Just A Friend | Dnf

chapter twenty-three: the rage room

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*Dream's POV*

The next day after breaking up with George, it was obvious he was avoiding me around the house. It wasn't extremely noticeable to maybe someone like Sapnap, but it was easy for me to tell that George was definitely doing all he could to stay busy the whole day. When normally his day-to-day schedules weren't packed, suddenly George had interviews to conduct, meetings to attend, videos to film- seemingly out of nowhere.

I did see George in the morning, though. He came into the kitchen while I was making breakfast. He gave me a sleepy, faded smile and a small wave. He was still wearing his pajamas- blue and grey plaid pants and a white tee.

George watched me for a few minutes while I poured myself a glass of water. I poured one for him too, sliding it across the countertop to where he was sitting.

"Thanks." George said in response.

We sat in a very awkward silence, with me blending my protein shake up and George loudly typing a message to someone on his phone. I wondered who he was texting, but I guess it didn't matter anyway.

The tension in the air was thick- suffocating. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I spoke up.

"Did you hear from Zoey yet today?" I asked, sipping on my water.

George nodded yes, but didn't say anything.

"Is she...doing okay?" I asked slowly.

I was trying to get him to say something- anything.

George simply nodded again, looked up at me for a second, then returned his gaze back to his phone, which sat hidden in his lap.

I bit at my bottom lip, trying to push through this painful conversation.

"I bet she's terrified, poor thing..." I said, pouring my protein shake from the blender into a cup.

George just shrugged, not even looking at me at this point.

I scoffed, shaking my head at him is disbelief. He's giving me absolutely nothing. It's like talking to a fucking brick wall.

"I'm not doing this shit." I said angrily.

I began to walk away when I heard George clear his throat and start speaking.

"She is scared." George said. "She, uh...she didn't sleep at all last night. But her dad's trial was moved to Tuesday, so she only has to wait a few more days to find out what's gonna happen with him."

I walked back over to the kitchen cautiously, standing a few feet away from George.

I nodded in understanding. "See? Was it so hard to just act like it's not painful to have a conversation with me?"

"It is painful, Dream. Last night broke me. Zoey's not the only one who's been too sad to sleep..." George said, rubbing at his tired eyes.

I wanted to hug him so bad in that moment. I wanted to hug him and kiss him and tell him that I made a mistake and tell him that we're meant for each other and that I was wrong. But I couldn't- that wouldn't be right, because we aren't meant for each other, and George needed space. Because I broke his heart.