《open your heart》chapter thirteen
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might go back and change clay to Dream when i get the motivation lol. update i did!!
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"Y- You do?" George widened his eyes and his hands found themselves on top of Dream's, craving his touch and warmth.
The tall one nodded to him and leaned his face down, their noses brushed against each other and the heat of their breath's mixed near their mouths.
George noticed that Dream had closed his eyes when he came closer so he did the same, shutting his eyelids gentle, relaxing into him. Would they kiss now? He really wanted to show how much he liked Dream. He was so relived that Dream felt the same and he could finally show him through confident touches.
Dream cleared his throat quietly, "May I have the honor to kiss you?" He finally whispered after minutes of comforting silence between them. Their pink, newly wet lips were already so close, one slight movement forward and they'd be connected.
George just giggled nervously, still not able to process what was happening. "Please."
His gasp was swallowed as Dream swooped down and kissed him as soon as he answered, so gentle but passionate. He pressed their bodies together, hands finding George's waist to save body warmth and feel even closer.
George hadn't kissed someone in so long, it felt so nice to have someone who liked him the same. He was just a little old teacher, how could a person like that ever get someone like Dream's attention?
Apparently he did. And he wasn't complaining.
George kissed him back happily, moving his hands to the man's chest to grip at his shirt which was still quite wet from the rain. He could feel Dream sway them slightly.
He was so in love, his head was spinning and his heart was racing. George's fingertips were cold from the wet clothing as they gripped for dear life, like if he let go he'd never be able to hold on again.
George was starting to lose his breath as the non-ending kiss went on but he didn't want to pull away, he wanted to stand here until his legs gave way and he fell but he wasn't anywhere close to falling.
Dream must've started to notice how sloppy and desperate his kissing was getting because he pulled away. George gasped for air and stumbled slightly but not falling, still holding onto Dream for support.
"You should've told me you can't breathe, darling." Dream scoffed at him playfully and ruffled George's hair with his free hand.
George looked up at him. "I didn't want to pull away," He admitted, smiling kindly. He wanted to be attached to him forever, to hold him and feel safe when he wasn't the best.
"You're silly," Dream let go of George and grabbed the towel from earlier, drying himself off more now that they were separated.
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George couldn't help but watch as Dream ruffled his hair and pat the towel to his chest to rid of water that still clung to his shirt. How could that be so attractive to him? Was he really this in love to blush at Dream drying himself off?
He forced himself to look away, to find something else to do so his face didn't burn up and have Dream fuss over him, asking if he was still sick or not because George knew he would. He was so caring and kind it wasn't fair. George couldn't do that, he was shy and embarrassing, nobody listens to someone like that.
The house was warm thankfully, an excuse for if his cheeks got too pink. Warm enough for Dream to dry off as well.
He walked into his bedroom and sat down on the bed, glancing up at the door. George was so tired but also so awake at the same time. All this affection and the relief of Dream liking him back was making him excited all over.
"Georgie?" Dream called as he walked into the doorway, holding onto the sides, "You don't regret it right..?" He seemed genuinely concerned and worried that George had hated them kissing.
He also had his shirt off now, great.
"No! Of course not," George shook his head quickly, denying away any thought Dream was having and looked down at his feet, "I'm just tired."
He felt the bed dip beside him and a cold hand press against his back, beginning to rub comforting circles along his spine. He sighed and leaned to his right so he was resting against Dream's shoulder.
"Do you want to rest? I can make us some tea and you can sleep." Dream started to suggest, shifting to get up. No, he had to stay.
George grabbed him, gripping his forearm so he couldn't get away. He tilted his head up to look at him, seeing the confused look. "No, please stay.."
Dream's expression softened and he settled back on the bed, continuing his comforting circles on George.
There was silence, a nice silence and not so awkward. But the quiet got George thinking fast.
He had to tell him, he had to tell him about a few weeks ago. If they were to start dating, Dream deserved to know what kind of an idiot he was, so he could change his mind and find someone more responsible.
"I.. I have to tell you something." George began, it was too late now. He couldn't think of any excuses to play it off.
Dream sat up and moved his hand to George's shoulder, squeezing reassuringly and silently telling him to continue on.
There was a harsh minute of silence, filled with tension before George exhaled the breath he didn't even know he was holding in and look up at the other.
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It was now or never, he had to do it. He told Dream how he felt, didn't he? He could do this easily. If anything, Dream would be disgusted and leave him, perhaps he'd quit his job so they wouldn't see each other again.
"A few weeks ago, before my first day.." George began quietly, "I had this.. One night stand with.. A guy from some kind of bar my friend recommended and i just thought.. If we were to date then you deserve to know what kind of slut i am.." He rambled, moving to cover his face with his hands.
There was more silence. George could feel his heart breaking. He had fucked up hadn't he?
Dream removed his hand from his shoulder and finally, tears were gathering at his eyes.
"George, I have to tell you something too." Dream started, clearing his throat quietly.
George raised his head in curiosity, wiping away his tears from his eyes before Dream could realize he was crying too hard.
"I knew I should've done this sooner, I'm such an asshole for keeping it from you," Dream started slowly, beginning to look away from him, "I was.. I was the guy you slept with- and I am sorry! I was drunk too but I realized after you left who you were and I was scared to tell you."
George couldn't move now, he couldn't feel. His hands were shaking in his lap and his body was beginning to heat up, anger rising in his head.
He got to his feet swiftly and looked down at Dream who was now staring up at him.
"You- You're joking right? Just to get in my head?" George laughed nervously, "Just call me a slut, a whore or whatever you want so we can move on, okay?" He was hugging himself now, trying to hide the nerves and the confusion.
They'd just confessed and now Dream thought lying to George would make it any better? Dream was stupid to think he'd believe such a ridiculous claim.
Dream also stood up, coming forward and putting his hands on George's shoulders, "I'm not joking, I wish I was. You were sitting at the bar alone, I came up to you, I took you to my place, we hooked up and in the morning you were gone."
George felt his eyes water and he backed away from his friend's touch. He must be dreaming. There was no way Dream had been hiding something like that from him for so long, he couldn't have. After weeks he thought he'd just let George forgive him for that? How could he ever-
"I'm sorry, I really am." The blond was saying.
George turned away, he couldn't even look at him. "For weeks I beat myself up for hooking up with a guy, I finally found myself comfortable with being gay, thanks to you and now you're telling me.." He trailed off, "You're telling me that you're the reason I was so angry at myself!?"
Dream said nothing, that was the perfect answer for George. He was right, being in love wasn't for him. All men did was hurt him, he was so tired of it. At least Quackity and bad didn't hurt him like Dream had done multiple times in just ten minutes.
"Get out." George muttered.
Dream started to protest, stepping closer in hopes George would just hug him and forgive him that easily. How could he ever?
His heart was aching, his head was starting to hurt. He'd think he was sick again if it wasn't for the heartbreak he was feeling. This could've been solved if Dream came clean, but he hid it from him. He let George fall in love with him, knowing what he had done.
"I said get out! And call me a substitute for my class, I'm not coming back." George pushed past the taller boy and opened the bedroom door.
Dream stared at him as if he was kidding. They were both surprised by George's outburst but George just wanted to be alone to cry into his pillow. Working or even speaking to anyone was the last thing on his mind. He couldn't work next to such an asshole.
Dream walked past him. "George, I really am sorry-"
"Sure, tell me that when you're done lying." George shut the door hard and sank against it, bringing his knees to his chest. What was the point now? He'd kicked the only person who had made him happy out and now he was alone, again.
The tears were coming in now, he was crying like a baby. George really was just a failure.
The room was starting to get really hot, he knew Dream was still here. Behind the door he could hear gentle knocks and a spill of apologies. They sounded so genuine and part of George wanted to forget what happened and leap into Dream's arms.
But Dream had hurt him, twice. He'd lied and had known all this time that he'd slept with George yet he still decided to get close to him and act as if nothin was wrong.
George just prayed that Dream was actually sorry because he didn't know if he could go without him.
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planned this before i even started the story tbh also i don't like this book anymore :]
I put off editing this for three days
last chapter next then the epilogue.
wc: 1868
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