~DreamSMP Oneshots~

Hate Being Heather - Fundy x Dream + George

-George's POV-

"It's cold," I say.

"Sorry, didn't bring another jacket." Dream says, looking away.

I follow his gaze towards his boyfriend, Fundy, wearing his green sweater. The one he let me wear just weeks ago.

"Oh, it's fine."

Fundy comes for Dream, grabbing his hand.

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Listening to music, I find a new song, Heather.

Why not?

The song loops, and loops, and again, until I can't count the times, nor the tears.

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Fundy is texting me, but I don't want to look.

Tearfully, I check the messages.

Hey, you ok?

You looked off yesterday.

George?

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[tw:  suicide]

Dream was calling, I was barely able to pick up.

Sobs and tears hit me through the phone.

"He fucking did it. He- He- "

He sounded broken.

"W- What happened?" I try.

"Fundy he-"

Cries and sobs cut him off again.

"He fucking k- killed himself"

Inconsolably crying, he stopped talking.

"Shit, I- Dream, no- I-" I can't finish a sentence.

"I- I just thought- y-you were the first p-person I could call-" He sniffs.

I don't have a response, I just let him hang up.

There's a text notification, from Fundy. Shit.

I still remember third of December
You in his sweater, he said it looked better
On you, than it did him, tears filled to my brim
I knew you liked him, but you see his eyes
When I walk by
Sights that give me sore eyes
Clouds among my grey sky
You had him mesmerized
But you cried
You know he'll never kiss me
But he still calls me pretty
He gave me his sweater
It's just polyester
Cause he likes you better
I hate being Heather
You see us standing as he holds my hand
Put your arm 'round your shoulder, now I just feel colder
I know you hate me, words don't escape me
Not in your head, we both wish I were dead
When I walk by
Sights that give me sore eyes
Clouds among my grey sky
You had him mesmerized
But you cried
You know he'll never kiss me
But he still calls me pretty
He gave me his sweater
It's just polyester
Cause he likes you better
I hate being Heather
Hate being Heather
(Oh, oh)
Hate being Heather
Why won't he ever kiss me?
He told me that I was pretty
He gave me his sweater
It's just polyester
He still likes you better
I hate being