Racer 404 || (dnf)

12• Falling faster

(George POV)

Sheets of baltic rain flood from the foggy grey clouds above. Sand sticks to our shoes like glue as we both continue to trample along the deserted beach. Only stopping when Dream suddenly pauses, eyes squinting up at the sky.

"What?"

"It looks like another storm."

Stood next to his tall figure, I squint my eyes too, looking up at the darkening sky that hangs above our heads as rain spits at us.

Our eyes meet. A match enlightening in between our longing gazes. Hot, red, flames. My heart warms. A tingly feeling spreading into each and every one of my fingers. The only sound that bellows alongside the battering wind is the crashing waves of the deep sea; they smash into the sand like they're stuck on loop. Far out into the sea the dark blue waves prickle as rain starts hammering down, slowing turning into small chunks of icy hail.

CRASH! — CRASH! — CRASH!

Sand already coating my shoes I look down as Dreams hand outstretches towards mine. His smile beaming at me.

"Run George!...come on!"

My heart beat speeds up rapidly at the sound of my name. I feel my cheeks heat up, fighting against the cold punches of the brewing wind. Dreams smile gazes right back at me as I look up at him in confusion.

Before I could think, I'm being dragged forwards: stumbling over my feet, almost falling over, I finally put my feet in order and start to run (a little slower but still in a good pace,) to keep up with Dream.

Although, my mind could only keep its thoughts  away from our interlocked hands for a few seconds. Every time i turn my concentration to the spitting rain, warmth spreads through me and Im dragged back to his fingers that clasp around mine; his hands being so big as to nearly completely cover mine entirely, in a single grasp.

Holding his hand is like plunging my own into a pit full of hungry, greedy flames, but instead of burning, it tickles. It sends blots of light shooting through my veins so fast, I can almost taste the burning sensation that it gives off.

In only a matter of seconds, our hands part with a loose pull and he opens the passenger door of the car, waiting for me to get in. I stand dumbfounded, wanting his hand around mine once more — though, being thankful for the shield as I duck and clamber into the car. Seconds after, I hear the door slam shut behind me and Dream climb into the drivers seat.

Wet hair clings to his forehead, clothes soaked to his skin. I'm mesmerised by his glistening eyes and flashy grin. Biting his lip very slightly, his eyes trail down me. I swear I almost die inside. Flushed with sudden embarrassment, his look finally meets back at my eyes. His smile fading only slightly.

"I think I have a spare hoodie in the-"

His voice is drowned out by the beating rain as he fades into the grasps of angry water pellets. Just before I can answer, he is out of my view and submerged into the wind — it rushes along the surface of the floor that already seemed to have puddles forming over the gravel.

I listen to the rain. Like angry bees, the buzz of it plinking onto the metal car roof fills the empty void. Just as fast as he went out, Dream appears back in the drivers seat, more soaked than earlier.

He hands me a slightly damp hoodie. It's grey material carrying various spots of darkened colour from where the rain was able to catch it under Dreams folded arms. I look at it, then him, pausing for a few seconds before saying something.

"What about you? Your almost as drenched as me Dream! What if you get sick?"

"No its okay, I'll be fine. Put it on George."