Not real love

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George POV

I had couldn't sleep, all that I could think about is that stupid kiss Dream gave me. I look to my right were Dream was sound sleep, I stared at his lips. Why did he have to kiss me? I couldn't think. Nothing made sense, does he like me or is it just apart of the joke. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry because I let him kiss me, I didn't pull away, I didn't try to stop him, I let it happened, and I don't know why. Why did I feel this need to be kissed by him and only him.

I rip my eyes away from his face and back to the ceiling, I sigh, Dream mumbles something. I quietly get out of the bed and walk down to the kitchen, I guess I was to tired to notice the light already on "George?" I hear Dreams moms voice, I jump a little.

"Oh, Hi Ms. T" I say my voice coming out raspy from not talking "Couldn't sleep over Clay's snoring" She jokes, I smile "No, just things on my mind" I say pouring a glass of water "Oh, come on, I'm therapist, tell me what's bothering you" She insisted. I stare at her blanky, i couldn't tell her that i couldn't sleep because I wanted to kiss your son and I don't know why because we're not actually dating. "I don't know Ms. T, my boyfriend mom isn't really a therapist I want to talk to" I say trying to sound nice as possible "Oh. Yeah thats fine, my son can be a little much don't you think?" She says "Yeah, I guess" I say "How'd you two even start dating?" She ask "He confessed, and I had feeling for him" I say trying to get out of the conversation "Aw, yall are so cute, night honey" she says leaving the kitchen, I groan, lying isn't my best skill but it's working.

I woke up to bird chirping obnoxiously loud, I groan looking at the time, then looking for Dream as he wasn't next to me. I sat up and went to the bathroom.

I walked downstairs still not being able to find Dream "George! Good morning, how'd you sleep" Dream's step dad asks "Morning, I slept alright, um- where's Clay?" I ask him "He went out with his mother are some things" He says, "Oh. O-okay thank you" I say. Now I was alone with Dream's father, I wanted to cry.

"So, George, you don't really know eachother" He says turning off the TV, I'm terrified "No, not really" I say, "Where did you and my son meet?" He asks "Kindergarten" I answered "What do you hope to major in?" He asks "Computer science" I answer "What are your intentions for my son" He asks, I'm stump. I don't have intentions for your son, I wanted to say, this is all a joke that you were never supposed to find out, I wanted to say, but I didn't "To make him happy, sir" I answer, he smiles, I smile back "You're a good kid, George, I trust you with my son, even if he isn't biological mine, I care for him, I trust you, don't hurt him" He says handing me the remote and walking in to this bedroom. I might have shit my pants.

"-I didn't mean it like that" I hear Dream's voice as the door unlocks "Hi, George" Dream's mom says "Hello, Ms. T" I say smiling, Dream looks at me and smiles but doesn't say anything. We sat on the couch apart from each other, watching TV, Dream's mom stared at us confused "um- Dream can you go to the corner store and grab me a soda" She asks "oh, okay" he says "George why don't you go with him" She smiles at me, this clever bitch "Sure" I say standing up to put on my shoes.

We walked in silence, comfortable silence, our hands glaze passed each other for the third time already. Once our hands glaze passed each other for the 7th time I just grab his hand "If you wanted to hold hands, you could've just asked, idiot" I say joking while our hands intertwined, Dream starts laughing, making me smile, we're back to normal now.

"-so yeah" Dream finish off this story while we're walking back to the house, I wanted to ask the question, why did you kiss me? But I felt like if it was better off left alone, I mean yeah, it probably would help making sure we don't hurt each other in this experiment but I felt that right here, our hands intertwined, a smile on both of our faces, that it was better left alone.

No holding hands in public

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I think this is the shortest chapter I wrote in my life brush

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