bakery boy // dnf

chapter fourteen : you're back

dream pov //

Dream reclined the chair as wilbur sat next to him, "are you going dude?" he asked.

"i think so, yeah." He respond; he was going to the bakery. it had been a few days since he saw both callie and george in the pizza place, he had been surprised that they hadn't noticed him, though he was glad.

"when?" he said just seconds later.

"i dont know, soon." Dream responded.

Wilbur huffed, "you've been saying that."

"I'm just," Dream fiddled with his jumper hem, "Scared."

Wilbur scoffed, "I can go with you." Dream quickly shook his head in a 'no' motion, "I'll go now."

Wilbur nodded as dream jumped up from the couch.

"Good luck."

Dream nodded back at Wilbur as he ran up the steps to his bedroom, he decided to change his clothes to look more presentable for George.

He changed into a different jumper and trousers, and some converse.

He was feeling lazy, so decided against accessories.

Of course, he still look great without accessories.

He grabbed his car keys and phone before jogging downstairs.

"Alright, I'm heading there." Dream spoke to Wilbur as he placed his hand on the door knob, waiting for Wilbur's reply before opening it. "Good luck."

Dream nods as he twists the knob, then runs out to his car.

He desperately wanted to play music, any other time, he definitely would, but he needed to sort out his own thoughts with himself in silence, and debate on what to say when he was—hopefully—faced with George.

Dream parked his car as he stepped out. He shut the door behind him, but didn't move from where he was standing on the pavement. His feet were practically glued to the floor as his palms started to get clammy and sweat, beads of starting forming on his face as his dirty blonde hair stuck to them. He was terrified.

He didn't even know why, he was never shy when it came to hitting on people, winning people over, or just talking to people in general, but with George it was different. George was so perfect in every way. Dreams mind ran back to that first night they had hung out in the park.

The way George's smile looked when they joked, the way his eyes glistening in the horrible street lights, the way his hair fluffed ever so perfectly, the way he looked cuddled up against him as he slept, or the way he looked adorable in Dreams hoodie,

"cold?" Dream laughs. George shamefully nod, and to his surprise, Dream gives George his hoodie. "i- no, you need that dream." George protested.

The way he spoke even. God, he was just perfect, and Dream was definitely in love.

Dream eventually was able to move his feet, he was still nervous. He dragged himself over to the door and pulled it opened.

He stepped in and immediately saw George behind a counter talking to the chef, presumably giving the baker an order.

He found a table for two; hoping George would talk to him and sit with him.

As George walks over to Dreams table, their eyes lock.

Dream tried to look for an expression on his face, maybe upset? Happy? He wasn't sure.

George finally made his way to Dreams table, "Dream, I'm so happy to see you, I've been trying to remember your number." George said in his all to perfect accent as he sat himself down.

"I-" Dream began, he was being careful at picking his next words, "I thought you hated me."

"No, Dream, no. I just- that day I left you alone at your table when I said my lunch break was over, I just-" he stopped, George couldn't tell Dream about the abuse from his boyfriend; George had recently recognized that his boyfriend wasn't loving him, he was abusing and manipulating him, it just took him awhile to actually realize.

"Look, Dream. Im here now. I want to hang out with you again." George kindly smiled, how could Dream still be mad honestly?

George locked his fingers with Dreams, "George, I have to tell you something."

"I'm listening-" George was cut off by a fellow employee of his, "George I need you to take that tables order."

George nodded as he unlocked his fingers, "Sorry, Dream."

Dream simply nodded as he saw George walk of to a table. His back was facing Dream, and damn, that apron showed off his waist perfectly, so so perfectly.

A different waiter ended up at Dreams table; it partially saddened Dream, but at least him and George were on good terms.

Dream eventually got his coffee and sipped it, it was alright, nothing special.

He drinks it whilst scrolling through twitter on his phone, liking fan arts and edits, as well as his friends posts.

Dream finishes up the very last sip as George sat in the chair across from him, "My lunch break."

"You're not going to leave me this time are you?" Dream joking said as George playfully rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you have my number any longer?" Dream said, partially out of the blue.

"Oh, I uhm-" Again, he couldn't tell him the real reason as to why; Jacob obviously deleted it, "I'm not sure, it just wasn't there."

Dream nodded as George handed him his phone to dial in his number.

George smiled as he collected his phone back from Dream before locking his fingers with Dreams again. By this point, George knew he liked Dream, but he still had to worry about Jacob.

"I'm here forever now, Dream."

"That means a lot."

George warmly smiled.

They sat in comfortable silence for a bit. Both of them had blocked out any sounds of the rest of the bakery, they were only focused on each-other.

Dream gazed into George's eyes, the beautiful brown circles glistening in the dim bakery lights, George's hair sitting perfectly atop his head, whilst his lips formed the most pretty smile Dream had ever looked at.

"If you take a picture, it will last longer." George teased, even though he was doing the same and admiring Dream.

"You're stupid." Dream joked back.

Right after Dream said that, his phone rang, "Hello? Oh hey, Wilbur." Dream had to unlock one of his hands to grab his phone.

"Yeah, I can come home.." His eyebrows furrowed, "Ohh, yeah yeah, I can meet her, sure, yeah, cya soon."

"Who was that?" George said as he pulled his other hand away from Dreams. "My roommate, he wants me to meet his friend."

"Now?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I'll visit tomorrow."

George nodded as he stood up, Dream following behind. "Bye, Dream."

"Bye, George." Dream said as he pulled George into a hug, George obviously hugging back. Dream locked his fingers into George's hair as he whispered so quietly; hoping George wouldn't actually hear, "I love you."

George pulled away from the hug, laughing. "You love me?" He teased.

"I- George I didn't-"

George only pulled him back into a quick hug, pulling away just as quick, "You should get going, bye, Dream."

Dream nodded, "Bye George."

Dream left the bakery, plopping himself into his driver seat.

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Wow, it's been a minute.. the ending here is so rushed but like wtv.. I started a new story!! I'm waiting for a few more chapters to be finished before publishing it, anyway, I hope u enjoyed! happy readingggg guyz ❤️🫂