Dancing On Broken Glass ((dnf))

I Knew This Would Happen

DREAMS POV
How do I possibly live like this? I'm in love with my best friend and he could have less of a clue. I wish I could just tell him, just burst out all of my feelings to him, what would even happen? George has always he'll support me no matter what, but if I tell him that i dream of him every night and LOVE him so much, 99% chance that it would ruin our friendship. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

GEORGE'S POV
He's my best friend, I cant like him. What if he hates me and just doesnt tell me? What if he thinks im disgusting? Clay would never do such a thing though, at least I hope. I feel like a little girl writing in my notes app about this boy who give less of a shit about me. I get super happy when he says "I love you" ! But hes never gonna love me like I love him. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

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Dream proceeded to close his journal, sighing in relief. its like he finally told somebody, and apparently the only somebody would be his journal.

George layed his phone down on his bed, looking at his ceiling he sighed. His own home didnt even feel like home, George ran his fingers through his hair, tears forming in his eyes. He immeditly grabbed his hoodie and keys and hopped in his car.

Dream's doorbell had rang. Huh? he never would get rings at this time, he walked downstairs to his front door. He opened the door, "George? What are you doing here, is everything okay??" George walked in laughing, "No Clay, im not having a midlife crisis again" George ran upstairs to drop his phone and keys down, "Im gonna go make some food, be right back!" George dashed down the stairs, as Dream stared at Georges phone. Dream picked up Georges phone and opened it with his passcode, Dream was not a snooper. But George said Dream could get on his phone anytime. Dream went to the notes app, he thought George would write funny thoughts. He was speechless, as soon as he knew it George sprinted back upstairs. Dream turned the phone to George as he was standing in the door way. They stared at eachother and they both thought,

I knew this would happen.