//hi! thank you so much for 2K views !!! this blows my mind, I never thought it would get this popular. sorry for not uploading, I got my wisdom teeth out and haven't been recovering as others do. needless to say, I will be working on this when I can! it's been a month I'm so sorry 🥺
George sat in his room, cursing to himself. His face was completely red, and he was sweating a tad bit. Why did he confess to Dream? What good would it do? Now things were just going to be awkward. George started thinking about the whole situation. "I pay for him everywhere we go, I let him move in with me, I get so nervous around him... yet he still didn't know I like him."
Tears began to stream down the pale boy's face as he started punching his bed. Choked sobs echoed throughout his room, as did the squeaks of the bed. He screamed out, "I don't even want to live here anymore! I don't want to live here, it's too damn embarrassing!"
Just from outside of the room sat Dream, who was contemplating whether to interfere or not. He clenched his fists, "It's my fault he's so upset... I'll only make things worse, like always..." Dream got up and left the house for the first time in days, and started walking. He didn't know where. He just needed to go.
Further along the way, he realized he wasn't even going anywhere. Just running pointlessly. And was completely lost.
Dream looked around, having no idea where he was. There were no signs that offered any help, and he wasn't quite sure what to do. He sighed and grunted, dialing George's phone, "George... I'm lost."
George clenched his teeth, genuinely a bit annoyed at this point, "Really, Dream? I told you not to walk around alone, you always do this! And you could get hurt."
Dream's breath hitched, shocked at how quickly George got mad, "Okay, fine, whatever. I'll just ask Bad to pick me up or something..."
George gasped softly, "No, no I can pick you up!"
Dream smirked, but held back a chuckle, trying to maintain his normal tone of voice, "Mmk, Georgie, I'll see you shortly..." He knew where he was, but figured that this would give him a good chance to talk to George. To finally tell him he liked him. He continued to hold his smirk of victory, proud of his plan.
Dream heard a small, embarrassed growl come from the other end of the line before George hung up. Dream tried to pass the time by thinking of happy things, but all that came to his mind was George. Dream kept trying to think of different things, but no, that was all that came to mind. He imagined George's cute laugh, and the way George fiddled around with things when talking, not being able to keep still. He thought about the way George's eyes had such a softness to them, but could still show seriousness when necessary. He thought about George's little lips and his habit to suck on his upper lip, often leading to red above them. Dream always thought it was cute, though it made George self-conscious when people talked about it on livestream.
Dream heard a car pull up behind him, gravel crunching underneath the rubber tires. He got up, smiling, and got in the car. George didn't greet him, or look at him. He still seemed to be a bit flustered from earlier's phone call. So, Dream took it upon himself to start conversation, "Thanks for picking me up, Georgie-sweetie," he laughed.
George reacted quickly, growling and punching Dream's arm, "Shut up, Dream."
Dream chuckled in response, and looked at George in the eyes. He leaned forward to hug George over the armrest console, making George flinch a bit. Then, George hugged him back.
They were hugging for around half a minute, when Dream felt George began to shake, followed by soft whimpers and heavy breathing. He felt drops of water fall onto his chest, wetting his soft shirt. George was struggling to speak.
"I thought you hated me, I thought you were uncomfortable around me and you hated me." He tried to process what to say, "I.. I think I was confused when I said I liked you. I was probably just confusing my compassion for you as love... Maybe I just look up to you..." He lied.
Dream still held onto the hug, refusing to let George see his pained expression. He held back trembles, and hid his hurt with a shaky chuckle, "It's okay, George, I understand. I would never hate you."
George pulled away from the hug, leaving Dream to try to hide his despair in other ways.
George smiled at Dream, holding back tears.
Dream smiled at George, holding back tears.
"Thank you for being such a good friend, Dream."
