detest me || DNF

["Is the bet on now?"

Dark waves swivel in the other boy's eyes, not threatening but making Dream get lost until he drowns in it. George holds out his pale hand now, patiently waiting in the unspoken space between them.

This is dangerous, he reminds himself. For you. For him.

His hand finds hold on the other boys' and squeezes a little, feeling the fragility underneath it. The slight pressure from his counterpart on the back of his hand is promising but cautious. Despite the heat befuddling his senses, Dream feels slight chills running down his spine as their fingers unlock and brush past each other in an understanding manner.]

Or

George is rich, talks too much and is friends with Wilbur Soot; Dream wants nothing more than to despise him. Though, between sleepless nights, dandelions, party encounters and stars, it turns out not as easy as he'd hoped. Unexpectedly and unwillingly, the both of them stumble over the line of rich and average, north and south, hate and contempt and fall into something way deeper than that.