Secrets In Peach soda (Georgebur)

chapter 22 The king and i

The moment we've all been waiting for.

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Dating was a random topic, was it? If you'd ever want to date someone, you'd want to know them out first? Don't you? Or do you just want touch, are you touch starved? These were the questions George always asked himself when he was with Wilbur. He always had to choose with himself, was it just starved love or was it love.

He bagan to contemplate, was it both? He wouldn't know, he hasn't been touched, not in a loving sense. He didn't know if physical touch was even his love language because it's been awhile since he's been touch. Yes, he has dated Dream, they've touched, they hold hands and hug and cuddle. But that was- Dream's love language. Not his,  he only did it for him, he did feel comfortable with but not physically comfortable.

Everytime they'd cuddle for to long, he'd push himself off after 30 minutes or even shorter times. Maybe that was the first sign of him not being with him. But he did enjoy it when he wanted it.

But was it starved love?

Did he miss touch?

Did he miss being loved, or feeling loved?

He hadn't thought of this for a while, he didn't remember or couldn't feel the depression of loosing a person he was interested in, or loved. He also didn't know why? Was he being coward, because he missed a love one or was he being selfish on forgetting him. Forgetting Dream, or forgetting his feelings towards him? Was he being a bastard for leaving Dream? Leaving him for himself? To go love himself. Was he in the wrong? Was he?

He's breaths became heavier but it hinched after the last thought. He breathed in and out. Why was he thinking about this now, out of all times.

He shuddered, as he sat on the bed that was in the room provided for him and -? Who? Who was George going to sleep by with. Was he alone in this room? George's mind travelled back to Wilbur.

George thought to go ask him who's his partner or where shall he be sleeping. He got up from the comfortable beds and walked to the door, he was only in the room to check and charge his phone. He saw in the room that there was a chess board, the pieces  was made out of glass, it looked expensive for a simple chessboard. George had a sudden memory pop in his head but he couldn't place a finger on it.

He shaked his head, putting it aside. He went back to his thoughts on Wilbur and his question, he opened the door but when he was going to walk Wilbur was Infront of the door, leaning on it's frame, he wasn't looking at George's direction, he was talking and looking at someone that was faced in the living room.

Wilbur chuckled after a joke that was told, "You going inside now?" Tommy's voiced echoed.

"Yeah man, you should too. It's late." Wilbur smiled at his brother. Still not noticing George.

Wilbur wasn't in pajamas, he was just in a packed in shorts and the simple top he was wearing. George was in similar cloths aswell, he went before the horror movies. He was just wearing a patterned pajamas pants and a black shirt.
Everyone else just did what Wilbur did and some slept in the clothes that they wore earlier.

Wilbur finally noticed George and smiled at him. "sorry gogy, didn't see you there." Wilbur said.

George only hummed, "it's fine. Uh I was meaning to ask you actually something." (Tommy went into his room)."yeah what up?" Wilbur said, still leaning. "Where you sleeping tonight?" George asked.

Wilbur chuckled, "didn't you get the memo or something? I'm sleepy with you." Wilbur laughed.

George's face went red. "Oh- oh. Well that's figured." George scratched his head.