Dream, Sir Or Clay?

Chapter 8 - Loverboy

Fuck.

I felt butterflies as I saw him.

"Oh, hey George, missed me?" Wilbur said, smiling as he walked up to me and held my chin. I blushed at that sudden action.

Let me clear out the confusion. William, better known as Wilbur, is my ... ex? I guess? We never dated but we've gone on date and we've kissed and we've fucked and I've clearly had feelings for him before but... Yeah, we've never dated.

"Wanna go on a fourth date, cutie? Since you know, we haven't seen each other in a moment.." he whispered. I blushed more.

"..sure" I said. After all, who could stop me? I can do whatever i want!

"See you soon then, lover boy." He said. I smiled and left the room. I don't even remember why I was there in the first place.

I walk down the hall as I feel like my face is gonna explode from how much I'm blushing. My smile is so big I think my lips are gonna break. I run into a big figure, which makes my love bubble pop.

I look up at them.

It's Dream.

"I wanted to apologize for earlier.. I didn't mean to yell at you. I just haven't been feeling well recently since one of my friends named techno d-". I interrupt him by slapping him across the face.

"Look Dream, I don't care if your friend lost some money or shit. I don't give a shit anymore. I really don't care." I hiss at him.

His face drops.

"But-"

"We're over, Dream, I found someone way better." I say, smiling.

He start tearing up, with tears filled with pain.

I instantly feel bad. I don't show it though. I walk away as I start hearing him sob.

Don't care George. He's just trying to make you feel bad. I tell myself.

Later...

Dream's pov.

I can't stop crying. I just lost my best friend because of goddamn cancer and my boyfriend just broke up with me. What the fuck.

I don't even know what I did!

I really just cannot stop crying.

Everything hurts so so bad.

I get up, grab a pack of cigarettes from one of my drawers, I grab a lighter and i sit on my bed. I cry harder as I smoke. What is up with George? Why did he do that? Why did he change so quickly?

Meanwhile, in Wilbur's bedroom...

George's pov.

I moan softly as he cums in me again.

I've finally been fucked again, but it didn't feel like when Dream was fucking me. I try to ignore that as I sit up, whining after Wilbur pulled out. He got up and went in his bathroom. I stayed under the covers and waited for him to come back and take care of me.

Though, he did not do that. Instead, he got out of his bathroom, changed and walked out, leaving me alone to clean. I got up, put one of his hoodies on and went to him.

"You're not gonna help me clean up?"

"Isn't that your job? Aren't you a maid?"