Autophobia (DNF FANFIC)~discontinued

Chapter 11- Poor Dweam

GEORGE POV:

What the fuck, may I ask, is wrong with me? I didn't want to push him away. I wanted to bask in the warmth and comfort longer.

I knew I was making him uncomfortable though, and every time I looked at his wet shirt after that, a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach just made me feel so guilty. I'd been constantly ignoring Dream ever since.

Avoiding him.

After a while, the feeling had gotten even worse so I made my way over to his closed door to apologize. He'd been streaming (he'd asked me to join him too, though I rejected him. Another thing to be guilty about), but once I heard the shouting stop, I figured the stream was over. Too lazy and guilty to pull out my phone to actually confirm whether he was done, I stood in front of the door with my ear against the wood to listen for any signs of talking or noise to confirm I could come in. 

If the fan base found out we'd met, we'd near hear the end of it from our shippers. I almost smiled at the thought.

Almost.

I stopped because instead of hearing the sound of Dream or Nick talking, I heard banging. I almost barged in, ready to break the door down, before I could, I heard soft cries from the other side.

My heart sunk to my shoes.

I wasn't the best with people and wasn't in the best state of mind myself at the time, so I just silently snuck back to the living room, praying he didn't hear me.

I'm so sorry, Clay. I'm so sorry.

What was going on even?

Why were my thoughts so jumbled over this?

I needed someone to talk to. 

I needed to breathe. 

I headed to the kitchen because who the hell doesn't stress eat?

Get out, author.

Opening the fridge, I rejoiced at the fact that there was, in fact, no food in there.

Could this day get any worse? (yes)

GET OUT, AUTHOR.

Collecting my wallet from the living room table, I simultaneously somewhat patted my hair down with my hands. Then grabbed the keys, put on my shoes, quickly scribbled down a note for Clay just in case, though I suspected he wouldn't notice my absence while it was present. (:I)

I was telling myself I just needed food, but I was secretly hoping I'd run into Charlie and he'd be willing to spend some time with me again.

Why?

Ask me if I know. 

I made my way to the store and lo and behold, there was Charlie, coming out of the store.

"Hey Charlie!"

 (I JUST REALIZED I DONT REMEMBER THE DUDE'S NAME. it is Charlie, right? I'm going to be so embarrassed if it isn't but I'm not going to check anyway because I'm ✨lazy✨)

"Oh, George! Didn't expect to find you here..." He had a nervous smile on his face.

"Do you have something to do? I'm bored and kinda need someone to hang out with."

I'm confused and I need someone to vent to.

"No, I can hang out. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about you when I saw you.."

Creepy? 

Nah.

And so we hung out for the whole day, it went by like a whizz. Again.

The next day, the atmosphere was still there and I knew I had to apologize to Clay, but Charlie was like a drug. I knew I should have apologized and gotten it over with and started hanging out with my best friend before he left for Florida again but hanging out with Charlie just made me forget my troubles...

So I hung out with him again.

And again.

And again...

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guys. I left at 2.5K and come back less than a week later to 3K WTF?!-

P O G C H A M P

also. just to let ya'll know, I don't know exactly where I'm going with this story. I've just been freestyling and I'm guessing you can tell by the random storyline and terrible writing. But just to clarify. I have no clue in HELL what I'm doing.

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