Call me okay? | dnf highschool au

Eight

"You know, you're a dick," I say fixing the blanket on my lap "you're supposed to make me happy"

Dream looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah? Am I not making you happy?" He takes the gummy bears off his lap.

I shake my head and grin.

He comes closer to me, pushing me over so I'm laying down, and he hovers over me.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks in a deep voice.

He looks super pretty...

-he thinks you're an ugly piece of shit.-

I look up at him, trying to think of what he's thinking.

What if he does think I'm ugly?

I think I stared for too long since he looks at me with concern, but then realization.

He goes back and sits up straight, pulling me with him. Now we're sat facing each other and his hands on my cheeks.

"No," he says firmly "whatever it's saying isn't true, what is it saying?"

I hesitate and continue to look at him.

"Pretty, what is it saying"

My cheeks go a light pink at the nickname.

"George," he says in a softer tone.

"It's telling me you think I'm ugly," I say "that's it"

He looks at me before smiling "George I think you are beautiful, so so pretty"

He moves closer and puts his hands on my cheeks "don't ever think you aren't anything less than beautiful.. there's no such thing as ugly, there might be not good looking. But you are not that, you're beautiful and I love your face it makes me so happy to see you smile and laugh every single day"

Tears form in my eyes "really?"

"Yes really" Dream smiles.

-he's a fucking liar, you are the less. He just doesn't want to say it to your fucking face.-

"You can tell me anything okay? Ask me anything you want and I'll answer it" he says, wiping a tear that's running down my cheek with his thumb "I'm here for you, not anyone else"

He pulls me into his lap, and I put my legs around him along with my arms.. he wraps his arms around me and puts one hand loosely in my hair.

I rest my head near his neck on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry about the party," I say "I was just upset I didn't mean for you to drink that bad"

"You didn't cause me to drink George, something else happened that made me want to," he says quietly "and no I'm not telling you"

I giggle "okay"

It's quiet for a moment until he speaks up again "you broke the promise"

"You did too," I say "we both did"

"You're right, I'm sorry I broke it," he says.

"Me too.." I whisper.

-if he broke that promise imagine how many others he broke.-

-he thinks you're weak, and he only hangs out with you because he doesn't want to make you feel unwanted.. though you are unwanted.-

-he doesn't care and he never will, nobody cares. They're just doing it because you're too much of a wimp for the truth.-

-they're all keeping a secret from you because they think you can't handle it. Nobody cares.-