Impossible love (dreamxgeorgenotfound)

Chapter 3 - Why isn't he answering

Warning! Blood is in this chapter, and homophobic things i dunno?

Im not homophobic. I love everyone the way they are, but we need a character to hate dont we?

George woke up by an angry voice, that was directed towards him.
"George! What are you doing out here?!" Diana almost screamed. She was pissed

George was confused. He had the same question, since he didn't remember what he was doing there on the livingroom sofa. What happened yesterday?

Dream.

How was he? Was the only thoughts existing in George's brain. He needed to know what happened. What he did wrong. He planned to call dream later today so they could talk about this, for real.

George spaced out.

"Hello? Answer me!" Diana was at the edge of going insane. What had George done that was that bad?
"God, what is it?" George answered with his sleepy voice. "I saw what you said on stream last night, to dream. And now you are sleeping out here? What's wrong with you, you little gay shit" She screamed right in Georges face. She has always been REALLY jealous, but when it comes to dream it's just too extreme. Just because George spend so much time with him.

When George heard the word gay, he snapped. HE ISN'T GAY! He slowly stood up, pointed his finger to diana and screamed "IM NOT, GAY! You fcki... whatever, get OFF me.." He tried to calm himself down. This is not what he needed right now. But Diana did not feel the same way.

"You fcki... what? What did you wanna say to me?"

"Nothing, im not having this right now. Let me wake up and we'll talk about this later, plea" He got interupted by a hard slap on his left cheekbone.

Georges mind went black. George got so chocked, his body felt paralysed for the moment. He started to feel dizzy, and unfortunely couldn't stand on his own anymore. And then it happened. He fell, backwards down into the livingroom table edge. The table broke into pieces, pieces that George got into the back off his head.

Diana now realised what she was doing. She fell onto the floor, crawling to where george laid.
"Oh my god, George!"...
She tried to pick him up, but her body was too weak. Diana looked down at the floor, slowly moving her gaze up to see George. Scared for what she would see, Diana grabbed his blue shirt and clenched her fist as hard as she could as she looked up.
"Please, are you okay?"
She saw it.
"George...."
The blood ran from Georges head down the pieces left from the table, down onto the floor. The situation started to look really bad for Diana. Her small words, they screamed help. For none to hear.

The phone.

She let go of George, and ran the fastest she could on her wiggly legs that could've collapsed any moment. To her phone. The adrenaline kept her going. Without it she would've fainted.
9.. 1.. 1.. was clicked into the phone in her hand

"HELLO!!!" Diana screamed at the top of her lungs
"Hello ma'm try to stay calm, what is your situation?" The police woman said trying to calm Diana down."THER..e was.. an accident, and my boyfriend is hurt. Really hurt. Yo..o.u , need t t o SEnd an ambulance!!" Diana cried so much she couldn't breath.

"What are you adress?"

"Willow..he..aven, road 5, HURRYY!!"

Dream stood in his empty and cold room, watching the leaves one by one fall to the ground through his window.

5 days. George hadn't answered in 5 days. Dream and George had plans for recording videos, yesterday.Dream knew he overreacted on that stream. But why wouldn't George answer him? They're best friends!

Dream was really upset. He had spammed georges twitter, snapchat. Instagram, discord, everything. Without a single sign he was even alive. Was it Diana again? Her jealousy had been a problem before. She made George block dream, in a whole week. But even then he answered sometimes when she wasn't nearby. Now it was deadly quiet from his side.

If only he hadn't been so childish on that stream. But he couldn't help it. Those words.., "I know you love hearing me scream Dream.." they broke him. For a long time Dream had always loved to tease George in a sexual/ loving way. He knew George got flustered by it and Dream loved that. But he hadn't realised why, exactly he did. He never digged deeper into those thoughts.

But now he knows. When George answered his little flirts, he felt it. His feelings towards George. Strong and alive, only for him. When George said what he said, Dreams blood streamed through his body, and let me tell you. Not to his cheeks to get them rosen red and warm. The blood went down, and something else went hard. And wild thoughts about George in Dreams bed wildly appeared.

This terrified Dream. He didn't know what to say, he can't tell George what happened could he? So he pretended everything was fine.

Why the fuck did i pretend everything was fine? I probably scared George off by my weird reaction. I fucking hate myself.

Dream missed George. So damn much it hurted. It felt like someone was choking him, from inside. He couldnt breath. Sometimes it got to much, when he realised George was the only one there for him when he needed it.

He tried to stream to calm down. But the fans noticed Dream wasn't himself and that George was gone. He couldn't escape his thoughts anymore. He needed to know if George was fine. He thought of desperate ways to contact George. Without any succesful thoughts, something finally plopped into his mind.

His mother.

Dream had Georges mother's telephone number!
How could he forget this?

Dream ran to his phone, but just before picking it up he stopped. Was he ready to hear what was about to be told? Or was he only overreacting? Dream went to his contacts. With a shaky finger, he clicked the call button on Georges mother's number.

He listened to the little beep sounds. None answered at first, when he was ready to give up someone finally picked up. On the last signal.
"Hello?" A woman said with a sad voice "Hello! Is this Georges mother Im talking to?" Dream slowly said with tears building up. This didn't feel good, at all." Yes I am. Who am I talking to?" She steadied her voice." This is Dream, or my real name is Clay. Im Georges bestfriend. I haven't heard from him in days. How is he?" Clay answered almost scared to death to hear what she had to say.

"Haven't you heard?." Her voice cracked into tears

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Should i keep the perspective like this?