Double Whammy: A Two-Fic Special (DNF)

Dealing With Something Unexpected, What Was He Going To Do?

(A/N: This is the second fic, a direct continuation of the previous fic, but this time it's from George's POV)

It started out as a simple intervention, a concerned George putting a halt to their recording after noticing his best friend was overly-agitated and snapping over simple things. Something was obviously wrong.

"Okay, I'm calling a time-out," he demanded, quickly twitching his recording software off, "Turn your recording off."

"What? You alright?" He heard Dream ask, confused, and could only scoff? Was he alright? Was he even paying attention to himself?

"I should be asking you that, you've been nothing but snappy today," George commented. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." George knew that was a lie. It had to be, there was something wrong and he wasn't spilling.

"No, you're not," George stated, keen on helping Dream. "What's wrong, Dream?"

"Just tired," he mumbled, sounding tired. George knew he was telling the truth with that. "Haven't been sleeping well." Now that surprised George. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. But why?

"But I thought your neighbors got rid of the dog," George said, trying to make sense of the situation. "I thought you told me you were sleeping well now."

"It was never a dog keeping me up, George," can the quick snap from Dream, almost too quick. What? What did he mean, it was never a dog?

Dream lied? Why?

"What? It wasn't a dog?" George's voice began to almost strain with hurt, almost covering his concern. He didn't understand. What's going on? Why did he lie?

When Dream didn't respond, he only continued to push. "Dream, it wasn't a dog? Why did you lie to me?" His voice was almost dripping with hurt. George just wanted to understand, he just wanted to help. "What's wrong? What's been keeping you up?"

"Nothing..." Dream tried to lie, to escape the conversation. But George wasn't having it. He wasn't going to let his friend suffer and not know why. It just didn't feel right.

"It can't be nothing if you can't sleep, Dream!" George began, voice raising some, "And you never lie to me like this! Not when it's serious." His voice fell to a plea at the end. "Please, Dream, you can talk to me. Tell me what's wrong, please."

The trembling intake of breath caught George off guard. Was Dream cry-

He never finished his thought, because Dream's yell cut through the air and struck George straight in the chest.

"I CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND IT'S KILLING ME!"

The silence that fell between them was suffocating, the type of silence that normally would never fall between them. It felt like someone had swung a bat at George, the wind being knocked from his lungs.

What?

Dream loved him? George could barely think, barely process anything.

Dream... loved him back? But more importantly...

Dream has been hurting, because he thinks it's unrequited. Oh, oh no.