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Dream blinked, reaching up and rubbing his eyes in an attempt to try and rid the sleep from them. He stretched, letting out a quiet groan as he felt his back pop. His alarm has been going off for the past five minutes or so, but he was too exhausted to get up. Dream had stayed up late talking to George as he did a 24-hour stream as a way to celebrate 5 million subscribers.
Finally annoyed by the sound, Dream rolled onto his side before feeling around his bedside table. It took him a moment, but once he finally felt his phone, he grabbed it and ripped it off the charger. He opened his eyes a bit, squinting at the bright light illuminating from his phone, pressing the stop button at the bottom of his screen.
Dream sighed as he tossed his phone to the other side of his bed, closing his eyes and covering them with his arm, slightly nuzzling his face into the crook of his own elbow. He slowly started to let himself succumb to his tired state before being abruptly woken up by his phone ringing.
Dream wanted to ignore it, but he knew he shouldn't. What if it was something important? No one in their right mind would call somebody at 7:30am unless it was important. Dream groaned again, running his hand through his messy locks before sitting up in bed and looking around his bed for his phone. Once he spotted it, he picked it up and blindly hit the accept call button.
"Hello?" Dream's voice was low and raspy. He put his phone to his ear, laying back down and using his shoulder to prop it up against his ear.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" George's voice echoed through Dream's phone, his voice soft and so quiet it was almost a whisper. Dream smiled to himself, happy to hear George's voice even though he heard it not even three hours ago.
"No, no. It's okay. I've been up for about..." Dream cut himself off, moving his phone to look at the time then setting it back against his ear. "ten minutes." He heard George let out a soft sigh.
"Well, you sound really tired. I'm sorry for bothering you. You can go back to sleep if you want." Dream could tell by George's tone of voice that he didn't actually mean that. He could hear how disappointment seeped through George's words. Dream chuckled softly to himself, hearing George's tone of voice betray him. "What's so funny?"
"It's nothing." Dream moved his phone so he would be able to see it, noticing that George's camera is on. "If you really wanted me to go, then why is your face cam on?" Dream watched as George's face turned a shade of bright red. George mumbled curses to himself before turning to face his camera. He had his phone propped against his other monitor as he was doing something on his main one.
"It's just a force of habit, Dream." George rolled his eyes, biting on the inside of his cheek, before turning his face away and going back to whatever it was he was doing on his computer. Dream chuckled again, this time a bit louder.
Dream found himself running his eyes along George's jawline down to his neck. Oh how he wanted to kiss George there and possibly even make some marks so people know that George belongs to somebody already. Dream caught himself, his eyes going wide and his face flushing red as his brain caught up with his thoughts.
Yeah, it's true that Dream has feelings for George. He has had them for a while, actually. But that is something that George does not know about. And Dream hopes that it will be something that George will continue to not know about. He doesn't want to know what will happen when George finds out that he has romantic feelings for him, let alone the fact that Dream is bisexual.
For now he's content with jokingly flirting with George. He hopes the day George realizes that it's never been a joke for Dream never comes. He wants to be able to do this freely without worrying about how George may react. But it's not like Dream doesn't already pay attention to the way George reacts. Of course he does. He wants to make sure that he doesn't accidentally cross any boundaries or step too far over the line. One of Dream's biggest fears is that one day he will make George uncomfortable with his flirting and will eventually lose him as a best friend. That is the exact opposite of what he wants.
So, for now, Dream keeps convincing himself that he is okay with the fact that him and George are only friends. He wouldn't trade his and George's friendship for the world. Hell, Dream can't even imagine a life without George as his best friend. So, to preserve his and George's friendship that he is so desperate to make sure stays intact, Dream pushes away all of the feelings he has for George to the back of his mind.
Will he eventually have to come to terms with his feelings? Of course. But now is just not the right time. Dream knows he only has two options in the end. He can either tell George about his feelings for him and risk ruining their relationship or he can try to move on. And as much as Dream doesn't want to, he's starting to believe that he should do the latter.
Dream doesn't want to give up his feelings for George, but he's afraid that one day he won't be able to contain them. That one day he'll accidentally let it slip that he's actually in love with George. George who has been his best friend for the past five years or so. That is not something he wants to risk losing. So if it means he has to move on from George, then so be it.
He already knows that nothing would have come out of his feelings for George anyways. George would never have feelings for him. He knew that George was straight. Even if he wasn't, Dream doesn't view himself as someone who's desirable. Someone as amazing and attractive as George deserves someone better than Dream.
Dream knew he could be sort of a dick sometimes. George deserves someone who will be nice to him and take care of him no matter what. He knows that is not the person he could be for George. Dream also thought that he wasn't attractive enough for George. But it's not as if George could argue with him on this or anything. George has no idea what Dream looks like. Every time George asks him to see his face, Dream always comes up with some excuse.
Dream wanted to show George his face, don’t get him wrong. But Dream’s appearance was one of his biggest insecurities. He has no idea what he would do if George decided that Dream wasn’t attractive enough to be his friend. And while Dream knows that George isn’t actually like that, Dream couldn’t help but have that thought gnawing at him from the back of his mind.
Dream knew that George would accept him no matter what. He told Dream that himself. But he couldn’t help thinking about the “what if”. Dream knew that he shouldn’t be lusting over George like this. It’s just weird. No normal person pines over their best friend the way Dream is currently.
Dream was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard George’s soft voice. “Dream? Did you fall asleep?” Dream watched as George glanced over to his phone. “It says you’re still in call, but you haven’t said anything in a while.” George started to reach over to his phone, pausing when he heard Dream speak up.
“No, I’m still here. I just got lost in thought.” Dream sighed, grabbing the collar of his hoodie that he was wearing and pulled it over his chin. It was really warm in his room due to the Florida heat, but Dream couldn’t care less.
“What were you thinking about?” Dream’s eyes widened at George’s question. There was no way that he could tell George the truth.
“I was thinking about you.” The words slipped out and before Dream had time to process what he just said, he heard a small gasp from George. As Dream slowly realized what happened, heat rose to his face and it slowly became tinted with red. Well, there was no getting out of this. Hopefully he could play this off as a joke like he usually does.
“Oh? Is that so, Dream?” George turns to look at his phone, looking directly into the camera to make it feel like Dream was making eye contact with him. “And what exactly was it that you were thinking of?”
Dream tried to calm his heart before replying. He really hoped that George couldn’t tell how nervous he was. “Well, you were talking a lot. You kept rambling on and on, so I was just trying to come up with ways to shut you up.” Dream chuckled, messing with his fingers as he watched George on his phone screen.
“Oh really? And what did you come up with?” A smile passed by George’s lips as he turned his chair to face his phone, crossing his arms and sitting back. Dream’s heart melted at the sight. Dream quickly shook his head, trying to get rid of his thoughts.
“I mean, I could easily just hang up on you.” Dream watched as George’s smile started to fade. “But I won’t be that cruel to you. This other option, however…” Dream paused, trying to think of something to say. “I could only do it if you were here in person.” His voice was low as he spoke quietly.
Dream watched as George’s started to blush again, his hands moving to cover his mouth. “And what is that, Dream?” George’s words were a bit muffled by his hand. Dream’s mouth contorted into a smirk as he sat up his bed, placing his phone on his thigh.
“Well, why don’t you come visit and find out for yourself, Georgie?” Dream’s words were met with silence and he started to panic, worrying if he had accidentally crossed a line. He quickly looked at his phone to make sure George was still in call, which he was.
George sat there with his mouth wide open, his eyes wide. It took a minute before his expression finally softened, opening his mouth to say something before immediately closing it again. His eyebrows knotted as he looked like he was deep in thought, contemplating on how to respond to what Dream said.
About three minutes passed before George finally found his voice. “Fuck, Dream. I never know when you’re serious or not.” This caused Dream to start laughing, clutching his stomach.
“I’m sorry, George” Dream managed to say through laughs. “Your reaction was just so priceless.” It was George’s turn to join in on the laughter. The two boys laughed together for a solid minute before it slowly died down.
“Do you actually want me to visit you, Dream?” George muttered this, so it took Dream a second to realize what he said. He didn’t believe that George actually said it at first.
“Well, do you want to come here and see me?” Dream was playing with hoodie strings as he awaited George’s response.
“I do.”