Sweet Talk (DNF)

(Chapter 1 -- He's so pretty)

(Dream's pov)

I woke up and brushed my hair out of my face, the annoying sting of my neck started to come back, why do i sleep in such weird positions? I swung my legs over the side of my bed and sat there for a moment, staring at my reflection in my tv.

A sudden feeling washes over me, a feeling that I forgot something. I stand up and pace the small area of my carpeted bedroom floor, I come to a sudden halt when I remember. I have to stream today, shit. I groan out of annoyance before sitting myself down in my desk chair. I really had no desire to stream today. I open up discord, and I can't help but smile when I see George's profile picture. If I stream with George, this stream might be less painful.

I click on George's profile and hit call, it only rings once before he picks up. George's face cam suddenly appears on my screen. I can feel my face warm up slightly, he's so fucking pretty. I am really shit at hiding my crush on George, I flirt with him in front of the viewers all of the time. That's most likely why the fans write all of those fanfics, I personally think it's funny that the viewers have picked up on it more than George has.

"Hello?" he asks. He's fiddling with his mike. "Can you hear me, Dream?"

His dark brown eyes looked up from his mike to his monitor. He's was to fucking pretty. "Uh, yeah I can. Don't worry Georgie." I say and smile like an idiot. Thank god he can't see me.

"Oh my god you are such an idiot." He says and giggles.

(George's pov)

I tried so hard not to blush at that comment, I never knew why the name "Georgie" affected me so much ... but it did. I pulled the sleeve of my hoodie over my hand and then I moved my hand to cover my scarlet cheeks. I take my free hand and use my mouse to open twitch.

"Are we streaming Minecraft or something else?" I ask, uncovering my face after I'm sure I'm not blushing anymore.

"Uh, yeah we can do Minecraft, if that's what you want."

"Ok I'll start the stream." I state and then hit the button that reads: "go live!"

We streamed for around two hours, and it was so hard for me to hide how flustered I was every time he flirted with me. Well, fake flirted with me, because there is no way in hell he actually likes me. He isn't even gay. But it was a fun stream, we played bedwars and we did pretty well. Chat had a great time too from what I could tell.

"Dream I'm gonna log off, it's pretty late here."

"Ok Georgie, good night." He let out a breathy laugh at what he was about to say, "I love you~" He cooed.

"Yep, you are still an idiot." I say and hide my face with my hand. If he sees how red I am I'm so done.

"But I can be your idiot~" He coos once again.

"Ok Dream. Goodbye." I say and hang up while giggling.

(Dream's pov)

His face was so red, most likely out of embarrassment, he doesn't like me. He is definitely straight. I mean sure, He blushes and giggles every time I compliment him, but he doesn't like me. His giggle is so cute though, and the way he hides his face when he turns red, it's so adorable.

I'm really lucky he can't see my face, if he could he would probably immediately know that I like him. He really can't know that.

What would happen if the internet knew? I know at least a few of them would understand, but what if I came out and all I got was hate. I'm not really sure if my mental health could take that. I wish I could do Irl streams with Sapnap like he does with Karl. But since I'm faceless, I can't even see George in person, I think that's all I really want, to see him in person.

I look up into my T.V. and see little waterfalls dripping from the corner of my eyes. I can see the deep green forests that are my irises even through the dark reflection of my T.V. screen. I bring my hand up to my eyes, and I use my wrist to eliminate the salty water that was dripping down my face.

I get up and make my way to the bathroom. I open the cabinet over the bathroom sink and retrieve my tooth brush. I put toothpaste on it and brush my teeth. I begin to think about the previous conversation me and George had. He never said "I love you" back, of course, I didn't really expect him to. He is the straightest guy I have ever met, besides Sapnap. I finish brushing my teeth and go back into my room and collapse on my bed.

Unconsciousness slowly claims me, and my only thought before I sleep is: I really wish he was gay.

(George's pov)

I have been sitting in my best criss-crossed for what feels like days, but in actuality it's only been around 3 hours. I didn't leave the call because I was tired. I left because I was too scared that If I had said that I loved him back, he wouldn't take it in a platonic way.

My nails are now short and jagged from me chewing on them. My whole life, I have always chewed on my nails when I was overthinking. And despite me accidentally scratching myself because they are so sharp, I devour them anyway.

If he ever figures out that I like him, my career is over. I would be canceled because it's weird to have the biggest crush on your best friend. He's gonna hate me, well, I know he's not homophobic, but I don't think he's the kind of person to be friends with a bisexual guy.

Even if he was gay, he would never like me like that, right?

(1005 words c:)