Colors // A dreamnotfound fanfic

7~ "Confession pt. 2"

George pov

I couldn't stop thinking about what Dream said. He was so vague yet so certain. If he didn't have feelings for me he would just come out and say it right? These thoughts lingered in my mind until I felt Dream shuffle beside me

"Good morning George" he said sitting up.

"Morning" I said

Clay gave me a weird look and then smiled before getting up to go to the restroom

Was there something on my face? I leaped out of my bed to look in the mirror. My bedhead was crazy. I frantically tried to comb it down with my hands but to no avail. Dream walked in and giggled

"Leave it it's funny...And cute" he said with a toothbrush in his mouth

I felt my face flush. Just like Dream described. Pink.

When Dream left the room I grabbed a new shirt to change into. As I removed my shirt I looked at myself in the mirror. A small figure stood in front of me. I felt a tear in my eye. I wiped it away and slipped my shirt on. I joined dream in the living room as he edited on his laptop. I turned on the tv and cuddled up next to him. He looked at me and smiled.

Clay POV

Without really realizing it, I was playing with George's hand while I edited. For some reason, I craved his touch. I looked at him. He was playing with mine as well. I blushed and looked back at my laptop.

I was deep in thought. I've dated girls and been attracted to girls. But George was something different. He is so amazing. He's funny, and he's caring. He's sweet and playful. He has an attitude but it's what makes him interesting.

So I like girls

And I like George

I like both

Maybe I'm Bisexual?

George sat up, snapping me out of my thoughts "Can we talk"

I felt nervous, but I obliged and closed my laptop, setting it on the coffee table. He paused the tv and turned to face towards me.

"You're confusing me"

"What? What are you talking about"

"You didn't deny having feelings for me, but you didn't confirm it either. What does that mean"

"I uh- I don't know"

"It's not fair clay. You cuddle me, you flirt with me, And yet you don't know what you feel"

I looked up at George, he wore a sad expression. I had to make my decision. I didn't know what people would think if I was with a guy. But did I really care what they thought? George meant so much to me. My feelings were being returned and yet, I didn't know what to do.

George shook his head and attempted to get up, a result of my lack of response. Before he could fully get up I spoke. "Wait"

He sat back down. My heart was practically pounding out of my chest.

I carefully reached my hand to George's face, caressing it lightly. I softly pulled him in. Our lips met briefly before I pulled away. George's eyes fluttered open and I gave a soft smile

"I like you George...a lot."

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