Magnetic (DNF)

Dreaming

The room was spinning. Or was he spinning? Either way, someone needed to catch him because he was about to fall down. What was he doing in this house? Why was he still here and why is his mouth still open? Juliet must have sensed the sudden tension in the room because her eyes widened with slight worry.

"This is your house?!" He exclaimed. The shock was clear in his voice and in his face and if George didn't know otherwise he would've thought that Dream had seen a witch (better yet, Dumbledore). George stupidly nodded, not daring to blink in case this was all some strangely realistic dream and everybody evaporated into distant memories as soon as he woke up.

"Is there a problem here? George are you ok, you're really pale darling" His mother interrupted putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. George jerked out of his hazy state and nodded, slowly recollecting his thoughts. He replied with a vaguely reassuring comment and rushed off pulling Dream's shirt sleeve with him as he went. George kept going, only stopping to make sure Dream didn't trip or stumble. Finally, he stopped at the foot of the house's stairs, a section of the wall beside the stairs secluded them from the rest of the occupants of the living room. George let go of Dream's now crinkled shirt and whirled around to face him.

"What are you doing in my house?" 

"Oh, uh," Dream rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Your parents invited my parents and my parents didn't wanna leave me alone cause my sister is at her friend's house and I'm not a responsible teenager so I had to come with them, your bathroom is really nice by the way" He replied so quickly that George had to mentally rush to process the words. He stared unbelieving at Dream for a second before bursting out in laughter. The giggling faintly echoed up the stairs as George took in deep breaths to try and compose himself, however, every time he looked up at Dream he'd burst into a new fit of chuckles. Dream had a confused smile on his face that eventually morphed into a grin which turned into small snorts that escaped through his nose rather than his grinning mouth.

"Out of- out of everything you could've commented on yo- you chose my bathroom," George said before releasing yet another gale of laughter. Dream wheezed and they both laughed so hard they had to take in deep breaths to allow the giggles to subside. Silence filled the air, the only thing penetrating it was the muffled chatter and twinkling glass coming from the next room. George had the overwhelming, euphoric urge to lean forward and just...well...kiss him.  Dream was close and his hair was messy and he smelled like the mint and lavender soap only guests used in the downstairs bathroom, he was just so...ugh.

Before George could do anything however Dream had moved away and was now nervously jittering on the balls of his feet. George raked his mind for a topic to bring up and when one popped up he quickly jumped at the opportunity to discuss it not bothering to think it through first.

"What's your favourite colour?"

Dream looked a bit taken aback and George couldn't blame him, this was the most random moment to ask for a person's favourite anything. 

"Green" the blond answered, George, grimaced, "what? Don't like it?" George shook his head quickly before sighing.

"It's not that, I just can't really see it, it's like a weird ugly yellow for me" He answered, looking down at his socks. Dream scrunched his eyebrows together so forcefully they looked like one giant eyebrow across his face.

"For you?" He asked, confusion coloured his voice and George internally cursed himself for bringing it up. The subject almost always brought unwanted pitying looks and George had had enough of those to last him a lifetime. It was like pitying someone for having dimples, he was born with it and it was all he knew. Of course, his parents had bought him those colourblind glasses so he could experience what it was like to see colour but, to be honest, he preferred it this way, yes he couldn't see most colours and yes most things seemed dull but it was what he was used to. Life was familiar this way.

"I'm colourblind" George replied with a tight smile. Dream didn't seem to notice and his eyebrows flew pulling his eyelids up with them.

"But, I mean, your clothes- the colours are co-ordinated really well- how..." He said trailing off in embarrassment. His face was red and he looked a bit uncomfortable. George decided to put him out of his misery and just end the conversation.

"Look, it's ok if you don't want to talk about it, it was stupid of me to bring it up anyway, I shouldn't have grima-"

"No, no I actually wanna know I'm just...a bit scared of...accidentally insulting you I guess" Dream interrupted understandably nervous. George's lips rounded into a small 'o'. That was definitely a first.

"Oh, I- ok then let me show you how I "co-ordinate" my outfits," He said, quietly grabbing Dream's freckled wrist. As he was leading him up the stairs, his grip had gotten looser and looser until he realized that he was practically holding Dream's hand. He immediately turned red, thanking the heavens for the fact that his face was turned away from Dream's. When he reached his room, he continued to make his way through it until he had stood in front of the wardrobe.

Dropping Dream's hand to open the closet door, he gave the door a little flourish letting it fall open revealing the worn printed paper taped inside. His closet door also held a small mirror that George was supposed to use for checking if the clothes paired together but which he used instead for decorative purposes. It was covered in Sharpie doodles and badly pressed flowers that were in dire need of replacement.

"My parent's made it" George shyly added, Dream seemed fascinated by all the notes scribbled on in Vera's small, cramped handwriting and the small sketches Juliet used to explain what patterns went with what. His mums were the perfect comic duo. When he was little they used to bring out large strips of paper and draw to their hearts' content. George's parents always ended up with a fantastic storyline while he had a botched superhero drawing with speech bubbles floating beside the characters' mouths. His parent's loved them though and they still have the many, many, many drawings lying around their room either taped to a wall or framed on a cabinet.

Dream leaned close to read one of the multiple short paragraphs scattered on the A2 paper and George held his breath for no other reason than the fact that Dream was in his room reading his colour guide. In movies, the characters only went up to each other's rooms to make out on a bed. Him and Dream however were neither on a bed nor passionately sharing saliva. It made George shake his head in disdain.

When he turned his attention back to the blond he found Dream staring at him looking like he was about to ask a question. George startled in shock and Dream gave him a gentle half-smile.

"Everything okay?" he asked, innocent to George's provocative thoughts. George's face turned into a red blur as he nodded his head. Dream giggled softly and George, who was already the colour of fresh beetroot, somehow turned even redder, "so, um, what do you wanna do?"

George shrugged moving away to sit on his newly- tidied bed. Dream followed the brunette and sat down making the mattress sink a little bit more the weight of both of them making the bed creak softly. George raked his brain once again for something, anything to stop him from pouring his heart out to the poor boy who had fallen victim to George's intense crush. Unfortunately, he had found nothing and was now fighting with himself over whether or not he should just confess to Dream, get rejected and end it once and for all. It seemed like the only option and George sensed he was losing his self-initiated fight. 

"Hey, Dream?", The blond looked up meeting George's eyes curiously, "I, uh, I need to tell you something...it's-it's important"

George took a deep breath

 Opened his mouth and-

The bedroom door swung open. 

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GUYS I tried to publish this as soon as I could but a lot of shit's been going on. I moved and I'm studying for my mocks in December and my art GCSE shit is making me really busy so I'm sorry this is late :((( HOWEVER I will try to upload at least twice every month if I'm really busy. I am aiming to finish this before my mocks so fingers crossed I'm not busy-busy until then so I can pull out shit like this from my ass :] -Mars