just a boy.

the beginning.

when it did begin it was just about a boy who could make him laugh, and then it was about a boy who could make him smile because a smile is so much more intimate, then it was about a boy who could make him cry without doing a single thing wrong.

he wasn't used to crying, and he definitely wasn't used to sadness without anger but he couldn't be angry at the boy. the boy got angry at him one time and that made him cry too. not sobbing, not swollen eyes, just quiet tears that once you wiped away left no evidence behind, no red eyes and no salty skin. he didn't like that he could just wipe away the emotion so easily but he could, he'd always been able to.

George was so totally oblivious to all of it. he liked that though. the rest of the smp made jokes and teased them but they didn't really have any idea because their dream was funny and angry and smart and he didn't cry and he didn't let stuff get to him. dream liked that they thought that stuff. it was mostly true.

the first time dream realised he loved george he started laughing, hysterical laughter because had he really just thought that? did you really just say to yourself that you loved him? and so he laughed some more and stopped thinking about it. the second time dream realised he loved george he didn't laugh because this time he loved george with the type of love that actually meant something. not the type of love that you casually told your middle school crush you meant. of course he'd never tell anyone that because that type of love is something you can't take back.

a few nights ago dream and george had been harvesting some of the crops. they always did that together because dream didn't trust anyone else to not mess it up. he did trust the others of course he just liked the nights where him and george were by themselves without having to makeup excuses and explanations. they always did it at night too because george liked the stars. his favourite thing about george was how he got so happy at little things. he planted some flowers outside his house once, he liked to replay the image of george's face inside his mind as he stepped outside and saw them. he brought george fish for his pond and gave him the pretty shells and pebbles that he found. he'd spent ages looking for them. the rest of the smp thought dream just flirted with george because it was funny. it wasn't funny for dream because he wished he didn't have to be joking.

he did have to be joking though because it was too hard for it to be real.