The Fill-in Boyfriend // DNF

-~12~-

He was actually doing this.

He was going with Dream–as a couple–to his ex's party out of spite. Because he wasn't man enough to fix his own problems.

George sighed, resting his head against the steering wheel, hands grasped tightly around the contraption.

He was currently parked a block away from Dream's house, procrastinating about driving over and picking up the man he wished to avoid to go to the number one person's house he wanted to never see again. His stupid fucking ex.

Without taking his head from the wheel, George rotated his head up to glance at the time splayed across the screen of his dashboard.

5:57 pm.

He was already late. To both things at this point.

Another sigh.

Just two more minutes. Just 120 more seconds to collect himself and prepare mentally for the event tonight. And if he thought long and hard about it, he could imagine everything didn't exist outside his car.

Another glance at the time.

6:06 pm.

Oops. He hadn't meant to daydream for that long. Quickly, he started the engine and pulled away from the curb, rumbling the rusty vehicle down the street and into Dream's driveway.

An empty porch awaited George. Not much to his surprise as he hadn't expected Dream to just be waiting for him on the porch.

He sighed a third time, slamming his car door shut behind him with a little extra force to expel some anger about the whole situation before jogging up the stairs to the door.

He curled his fingers into a tight fist and rapped sharply. Faintly, a voice called out a 'come in' and he cautiously opened the front door.

The sight was familiar. The living room neatly tidied and pristine carpet and furniture placed strategically about the floor. Everything George had already seen on his stay here.

Dream appeared in the hallway, a beach worthy outfit fitted on him, clicks of his sandals coming to a stall as he stopped a few feet away from George. He swept over George's own fit with a flick of his green eyes.

"I almost thought you were going to ditch me." Dream said, a hint of playfulness and seriousness battled for dominance in his question.

George wasn't sure which he meant, but he decided to go the safe route.

"Heh. Me? Never, I just got held up a bit." The sentence neither denying nor confirming what he really meant.

Dream nodded. "So are we going as friends? Or a couple?"

"A couple." George said affirmatively. He avoided Dream's eyes. Last thing he needed was more conflict with himself. He wasn't... he didn't even know at this point.

"Alright. Same rules?"

"Same rules."

Dream gestured for George to leave the house with him, trailing down the porch and into George's embarrassment of a car.

"Where are we headed?" Dream asked once they were strapped in and on the road. He leaned his forehead against the window and watched the palm trees pass by in blurs of color.

George glanced over discreetly, taking the time to take in Dream's outfit. A typical button up shirt was thrown over his shoulders without being put on completely, exposing Dream's chest. He could see the hardened lines of what he knew were abs and his whole skin was polished with a perfect tan. A pair of swim trunks and sandals finished the look. And what a look it was.