There's always a brighter side. DNF

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Dreams Pov-

" Hi, honey." My mom said smiling as soon as I walked through the door. I just waved at her, giving her a small smile before walking into my room. I didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. I just wanted to hide in my room and forget about everything. I changed into some sweatpants and got in my bed, curled up in a small ball facing away from my door. Before I knew what happened, I started crying. I hate seeing George like this. I know he is my best friend, but I like him a lot more than a friend. I heard my door open, but I didn't feel like turning around.  

" Hey, son. Are you okay, buddy?" My eyes widened, realizing it was my dad. I sat up and turned around, looking at my dad. I gave him a huge hug and finally let my emotions out. I sat there holding my dad's shirt sobbing into it. He didn't seem to care about the tears getting on his shirt, only holding me tighter. 

" Calm down, buddy. You're okay. I got you, son." Hearing his words calmed me down a little bit. My mom walked in, I guess, hearing me crying. She came over and joined the hug. They both held me, letting me cry without a care in the world. They only wanted me to be okay. 

" D-dad I n-need to tell y-you s-s-something." I was trying to calm down, and I just couldn't. 

" What is it, son?" He asked, moving back a little bit to look at me. 

" I-I c-can't." I looked over at my mom, and she gave me a small smile nodding her head. I just shook my head, pulling my hands up to my face and crying again. 

" You want me to tell him, honey?" I nodded my head and moved back into my bed. I pulled my knees to my chest, setting my head on them. My dad looked between me and my mom, very confused. 

" What's going on?" My dad asked, still very confused. 

" Dream is gay." I felt my heart in my throat when he didn't say anything. 

"Dream, look at me, son." He didn't sound mad or anything other than caring. I slowly lifted my head and looked at him. He gave me a kind smile and opened his arms which I fell into. Still breaking down. He held me in his arms, rocking side to side, trying to get me to calm down at least a little bit. 

" Shh, shh, shh, it's okay, Dream. I'm proud of you, and you're still my boy. I'm sure that's not the only thing bothering you though. What else is bothering you, buddy?" I sighed, knowing I needed to talk to my parents about it. 

" Is it about George?" My mom asked me rubbing my back. I lightly nodded, not calm enough to talk. My parents sat there holding me until I was finally calmed enough to talk. I finally lifted my head.   

" Me and George have this place. He and I always go, and that's where I went earlier. Well, when I walked in, George was sitting there with empty shattered alcohol bottles and a bunch of weed that he had smoked. He was so out of it. He had c-cut h-himself badly." I had to stop because I started hyperventilating.

" It's okay, honey. Take deep breaths, okay?" My mom tried to calm me down, but I couldn't. I still couldn't breathe. My dad pulled me against him tightly, so my head was against his chest and the other hand running through my hair. 

"Listen to my heartbeat and try to match my breathing. It's okay. Me and your mom are right here." I finally calmed down enough to talk again.

" I don't know what to do. He won't talk to me. I don't know what's going on. He's so shut off." I hold onto my dad tighter, trying not to lose it again. 

" You like him, don't you?" My dad asked quietly. 

" Of course, I like him, Dad. He's my best friend." My dad looked down at me for a minute before going back to hugging me.