Dream still didn't know how to feel. Days after, he still didn't know. It seemed George really did listen to Dream when he said he was going to be busy. The only time they had interacted in the past couple of days was George awkwardly offering to maybe take Dream out for lunch, so they could hang out again.
Dream obviously declined.
Dream mostly stayed in his room, like an ill animal, hardly getting up for anything. He wasn't eating enough, either. Though he normally had a large appetite, his stomach was now only slightly full with coffee that he couldn't even bother to add sweeteners to. George still got out regularly, since he did have to go to work and was the one who took care of their lives. Unlike Dream hardly caring to look around when he left his room, George always made sure Dream wasn't out before abandoning the safeness of his room. He did still care very much for Dream, but he wasn't fooled when Dream said he had seen nothing. He didn't want to risk any awkward interactions. No guests had come over those days. The two boys were both too wrapped up in this to have time to hang out with anyone.
Some would say this was a misunderstanding, that it could be worked out if George explained that what Dream had witnessed wasn't really a serious thing, just heat of the moment. If Dream just admitted he loved George. Or could it be explained better as a lack of communication? Neither of the housemates bothered to ask themselves these questions. Well, it was getting late anyway, George needed to grab his work from the kitchen counter so it would be packed up in his suitcase for work the next day. As he always did, the young, lanky boy was watching behind his shoulders, constantly making sure Dream wasn't out of his room. George had put so much effort into this search for Dream, that he had miserably failed. He gasped and turned around quickly, realizing he had bumped into Dream, who was making another cup of coffee. Dream of course noticed, much to George's dismay. Dream let out a rumbly hum, "You should look in front of you when you walk." Those words were spoken very blandly, but George somehow managed to pick up that it was meant as a bit of a tease.
George could only manage a very shaky, fake chuckle, "R-Right, will do, I-"
Dream didn't let the nervous boy finish his sentence. "Don't be so nervous, I don't bite, you know. Only on special occasions." It was another joke meant to lighten the mood, but Dream's blank expression and purple under his eyes wasn't the most welcoming look. George nodded briskly, turning around to leave as quick as he could, but a sudden uninvited hand on his shoulder made him yelp and freeze. "Don't be so scared of me. We're housemates after all. I'm not a wolf." A shiver tickled down George's spine. He wasn't very fond of this situation. He always felt inferior to Dream, like he was smaller, not as commanding, so Dream's hand on his shoulder, controlling him, felt like so much. George's breathing got heavier, but he didn't notice until Dream spoke again, "George. I can tell you've been avoiding me."
George was quick to reply, defensive of himself and his situation, "You told me you were going to be busy, I was only respecting you and what you need-"
"Stop lying. Even if I was busy, you would pester me like an insect." Dream hissed. He really didn't mean to come off as so rude, and say something so mean, but he was annoyed by the fact that George was 'treating himself as a victim', in his opinion.
George's eyes began to wet slightly. He continued to try to come off as strong, but his voice was cracking with sadness, "Oh, really? Is that how you really feel about me? Well, I'm glad to fucking know it now."
Dream let out a small growl, frustrated with himself, "No, I just... I didn't mean that, I'm just angry, okay? You don't even know what I've been feeling lately."
George began to yell, he couldn't handle it anymore, "YOU don't know what I've been going through! I don't know even know if you still care about me, and I have to live with and provide for you! I don't even know if it's worth living here with you anymore, because I feel so ashamed of having a private life that you shouldn't even have to be involved with anymore!"
"Involved with... anymore..? George, you don't make any sense! I never even tried to get involved in your personal love life! Don't accuse me of creepy shit like that..." Dream's voice quieted a bit as tears began to stream down his warm face. He was a very emotionally open guy, but crying in front of people wasn't something he did too often. Being accused of invading George's privacy didn't slide with him, he never wanted to hurt George in any way.
George could've facepalmed, but he held himself back, "Oh my god, you wouldn't understand. I couldn't tell you something like that, you've been so oblivious all these years. I've been in love with you, pretty much since I met you! I was still working out who I was back then, and it felt weird because you're younger, and it felt so much weirder then, too, because we were just kids! Have you seriously not noticed, this whole time, the way I blush and stutter around you when you jokingly flirt with me? You're playing with my heart! You fu-"
The shorter boy was cut off by something pressing to his lips. It was Dream's finger, and he had the most strained, uncomfortable expression. George had never seen someone so embarrassed. Dream's face was blushing, with beads of sweat beginning to form at his temples, "Please, too much to take in, overwhelmed..." Dream managed to mutter out, truly showing how confused he was.
George looked down at Dream's finger, and finally decided to move it away after a few moments of hesitation. He tried to repeat what he had said, to see if maybe Dream had just misunderstood, "I love you, Dream, okay? I. Love. You."
Dream yelled out, his eyes forced shut, "No no no, no you don't, this isn't real."
George begin to glare, scoffing, "Okay, I get it, you don't like me back. I've known this, but you don't have to react so intensely!"
"I.. just need some time to think, okay? I'm.. not sure what to say yet." Dream stuttered.
George began to turn away slightly, having a harsh tone to his voice, "Okay."
/// "DREAM JUST SAY YOU LOVE HIM"
I know, I know. sorry for the torture.
