George was sat in his room again, thinking to himself on what he said to Dream. He didn't know if it was the right choice or not. It was fairly easy for him to lie about this kind of thing, but he had a feeling in his heart that he had messed up again.
He could really feel something was wrong, even though Dream was doing a much better job hiding his feelings than the last time something that had to do with George's romantic life was brought up. In all honesty, it was fairly easy for George to see that someone was upset, and most of the time, being able to tell what specifically was hurting them too. He had always struggled with knowing when or when not to bring up that he knew what was happening, usually finding himself messing things up by doing such, so he had started trying to shut down that part of himself. Trauma was also something he could see in people. He could gain an understanding of what had fucked someone up by their mannerisms and the way they reacted to certain things. Once he brought this up to some friends, though, he began to see them not being as open to him as before, and trying not to show their weak side. He realized a bit too late that bringing these things up was overstepping boundaries. He had just wanted to help his friends. It didn't come off to them that way.
George wanted to admit his feelings again, so bad, but it was too late. He had already taken what he said back and he was afraid to confuse Dream too much if he kept changing up what he told him. An overwhelming, choking feeling came over his body. He felt like he was holding something back, and was starting to become a bit nauseous. Soon though, this was relieved by him bursting into tears and sobbing so loud that Dream could hear from his room.
Dream quickly rushed to George's room, slamming open the door without any warning. He made his way over to George, who was curled into a ball, hugging his legs. Dream hugged onto George immediately, letting out quiet 'shhhh's and 'it's okay's. At first, the comfort made George break down even further, but after a couple minutes of hard weeping that began to hurt his neck, he slowed into small snivels. Once George was calm enough, Dream, whose shirt was soaked in tears, spoke up first, "What happened, George?"
George let out weak whimpers, hugging back onto Dream, "I-I'm so confused right now, Dream. I don't know how I feel and I'm so confused. I just want you to feel happy but I don't know what will make you happy."
Dream wasn't quite sure how to respond at first. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, a guilt for making George feel so confused with himself. He took a deep breath in, scared to overstep boundaries and not being able to take anything he said back, "You make me happy, George. You're the best I could've asked for and you make my life so much easier than you know. You've done so much for me, you have made me so, so happy."
George finally looked up, into Dream's eyes. After wiping his tears, he couldn't seem to break away from Dream's face. He had a tan complexion, complete with dimples when he smiled. His face was beautifully simple, but George felt like even if he stared for an eternity he would never be able to fully take it in. Dream moved forward slightly, cupping George's crimsoned cheek, slowly. They held eye contact, George's own dilating as his mouth hung open ever so slightly, transfixed. The taller boy moved forward a bit more, but paused, a slight concern appearing through his knitted eyebrows, "Is this okay? Are you okay with me kissing you?"
George could hardly move, moments away from trembling, so excited but so terrified. He let out a shaky huff of air, nodding his head quickly, adrenaline making his saliva more thick.
Dream leaned in, perfectly chapped lips meeting George's soft ones. After a few moments of Dream having to lean to kiss George, he could tell George was comfortable with moving closer. They now sat only an inch away, taking things very slowly. The gap between them seemed to be filled with hesitance, but both boys were satisfied with their current position, the kiss being enough. Everything about the kiss was so gentle, as if either of them could break at any sudden movements. After a good quarter of a minute of pure bliss, Dream pulled away. He had a befuddled expression, eyes half-lidded, but soon smiled, eyes lighting up again. George's eyes, on the contrary, were wide and he was nervous to move, as if the air surrounding them was filled with ready-to-break glass. Though, Dream's smile allowed his anxious composure to drop a bit as he let out a breathy chuckle.
It felt like the long-lasting tension and the irresolute behaviors dropped, losing the once timorous atmosphere. The air went from thick and polluted to clear and thin.They could both breathe again. It was so, so much easier to breathe. George swore he could've cried from relief, but he yielded himself, not wanting to make this over-emotional.
Dream hugged George cordially, arms serving as a reassuring envelope, sealing those endless nights of pondering. He was finally safe.
