Who Lies in the End?

Ch 52: Part 25 "You must mean a lot to him."

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Dream held out his hand for George to take as the brunette struggled to climb the edge. They were both dripping wet from the water, but neither of them seemed to care. Not when they were still staring at each other with passionate eyes. Their kiss-swollen lips would smile and they would chuckle as they lingered on the intoxicating feeling.

Dream couldn't help it. He leaned in and stole a kiss from his partner, but as he pulled away, George followed. As George gripped the green cloak, Dream wrapped his arms around his small waist, keeping them close together as their hearts raced. They locked in a lingering kiss, almost forgetting the world around them. It was enough for them to miss the sound of footsteps.

"Ew, pda Dream. You should know better."

The female voice broke them out of their kiss as they turned to face the newcomer. It was a younger female, around fifteen years old, with wavy blonde hair. She was draped in an olive green cloak that was too big on her small frame. She had the hood up, and it draped over her eyes.

Dream turned to the newcomer with a smile, "I'm sorry, does this bother you Drista?"

"Yes it does," she pulled out a lantern and lit it with a blue flame, "As does not know you're friend here."

Dream wrapped an arm around George's shoulders, "Drista, this is George. George, this is Drista."

George rose a hand in a wave, "Hello," he squinted his eyes as the blue light burned his vision. It didn't help when she stepped closer, holding the lantern higher to cast more light.

She hummed in thought as she inspected the brunette, "I can see why you like him."

"Glad you approve," Dream let his hand fall from George's shoulders as he pushed the lantern down, "Mind not blinding us?"

"Why are you two wet?" Drista walked around the two in a circle.

"None of your business," Dream watched as she kept going in circles, "Mind taking us to the others? It'll be faster than trying to find them."

Drista didn't answer, she just held out her hand expectantly.

Dream sighed as he opened his bag and began sifting through the waterlogged contents. Eventually, he found the leather satchel he wanted and plopped it into her hand. George watched with curious fascination as Drista tried to peek inside, only to fail in the dim light.

"Flavors?" She demanded.

"Cherry, strawberry, grape, and blue raspberry."

Drista tilted her head, "Blue raspberry? That's not real."

"That's because it's a new flavor. I made it, specifically for you and your oh-so refined pallet," Dream ruffled her hair through the hood. He chuckled as she swatted his hand away.

"Alright, I'll lead you to the others," she turned on her heel and began walking down one of the tunnels, "Stay close though. I'm not in the mood to fight any monsters."

George glanced between his two companions, "Who exactly are we meeting?"

"They're a couple of friends of mine. They're hard to find because they're always hiding, but I pop in every once in a while," Dream slid his mask into place before holding his hand out for George.

The cloth-clad hand easily held Dream's and they let their hands sway between them, "I didn't know you had friends."

"I have friends," Dream defended, "I just don't see them very often."

Drista confirmed the comment, "It's true. We met him six years ago, but we only see him like twice a year."

"I'm always busy."