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George feels sick. Maybe not literally sick, he’s not quite sure yet. Something in the air around him feels off, something has shifted. He’s not even entirely sure what has shifted, although he does have a small smidge of an idea. But the loneliness of his apartment isn’t helping, it’s suffocating him. Maybe it is loneliness, warping his brain to feel sick. Waiting is painful and George has long lost all his patience, this was just his punishment for it.
More realistically, George thinks, it was Dream who was making him feel this way. George likes Dream, maybe a bit more than he should for someone who he calls his best friend, but he does. He spends all his time with him, so he’s pretty confident in the fact that he knows Dream extremely well. George isn’t stupid, and he’s definitely not blind, he can tell that something has changed between the two of them.
He’s used to being favored by Dream as a joke, or under the guise of a joke, but it’s been different recently. It was as if Dream wasn’t joking and the things he was saying were true. Not to mention his recent fanart likes, which had been something. George couldn’t bear to bring it up to him, especially after his failed attempt of bringing up his fond voice used only for George. He refuses to embarrass himself anymore.
George hasn’t talked to Dream in a few days, he realizes with a slow blink. No texts, no calls, the closest thing he had received was Dream mentioning him on his private account earlier. Dream had called him his favorite thing. How was he supposed to start a conversation with Dream after that without it being weird? Dream was liking art that called the two of them boyfriends, and George was just supposed to act like it wasn’t happening? He absolutely could not.
George wants to talk to Dream. His feelings of sickness aren’t necessarily a bad thing, he knows what the sick feeling is. At least he thinks he does. He likes Dream, he loves Dream, even if he wouldn’t ever say that publicly. He thinks Dream feels the same way, and his recent twitter activity suggests the same. But what worries him the most are the thoughts that Dream doesn’t feel the same, that he is only pandering to their viewers.
George knows he should text him, it’s the rational thing to do. But what exactly does he say? What could George possibly say to Dream about the things that he had done the past few days? George hates speaking about his emotions, and yet here he is, needing to confront the closest person to him about his emotions.
George picks up his phone and sighs, opening up to his and Dream’s messages as if it were muscle memory. He lifts his eyes to look at the wall, silently debating his next action in his head. Here, in his bed among his mess of blankets and pillows, is safe. The conversation with Dream was not, there was no telling what way it could go.
“Fuck it.” George decides, and he sends him a text.
George 17:32
can i see the full picture
the one of you in the beanie
Dream 17:32
[two images attached]
xP
Dream’s reply was instant, he didn’t even hesitate to send him the pictures. George’s breath hitches as he raises his hand to look at the pictures better. His eyes scan over every inch of his face, savoring everything about it.
Of course George has seen Dream’s face before, but it was rare, so every time was a special occasion. Dream’s very attractive, his features are stunning, and he knows it. George flushes each and every time he catches a small glimpse of him. Dream makes his entire body hot and he hates to love it.
George 17:37
we should talk
Dream 17:37
about what?
how long you looked at those pictures
George 17:37
you know what.
can you call me ?
George watches the time change at the top of his phone before Dream calls him. George looks at the phone briefly as he tries to decide what he is even going to say. How was he supposed to start this conversation? It will come naturally, he guesses defeatedly. He clicks accept and speaker simultaneously.
“Dream.” George tries, and surprisingly, his voice is steady. “We need to talk.”
“George.” Dream’s voice is light and soft, almost as if he knows what George is going to bring up. “About what?”
“You know what, Dream.” George tries not to sound whiny or sarcastic, not wanting Dream to blow him off because his tone is wrong. “You said that I was your first favorite thing, and you liked fanart of us kissing, and one that called us boyfriends, and you haven’t spoken to me since you’ve done any of those things. And when you do talk to me, it’s like you have this special fond voice just for me.”
There’s a pause, a beat of silence where George swears he can hear Dream’s heart beating, or maybe it’s his own heart beating in his ears. He draws in a deep breath, breaking the silence again. “You make my head spin, Dream. Am I delusional, or do you feel the same way I do?”
There’s silence again, but it’s shorter. He hears Dream’s breath catch before he starts speaking, and his voice is soft when he does. “You’re not delusional, you never could be.” There’s another soft pause and then suddenly, “tell me how you feel. Please, I need to hear it from you.”
“Dream, I…” George swallows hard, he needs to tell him. “I really like you. No, I love you. I think you’re really amazing.”
Dream laughs gently and George smiles at the sound. “George, I think you’re really amazing too. And you’re cute, and smart, and attractive, and hot, and funny.”
“Okay, Dream, I get it.” George giggles between each word, falling back down into his pillows. “You’re such an idiot.”
“Mhm, and you aren’t?” Dream chides softly. “George, are you my boyfriend now?”
“If you want me to be,” George whispers back, “I would really like that.”
“I do,” Dream agrees fondly. “I can’t wait for you to get here, you know that? I’ve thought about hugging you, holding you, confessing to you, and kissing you, every single day.” Dream huffs softly before continuing, “I’m going to show you off too. I want everyone to know that you’re mine and mine only.”
George’s face flushes and he brings his hands up to cover his cheeks. “I have so much to say, but I want to say them to your face. I want to see you, Dream.”
“You could just ask.” Dream snickers as he hangs up, calling again a second later with a facetime call. “Oh my god, you’re blushing so hard. You’re so cute, you idiot.”
“You’re annoying.” George grumbles as he pulls his arm over his eyes, peeking over to look at Dream. “I can’t wait to get there either, I’ve been waiting forever. I want to look at you, just really look at you, for hours when I get there.” George pulls his arm off his face and blushes even harder when he sees Dream’s genuine smile. “Your face makes me nervous.”
“I can tell.” Dream teases, his smile only growing. “It’s okay, I think it’s cute.”
“Stop saying I’m cute,” George all but whines. “I’m going to hang up on you.”
“I’m going to retweet all the art calling us boyfriends.” Dream replies, ignoring George’s fake threat. “It’s the least I can do until you get here.”
“Is it possible to miss the presence of someone you’ve never met?” George asks softly as the bed around him suddenly feels very empty. “Because I miss you, and I want to be with you.”
“I feel the same way, I promise it’s normal.” Dream assures him softly. “I’m going to be right here for you until you can get here. Every single day, if you need, I’ll sit on facetime or discord just to keep you company.”
“Please don’t go too crazy with the fanart.” George says as he realizes what Dream said before, shaking his head at him. “I don’t want people to think you’ve gone off the deep end while I nap.”
“You’re taking a nap?” Dream pouts at him adorably. “Don’t hang up, okay?”
“I won’t, I’ll be napping.” George rolls over to set his phone up on his bedside table, making sure Dream can still see him. “I’ll see you in a bit, alright?”
“Alright. Sleep tight, George.” Dream whispers sweetly, watching him fondly.