― do over

chapter | 15

"I don't think I can get over him."

He ended up right about that one.

"Try," she suggested simply. "You have a life ahead of you. He's not the be all end all, far from it. One night, and then you can move on and explore the world. One more." Her words resonated with him. Eventually, her mini speech ended up being the reason he moved across the country for college instead of going locally as originally planned.

She pulled him to his feet, patting and brushing off stray hairs and dust on his suit. She then pushed him out the bathroom door, waving him off with a military salute, and disappearing into her own room.

Dream hugged himself tightly, walking out the front door towards the walk of shame of going to graduation alone.

No one did that. But what choice did he have?

As soon as he got there, he noticed Sapnap, George, and practically his entire group of friends gathered together, laughing like nothing mattered.

He would have almost liked it better had George ignored him, but instead, George scanned the gym and his gaze landed on Dream. He blinked, almost surprised, before turning away.

Clay sighed just as someone tapped his shoulder. "Why aren't you with the others?"

He turned around to Karl, dapper in a purple tinted black suit and an unique styled vest. A pink colored rose was in his jacket pocket, and a goofy grin on his face.

"Oh, I just... don't feel like it." He lied.

"Well then I'll hang out with you!" Karl slung an arm around his shoulders, having to stand on his tippy toes to reach appropriately.

So that's how he spent the next thirty minutes, with Karl at his side and tears poking the corner of his eyes. Karl didn't push him to say anything, but Karl had always been a bit of the oblivious watcher. He noticed the details, but never added them up until way later when it didn't matter. It all worked out until Sapnap waved them over.

Karl checked his phone, so Dream peered over at the screen. Ten minutes until the actual ceremony. He could live ten minutes.

"How ya feeling?" Sapnap asked him specifically, just as George turned to meet him. His head became a calculator, ticking down how many feet away he was.

"Good." He smiled. It was so fake. George was the only one who noticed.

But he didn't say anything.

He felt his head grow light and weary, his steps staggered. Time flickered by faster than expected, filled with phony words and falsely projected emotions.

No one noticed a thing. Everyone thought it was alright.

Nothing. Was. Alright.

The diploma was weightless in his hand, it didn't mean anything. The fact he had spent his entire high school experience dedicated to George, made it that much more of a sour memory.

He wrenched his eyes open, gasping as he clasped a hand over his mouth. It was just a dream, he wasn't forced to relive it. It was okay.

George had his back to him in the bed, unaware to what was happening. When they had come home last night, everyone was asleep, surprisingly. They escaped the confrontation.

He turned, so that he was facing the back of the brunettes head. And he got to overthinking. His insecurities nipped at his ears, blooming trust issues waving from a distance. He just needed some sort of confirmation, something to settle his raging torrent of a mind.

What if he had made a massive mistake, having let the pillar of the worse year of his life back in?

What if George was just back to hurt him?

What if all of this was just an encore? A do over?

George turned over in his sleep, or so Clay had thought, until in the dim light of the room he noticed his coffee eyes flutter open. "Dream?" His voice barely above a whisper.

"Hi," he sighed back.

"Can't sleep?" It was more of a statement, rather than a question.

"Yea." His answers were short and curt.

"Did something bad happen?" George asked, perplexed at this mood swing.

"I'm just scared."

"Of me?"

"Of getting my heart broke again." Dream rolled back over, ignoring the burning stare into his back.

George inched forward, snaking his arms across the other's waist and resting his chin on Dream's shoulder. "Dream, I'm done living up to other people's expectations. I don't care what they think anymore. All that matters to me is that you're happy. I-..." He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "-I still love you."

"George," Clay couldn't find any other words. The confirmation he was seeking- this had to be it, wasn't it? He still felt so unsure, so lost.

"I love you. I always have. Even when I didn't want to, even when you didn't know. You were always such a beacon in my life, the reason I smiled, the kind words that kept me going." Dream could hear the smile on his tone. "You're perfect. Dont you get it? You're perfect."

Dream looked over to face him once again, smirking in the darkness. George's arms moved up to his torso.

"Show me."

George leaned forward, almost ravenously to meet their lips together. There was something tedious however, something gentle about it, soft and loving and everything in between. His teeth barely grazed the other's bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly that made his partner turn bright red.

Dream didn't get flustered all that often, since he never found himself in those situations. George was always a blushing mess, whether he meant to or not. But with the brit, Dream was brought crashing to his knees. His ego crumbled. George was just his kryptonite, that much was clear.

He wasn't sure when it happened, with his head up in the clouds with euphoria, but George had started peppering kisses down his jaw line, something Dream had always been a sucker for. Each delicate knick sent Clay cascading over the edge, only to be reeled back up for it to happen again.

He tilted his head back for better access as George reached the base of his collarbone, slowly trailing back up and careful to mark the same places over again. Dream bit his lip to prevent a whine from floating past his mouth, but George was quick to pounce on the moment and kiss him on the mouth again.

The entire time, Clay had been sitting mostly unresponsive, letting his partner lead the way. He found he quite liked it.

The brunette pulled away from at last, and the scraps of a whimper of sorts escaped Dream's blushing face. George scoffed, nudging him to turn over once more, and when he did, started playing with the strands of golden hair, darkened by the early morning shadows.

One thing was for sure- Dream certainly didn't have any doubts anymore.

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an: i wrote this at school because i have no shame, but i finished it at home. chances are this fic will go till 17-20, since we need atleast one more real chapter and an epilogue. idk! whatever i feel like.

i'll be able to get a lot of writing out soon because i'm so physically tired :D

ayo someone teach me to write a kiss scene because that was awful ._.