why would you ever kiss me? ♡ a dreamnotfound fanfiction oneshot

why would you ever kiss me?

authors note: THIS IS FICTION. if this seems to reflect on real life events, it's not on purpose. this is purely out of my imagination and i wrote this for fun! thank you for reading :D (if dream or george reads this, i will die on the spot HAHA)

warning: includes swearing and kissing

dream pov

i sit in junior science class, bordley carving holes into the cheap wooden desk with my pencil. i look up at the clock above the classroom door, it reading 1:37. i tap my foot, impatiently waiting for class to end. besides my foot tapping, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights and the indistinguishable chatter of the teacher and students is all i can hear. but all i can think of is him.

george.

we've been friends for years now, ever since that day in 6th grade when he showed up, a new kid straight from england. he was shy and awkward when he introduced himself to the 1st period math class. when i first saw him i took interest in the dark-haired boy. he wasn't like the other kids at school who were loud-mouthed, annoying, and usually rude. they didn't know when to quit. but george thought about his words. he was kind, albeit a little shy. during lunch he sat by himself, so i had my friends, nick and darryl, and i go sit with him. he seemed relieved that he didn't have to sit alone. since then we've been inseparable friends.

friends.

i've always hated using that word when talking about him. it reminds me of how we are just friends. how we can't hold hands without it being "weird", how we can't kiss, how we can't cuddle, how i can't tell george i love him without him playing it off as a joke or a friend thing.

since the beginning of sophomore year, i've started to develop feelings for him. he is just so different from other people i've met. he is so kind, thoughtful, selfless, funny, i could go on. but, i don't want to ruin the strong bond and friendship we have now by telling him how i feel.

i look down at the sweater i'm wearing: george's sweater. he gave it to me yesterday when we were walking home. it was a bit cold and i was shivering, so he insisted i wear it. it was honestly so cute.

the sound of the school bell rings and snaps me out of my thoughts. i pack everything into my backpack, and walk out of the classroom. i start to walk to my next class until my phone buzzes in my pocket. i stop and check my phone.

George <3

George: hey dreamy, want to skip next period? rlly don't want to go to history today.
George: also i need to tell you something

my heart flutters a little. he wants to tell me something?

George <3

Dream: sure, meet in the bathroom by the cafeteria?

George: yup

i grin and walk to the bathroom as i put my phone away. i always enjoy the times i am alone with george. it's like all my worries go away.

(third person pov)

dream gets to the bathroom and george is already there, leaned against the wall.

"took you long enough," he jokes, chuckling a bit. "nice sweater."

dream lets out a wheeze, dropping his backpack onto the floor. "thank you."

"it looks nice on you, better than it looks on me," george joked.

dream blushes.

"so, what's up?" dream asks, swaying back and forth on his heels.