where you can hear Karl and Sapnap outside. The silence where you can hear every single car that passes by. It's the silence that surpasses every other silence

"I forgive you." He finally states, causing me to finally look up from the ground. My eyes met his and I felt a strange warmth spread through my body. It started in my chest and expanded to my fingertips, the feeling exhilarating.

"Okay." I bite on the inside of my lower lip and hold back a grin as I watched him lean off the wood post and make his way towards me.

I kept my eyes on him until he was only feet away from me, close enough for me to grab and pull closer. Did I want to pull him closer?

My breath hitched in the back of my throat, making the room a bit warmer when he did step a large foot closer.

I shut my eyes and take a deep breath, making sure to conceal what emotions I don't want him to see. I don't want to seem vulnerable right now.

"George."

"Yeah?" I open my eyes and glance at him for a second.

"Why do you do this?"

He was almost hovered over me at this point, something that made it hard to breath in the small space I was compressed in.

"What?" My jaw tightens as he reaches his hand up to cup it. His fingertips were so cold when they touched my skin, I flinched. It caused a small amount of concern to reach his features and I wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

I reach up and finally tug him closer, our lips only inches apart. I grin when I start to notice his irregular breathing patterns, his own heart racing just as much as mine was.

"Why do you do this, George?" He whispers, his words slurring together as if he can't form a single sentence when I'm around, that made me prideful.

"Because I like you." I pull us a bit closer before I whisper, "a lot."

Our lips connect in a desperate pace, the kiss being slow and loving, connected. It was my first time kissing a guy, I wondered if I did it right. I wonder if he feels the same way I do right now.

The air packs up in my lungs and I pull away for a moment, glancing up at him to make sure there was no regret before bringing his mouth back into mine.

"I like you." He mutters when we do separate, his face still so close to mine. "Okay?"

"Okay."

I like you