"... And I love him. Though I hate that word, because I don't think it truly encapsulates how I really feel about him. The way I love him is not the way I love the weather, or video games, or the dog I saw on the street. But I do, love him."
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BEATRICE (@busybee)
"Bea! Hi!" Sapnap was the first to engulf me in a hug. It was a warm, bear-like hug, and I felt comfort in it. "Hi!" I grinned as we separated. "How was the flight?"
"I hate flying, but it wasn't that bad." Dream responded as he came in for a hug next. His hug had a firm hold, almost like a hug you would give to an old friend. "How was the drive?"
"It was a big bitch to my back." I waved it off, turning to George. He was smiling, and his eyes shined in something of mischief. "Hey, ugly."
"Don't expect me to hug you too. I don't do hugs," he joked. I rolled my eyes, walking into his open arms. He held them around me, rubbing my back gently. George's hug stood out from Sapnap and Dream's. His felt stable, gentle, lingering. It was like being cold and wet from the rain, and then having a warm blanket engulfing you. It was like finding something you never knew you were searching for.
I shoved him off, unable to handle the overwhelming emotions I felt. With a teasing grin, I softly punched his shoulder. "Thanks for the tulips, idiot."
He rolled his eyes. "I did all that work to send you flowers from a different state and you treat me like this?" He raised a brow. "I need a sufficient 'thank you'."
"You suck."
They led me into the house, giving a brief tour. My room was in the left, right across from George's, while Dream and Sapnap's were in the right. The house was modern, and honestly much nicer than I was envisioning as a 'rented house'. Although, knowing Dream, I shouldn't have been surprised.
I shoved all my belongings into my room, immediately throwing myself onto my bed and sighing. "How are you tired? Didn't you sleep the entire way here?"
"Yeah, but my back hurts like a bitch right now," I mumbled, sounding muffled from my face in the pillow. I popped my head up, finding George leaning against my doorframe with his arms crossed. "How are you not tired from your flight?"
He shrugged, inviting himself in. "I'm just the best."
"Yeah, invite yourself in, sure." I sat up, leaning my back against the pile of pillows on my bed. His eyes travelled around the room curiously at my half-unpacked stuff. My breath hitched when I saw his eyes graze over the picture frame on my desk, but he quickly moved on and I felt relief fill my lungs.
"Your room is a mess, Bee," he scrunched his nose, standing in the middle of it all.
"Thanks, I bet yours is insanely clean," I remarked with a scoff. It wouldn't. I knew 100% that it would either be a replica of mine, or worse.
