Feeling For You (DNF)

Chapter 6: Bad Idea

Author's Note:

Hey guys! Before reading this chapter you might want to reread the end of the last chapter. When Dream tries to kiss George, he overthinks one specific detail, but in Dream's POV last chapter, the detail bothering George is only briefly mentioned, and it's described in less than ten words. I didn't want this to be too confusing to read, so if you want to reread the last part of chapter 5 for clarity, please do!

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Word count: 3,099

For this chapter, I recommend listening to Heart Attack by Demi Lovato, Shivers by Ed Sheeran, and/or Falling For Ya by Grace Phipps (Teen Beach Movie).

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS: Trigger warnings are listed at the bottom of the chapter, scroll down if you want to preview.

I close my bedroom door, my back leaning against it as I slowly slide onto the floor. I slip down the door until I'm sitting on the cold wooden floor, knees bent in front of me. What just happened?

I had told Dream goodnight, and then-

He tried to kiss me.

And I pulled away.

I regretted it immediately. The moment I pushed back, his face had dropped, showing a deep sadness and guilt. I didn't mean to hurt him again, I just- I sigh and bury my head in my hands, elbows on my knees. I never know when he's being serious.

That's what made it so hard to have Dream as my best friend. On one hand, he was the most loyal, funny, and amazing person I'd ever met. On the other, though, he was a sarcastic flirt.

Every time he would flirt with me (and believe me, he's flirted with me a lot over all the years I've known him), I'd freeze up a little, sometimes joking back and sometimes shutting him down. I'd never been able to tell when he was -or, if he was ever- serious. It was especially difficult without seeing his face, since the usual signals I relied on when reading someone, like blush or breaking eye contact, were all absent.

Had he meant any of the things he's said over the years? Did he mean to almost kiss me? He could definitely take jokes a little too far, but would he joke about something as serious as kissing me?

I... don't know. I like to think he wouldn't, but...

We had been close, so close, but when he laughed- I know it was an overreaction, but I couldn't stop myself from panicking and breaking the contact. His laughter meant that he didn't care about me, that he though it was funny to make me so vulnerable in front of him.

After seeing his pale face and apologetic expression, I felt awful, but I still wasn't sure if he had been genuine. Why would he have laughed if it was real?

But... is it possible I had misinterpreted the situation? If had been making fun of me, why would he have sounded so heartbroken? I remember his teary eyes, how he turned away so quickly, as if he was trying to bury all signs of the vulnerability he had shown or hide a secret written on his face.

"I- I'm sorry... Fuck, please don't hate me... I just thought..."

The words I was recalling weren't what I would expect if he had been manipulating me. But then, if he was serious, why did he laugh?

I flinch as I hear a loud crash from across the hall. Was that Dream? Maybe he... dropped something? To be honest, it sounded more like he drop-kicked something. What could have caused such a loud thud?