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“Clay?” Sam asked, the phone pressed to her ear, her voice shaking.
“Are you okay Sam? You sound distressed.” Dream muted to his chat once he got the call, George and Summer were sleeping on the bed after they had watched some Disney movie together.
“No.. I don’t think so… can you come over.. my mom and Wil are on a date.. and I can’t be alone.. I don’t.. I don’t trust myself.”
“I’ll be right there, sit on the couch and dont move, okay?”
“Okay..” Sam mumbled and Dream suddenly ended the stream sprinting out of the room and down to his car.
Dream arrived to Wilbur’s house and sprinted to the couch not seeing Sam there, but hearing soft cries from her room.
Dream walked over and knocked on the door, causing it to open from not being closed all the way.
Sam looked up at him, tears thick down her face.
Dream walked over and sat next to her, allowing her to hug him and cry into his chest.
They stayed like that for a while.
“I think I’m ready to talk..” Sam announced and Dream nodded, pulling away a bit.
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“I had a friend over.. he.. he and I have been dating for a few months now and we Yknow.. had that talk about stepping forward in our relationship.” Sam said, sniffling a bit.
“Yeah..”
“Well I.. he saw the scars.. and he.. he got grossed out.. he said he didn’t want someone who was broken..”
Dream let out a breath, “he’s a pussy and immature..” Dream paused, “Sammy, you’re a wonderful person and I don’t see how someone smart could hurt someone as great as you, I only want you to have the best and more in life, Sam, and anyone who tries to offer you less is fucking stupid.”
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Sam hugged Dream again and mumbled a thank you, before pulling away.
“You can leave now, I’m sure you want to spend time with George and would much rather not be talking to me about boys.”
“Boys suck, I’ve always told you that.” Dream stated and Sam chuckled a bit.
“That’s why you’re engaged to one?”
“That’s different, we all know George is really just a god in a mortals body.” Dream smiled ever so slightly as Sam laughed.
“Thank you for coming, Clay, I’m alright to be alone, I promise.”
“Well, I’m not so sure about leaving you alone, but I personally won’t be bothering you anymore.” Dream smirked and Summer ran into the room, George leaning on the bedroom doorway.
“Summer!”
“Sammy!” Summer smiled wide and jumped onto the end, tackling Sam into a hug.
“Wanna hang out with me for a bit, kiddo?” Sam asked and Summer nodded vigorously.
“This way you can enjoy yourself while not being alone.” George stated and Dream handed his card to Sam.
“In case you guys go out, we’ll be back to get her in a few hours when your mom and Wil come home, be safe, both of you.”
“We will.” Sam said with a soft smile.
Summer waved and said her goodbyes before Dream and George left the house, George had taken a cab there so he could ride back with Dream.
By the time they got home, George was sleeping so Dream carried him inside and sat on the couch, having George curled up in his lap.
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George blinked awake due to Dream kissing his head, George tugged his shorts off impulse and Dream frowned a bit.
“I think you’re stunning, baby.”
“You tell me all the time, Clay.” George pointed out and nuzzled closer to Dream.
“I just never tell you that enough.. and I mean all of you is stunning.” Dream rolled them so George was pinned under Dream, their eyes locking for a moment before Dream kissed his lips softly.
“Your lips…” Dream started before kissing George on the nose, “your nose..” Dream kissed along George’s freckle line, his forehead, his neck, his collarbones, down his arms, to his knuckles and even to each finger.
Dream moved down the center of George’s chest getting a few giggles.
Dream pushed ever so slightly at George’s shorts and kissed the white lines that dated back 5 years until a given time not too long ago, but long enough for George to break the addiction.
The blood rushing addiction.
George let out a tight breath, “Clay.. that’s so embarrassing..”
Dream only smiled and moved back up to kiss George’s lips, “I said I loved every part of you, and those are apart of you, and I would never love you any less over that. Honestly nothing could make me stop loving you.”
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“You’re such an idiot.” George smiled, “and I fucking hate you.”
“I hate you too.” Dream smiled and kissed George again.
This time, George kissed back.
*
How they got where they were now was the question.
It was some argument over a video, or maybe over Twitter.
“I’m not going to argue with you, George, I’m going to bed.” Dream turned and walked towards the stairs.
“Fine see you in the morning.” George crossed his arms and held his ground getting a long sigh from Dream.
“Morning?” Dream asked his voice cracking before he too stood his ground, “fine, enjoy the couch or whatever.”
Dream went upstairs and shut the bedroom door, crawling into bed.
Dream wasn’t supposed to say that.
George knew what he said was wrong, he knew he had no right to be sitting on the bottom stair, crying right now.
He started it.
The memories of his parents arguing flooded his mind, they never made up, not really.
And Dream had also gone through that.
That’s why neither of them really argued, they both had to deal with parents fighting and sleeping away from each other.
Then pretending it was fine the next day, pretending their kids didn’t have to watch the world end around them.
And yeah, Dream’s new stepdad and his mom fight, not as bad, so that’s good.
And with Dream being away he never had to care, Drista would call or text.
Talking about the similarities and differences between the fights of their dad and their stepdad with their mom.
The fights with the stepdad were bad, but never enough to threaten the relationship.
Maybe not having any kids together helped, they could throw their relationship away but that would be too easy, there’s nothing to lose.
But, with kids you have things to lose, things to fight for and over.
With kids it’s easier to blame each other when one kid messes up, or when it all goes terribly wrong.
Then they can fight over money.
Everyone fights over money.
Scratch that, most people fight over money.
And maybe George wouldn’t have said what he did, and maybe Dream wouldn’t have gone with it if instead of their parents fighting each other- they could have been fighting for each other- for their kids.
They’ve planted the seeds of doom in their kids.
They’ve manipulated their brains to take this fight and assume the worst, assume all is to be lost.
Fights were easier before Summer.
Because they could fight and spend weeks apart, with nothing to worry about.
They can’t do that anymore.
George knew that, and so did Dream.
Only, Dream went into that fight on 3 consecutive all-nighters and was sleeping.
So, George made his way upstairs and got into bed with Dream, wiggling into his arms and sighing softly.
“I’m sorry.”
Dream kissed George on the crown on his head, “I know, baby, and I forgive you.”
George let out a breath, “I love you.”
“I know,” Dream started and covered George properly in the blankets, “I love you as well.”