There is Beauty in Chaos [ dnf ]

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 The two shortly went back home. As if nothing happened, which sort of bothered the brunette but he too wasn't bringing it up so can he really blame the blond? 

George was sitting at his desk, dressed in comfortable clothes. 

He was resting his head on his hand while also tapping the desk occasionally with his other. He had to admit that he never actually thought he had feelings for Dream. At least not in the way he said he did. 

Oh who was he kidding? 

He knew he had a hint of something for the alpha. And he learned it definitely wasn't platonic.  

He always tried to suppress whatever it was he had towards the other. But the way his hands would become clammy whenever he was near. Or how his stomach did flips of a professional gymnast whenever they would have any physical contact. 

Those things were just too hard to ignore. 

He didn't want to risk losing him again despite their shaky past. Yet, when Dream claim he felt the same way the whole time. George felt almost relieved that nothing wasn't in the risk of getting lost or ruined. 

Though what confused him was what was happening right at this moment. 

Sure he also was the one choosing to not doing anything but what about Dream? 

Why hasn't he come into his room so they could talk about these new admitted feelings they had. 

Maybe it was some sick imagination. 

Maybe I hit my head when I fell down the hill. 

Did anything that happened, happen?  

George suddenly pinches himself. 

Nope. I'm definitely awake. 

Ugh what is- 

A knock at the door. 

The brunette whips his head around, his heart accelerating. 

But he relaxes when a certain beta walked through the door. 

"Um dinner's ready if you're hungry. Thought I would let you know" 

"Thanks Sapnap. I'll be up in a minute" 

"Alright" 

And with that, he left. 

Then George eventually got up to his feet to head for the kitchen. 

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Everyone was at the dinner table, peacefully eating Peter's delightful meal that he made. There were a few conversations that sparked up that soon dead down but it was still a comfortable silence. 

What George couldn't help but notice that Dream hasn't once looked up. His eyes were practically glued to his plate. It upsetted him more. 

Is he really just gonna forget what happen? 

Did anything we did matter to him? 

He hasn't even bothered to look at me. 

Am I just supposed to move on with my life? 

What the hell is he's deal?