Feeling For You (DNF)

Chapter 14: Truth or Dare

Author's note:

Hey everyone! This chapter is based on one of D-Team's stories from Twitchcon, specifically the one where Sapnap slaps George. I had a lot of fun adapting it to fit into the context of my story, like I've been doing with other irl D-Team moments, like the cut near Dream's eye, the margarita pizza story, and several other moments and interactions. 

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Word count: 3,890

For this chapter, I recommend listening to Sunday by Ben Rector (feat. Snoop Dog) and/or Looking At Me by Sabrina Carpenter (this song just gives me George vibes, idk why haha).

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS: This chapter has a few triggers, primarily alcohol. To read more on the triggers that may affect readers in this chapter, please scroll to the bottom of the chapter to view a detailed list! 

I sigh, and shift on the couch, painfully aware of Dream's shoulder brushing mine. We're three movies in to what was promised to be an all night marathon that we'll all regret tomorrow, and I can't stop blushing. It's almost impossible to act normal after all that's happened today.

 First, Dream had needed me to bandage his cut, acting shockingly vulnerable. Then, we'd almost kissed (again), only for him to suggest moments later that it was meaningless and we should just move on. 

Being an idiot and a coward, I'd agreed, not strong enough to push for what I really wanted. What I still want, even though I might have ruined things. 

Then, he'd shown me my new office, and the vulnerability was back. It's strange, how quickly his walls go up. It's like he's purposely being this guarded, although I don't know why. When we were streaming, the same cracks in his armor were visible. But after the stream, well, who knows. Dream still hasn't given me any sort of an explanation as to why he ran off so suddenly, and didn't come back till hours later. 

At the pool, then, he was acting weird. All stiff and shy. Except, that changed when he started singing...

God, his singing. I'm probably going to see that in my dreams for the rest of my life. His tangled and curled hair glowing in the afternoon sun, his easy smile as he relaxed and poured himself into the music, and the confidence that beamed from him. Even though he was singing for an audience of just two people, I would have believed that he was in a stadium performing for thousands.

 I'd always known he was a good singer, but it was different in person. In person, I could see how his chest heaved for breath after holding a note, how his eyes filled with tears at the strong emotion on the song, how he sang with a familiar voice that suddenly sounded stunningly human and so, so real. 

It was breathtaking to watch. He was -and is- breathtaking. 

And now, I'm expected to sit here, so close to him, and do nothing. I have to continually force myself not to lunge forward and kiss him. It's difficult when I can feel Dream on my skin, his warm breath brushing my ear far more entertaining that any movie. 

I wonder, though, how he would react if I did kiss him. Would he pull away, or would he go with it? Would he think I was joking, or would he be able to read me easily, to see the feelings I keep hidden away?

Would he love me?

Shut up, George. I think to myself. Why would he love you as anything more than a friend? It's all a game to him. When he tried to kiss you, it wasn't even real.