Peach Silhouette

9 | Stay

quick an: hi i know i don't do this b4 chapters but real quick I'm warning you guys that swearing starts in this chapter and continues for the rest of the story :)

I hurried down the hall, smoothing my shirt and running my hands through my hair. 

Of course the first day I've slept well is today.  

I huffed, annoyed. I pushed the previous night's events away from my mind. That's been happening a lot recently. I passed the framed picture we had taken last week with everyone smiling, Dream and I in the middle while he waved the vibrant red flag above his head. I smiled softly. I slipped into the kitchen.

"Good afternoon George. You are aware it's afternoon, right?" Wilbur grinned. I crossed my arms.

"Will, shush, he was too busy with Dream last night to get a goodnight's rest." My face flamed.

"Busy doing what?" I turned around to see Dream, who wore a pair of white jeans with tears at the knee and a tucked green tee shirt. He ran his hand through his constantly messy hair, the rings on his fingers glinting in the light. My world stopped for a moment when I saw him and for a second I couldn't breathe. 

Holy fuck, he's pretty. 

He stepped into the kitchen, brushing past me. I coughed, covering my face as I felt Tommy's gaze land on me. 

Collapsing on the floor, confused and alone. And then suddenly I wasn't. Suddenly there was a bed and a warm body beside me. 

It's not gay if we're not, right?

"Well, now that you've arrived, let's start baking." Techno said coolly. His low voice snapped me out of my thoughts. 

"What are we making?" I asked.

"Banana bread." Wilbur replied, pointing to the bunch of bananas on the white counters. 

"So we need the flour first, and-" Tommy's voice faded as I stared out the window. The ocean crashed on to the beach below.

"Tommy!" I heard Wilbur's outburst and I turned to see Wilbur coated in a thin layer of white dust. I grinned as the older man lunged for the boy, his hand full of flour ready to attack.

"Wilbur please, no I don't want to die- i- AHHHHHh" Tommy's hair was now white, and Techno joined the fray. Soon the three friends were all covered in flour, and they were reduced into a laughing mess as the air grew cloudy. 

I wonder if they ever........comfort each other like Dream and I do. Friends normally do that, right?

I looked at Dream, and his green eyes were fixed on me. I looked away quickly, heat filling my veins quickly. 

There's something different about Dream and I. But he's straight...and I'm straight...right?

"Anyways," Tommy said, shooting a glare at Wilbur who returned it. "Back to the banana bread." I began to whisk the wet ingredients into a batter, trying to focus on the banana scented mixture rather than the disappointment rising in my throat at the thought of Dream being straight. I felt like it was suffocating me, that the only happiness I had found lately was out of reach. It was crushing, really. 

~last night; Dream's pov~

I heard a faint sob from the room beside mine. I took off my headphones for a moment, while my chat wondered why I had gone quiet. I heard it again, and I felt urgency pressing at my mind, the thoughts nagging at me.

"Chat, I'm sorry I have to go." I ended stream before they had time to react, standing up and flinging the door to George's room open, completely forgetting the others who may have been trying to sleep. There, lying in a crumpled mess, was George. His eyes were red, and without thinking I scooped him up into my arms. He was so light, it was a little bit scary. I laid him gently on his bed, covering him up with a blanket and brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Everything's gonna be ok George. I'll always be here." I whispered softly. "Always." He didn't respond, and I stood up to leave. He grabbed my arm. 

"Stay."

He shifted, giving me space to lay down. My cheeks must have been the color of a firetruck, I knew, but I laid down next to him anyway. "The nightmares don't happen when you're here." George whispered, his voice breaking. I took his hand in mine.

"Whatever is causing your nightmares, I'll hunt it down." He laughed.

"You are good at hunting things down." He smiled. He nestled his head in my shoulder, and we remained that way for a while. My thoughts were busy and filled my head. One thought stood out.

"I'm in love with you, George." It hit me like a truck as I murmured those six words. I felt myself drift off into a content sleep, the first in a while.

I woke up as weak light filtered through the window. For a second I was confused. I opened my eyes to see my hand still clasped with George. My brain had a melt down.

NOPE NOPE NOPE NO WAY IM SPOONING GEORGE RIGHT NOW-

I didn't move, not wanting to wake George given I knew he hadn't slept well in years. I carefully removed my hand from his, and slid out from under the covers. I closed his door, only to walk right into Tommy. I cursed internally. Of all people, it had to be Tommy. 

"Hello boss man, we were planning on doing a cooking stream later. You and George are welcome to join." His voice was hushed. Although Tommy was young, he understood people very well and he knew not to wake George just as well as I did. 

"Sure, but later. I think this is the first time he's slept pass 7 am in almost a decade." Tommy nodded, and I entered my room. I opened my closet, first looking at what to wear that might impress. Then, I saw a slip of blue fabric. I knew exactly what I was looking at right away. I unfolded the flag, shaking out the dust. I grabbed two pins and hung it over my bed. 

Now my room was finally complete.

~

inspiring song(s)

tie me down - gryffin

~

an: GEORGE ITS DEF GAY I PROMISE YOU

anYways, girls, guys, non-binary pals, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1K READS!! THAT IS INSANE!! 

this chapter wasn't originally this exciting but 1 - the song i'm listening to rn gives off physical affection/fluff vibes, an 2 - i figured i had to try and thank you guys for 1k reads!!! i'm absolutely stunned. i love you all so much. sdhsgsjbfjhbf i guess vote maybe....? 

afri out <3