The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Thirteen

The fall break had finally started. The nights outside got darker and colder, and it was nice that no strange pairs of eyes were on you always, because it was dark. 

Or that Dream felt a lot of time, that everyone was staring at him, but it was all just in his mind.

He didn't decide to fly back to America for his fall break, the plan was to do it for the winter break so he could spend christmas with his family, his mother.

Dream preferred to stay in England because of the brunette.

They had been getting closer each day that had passed.

Sure, there were times where the brunette would collapse into his shoulder and just cry. 

There was a huge difference between them two, one of them would be emotionally more open while the other bottles up his own thoughts and emotions.

Dream never did admit that he needed any comforting, but sometimes he wished people knew, heard what he felt, but truth be told a lot of these times he didn't even know himself why he felt the way he did.

And besides he preferred to be the one to help others just to keep his own mindset away, the mindset that was only available for his journal he was keeping.

The songs on his headphones playing on shuffle, not caring what song he listens to but as long as he has something to blast through his ears it was fine.

He would never walk without music in his ears, besides the times when he was with a brunette, but even then they often shared an earbud each with the same music.

...

While the blonde was outside, it was the only time the brunette had decided that he would go back to his ex-girlfriends flat since his friend had gotten more close to him.

He didn't just want to go around and tell Karl that she is not a good person, so he'd go back to her flat and stay there to make sure the taller brunette holds his distance from the toxic person he was going to let in his life.

With the last of his shirts folded in his backpack he was ready to leave the dorm, grabbing his phone and slipping it in the pocket of his jeans, he was leaving now.

He had promised the blonde that he would not do that, but he was living his life on edge anyways so one lie didn't hurt him, but made him feel incredibly guilty all the sudden because he knew the blonde was someone who had a big heart.

George texted her on the way, while he was walking towards the flat,

George

7:27pm

We need to talk, I'm coming over.

Seen 7:28pm

Of course she would leave him just on seen like that, for some reason it frustrated him even more, but it didn't stop him from still going there.

After letting himself in the apartment with some older man who was living in the same building so he didn't have to use the caller.

As he knocks on the far too familiar door he had seen thousands of times before, the door suddenly opens without anyone on it. It was opened.

He could hear some muffled bit deeper voice noises escaping the bedroom. Could it be him?

To his surprise he opens up the door and it isn't his friend, it is another random man on top of her half naked.

George was disgusted by the view already, but he can't back up now, he must protect his friend from this mess, even if it means a fight between them. He'll explain. One day..