DreamNotFound Oneshots

Notice Me (Part 5/7)

Fluff!
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Dream's POV:

Just ten seconds left of overtime.

I held the ball in my sweaty palms. It felt so heavy as if i was holding a dense rock. I pulled my arm back to shoot, as i threw my left arm out in front of me to build momentum for the throw.

Breathe in, breathe out.

The ball left my palm.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I didn't want to watch it.

I squinted my eyes closed and bit my lip. I could feel my hands profusely shaking at my sides. My breaths were rapid and unsteady. I felt like a tiny sailboat lost between the angry and clashing waves of a stormy ocean. Everything seemed to pass by in a blur as i drowned under the panic.

Three beeps screeched out of the speakers. I flinched at the sudden sound, ripping me from the depths of my thoughts.

I could feel my palpitating heart hammering a steady beat against my chest.

Shouts of excitement erupted throughout the hall, the bellowing sound echoing into a huge roar.

I did it.

I won us the game.

My teammates surrounded me, chanting and cheering. Nick and another of my friends, Zak, gave me bro-hugs both beaming at me with genuine smiles of glee.

I was suffocating in the triumph, with nearly everyone from the bleachers swarming onto the court, either joining in with celebration or consolidating their sulking team members.

Everything was so bloody loud and chaotic.

Usually i would thrive in a situation like this. I would holler and shout and prance about. But, right now, i am focused one one thing.

One person.

George.

He was making his way down the steps, his slender frame standing out between all the muscled jocks, as he squashed past them. Or maybe he just stands out to me. His eyes were glued to the floor, watching his steps very carefully as to not fall in the bustling area.

My coach, classmates and even parents of my fellow teammates all walked up to me and muttered a "well done" or "congrats", as they firmly rested their hand on my shoulder for a brief moment. But i gave them no attention. Not a "thanks" or even a nod and smile. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

He is too perfect. My own personal brand of drug; everything he does lures me in.

He stopped in front of me, nervously glancing up to meet my eyes and biting his slightly sore bottom lip.
Both of our unsteady breaths intermingled with our close proximity (social distancing? I don't know her).

"H-hi..." he whispered loudly, stuttering from his breathlessness.

I couldn't speak.

I was in awe.

My breath hitched as i let out a breathy laugh. My lips had fallen into a sort've sad smile, as my eyebrows drew together into a frown.

All i could do was stare at him.

He started to lean in; his lips getting dangerously close to mine, but he turned his face at the last moment with his gaze still deeply locked with mine.

"You did it," his angelic voice hummed into my ear, sounding like a one-note lullaby. I am his sailor as he sings me his mermaid siren.

I think i'm going to cry.