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The fact that I'm able to take this route in my new book and not have it be so happy is such a nice feeling.. I could either melt a lot of hearts or shatter them.. decisions decisions.. ;)

It's an all fluff ride, you're welcome 🥰

August 10th, 1986

George couldn't help but feel nauseous as he tread the hallways in his new middle school. His mother and his father had gotten into a divorce around two years ago, and she had been struggling as a single parent, so she decided to move to Florida with George. The only problem was that George was so familiar with his home country that moving to a new one felt like a massive chore. First with the temperature drastically changing, then with the completely different environment. To top it all off, he always went to private schools when he was in the UK, now, in a public school, he doesn't know what to expect. Although, it wasn't nearly close to this. Dirt and trash littered in places, swears being thrown around for greetings, wrinkly clothes, and food (everywhere). He felt like he had to have all his limbs tucked close to himself, worried they'd be bitten off by a rabid thirteen year old.

    George himself was twelve, in his opinion, way too young to be sent to hell. He eventually found his way to his math class, it sucked that he had math in the morning, but he knew it was just more shit to add to the pile of his new life. He sat down in the far left side of the class, the desks were connected, enough room to fit two people each. George looked out the window right next to him, keeping himself as small as possible, not wanting to take up more space than required. He wanted to be back home, in England, away from this foreign world. But he was stuck here, alone and worried. George looked over with wide eyes as someone jumped into the seat next to him, setting their backpack on the desk, half of it on George's side, causing the brunet to quickly grab his notebook, which almost fell off the desk.

    "Sorry- oh my god!" The blond boy next to him exclaimed, and George looked around, startled, was there a spider?

    Upon realizing there were no fangy insects around, he turned to him, "What?" He asked, the boy just looking excited.

    "You're new here," he stated, "We haven't had a new person in so long!" He said, just as excited. George blinked, confused.

    "What do you mean? And how did you know I'm new..?" He asked, scooting a little away from the other.

    The blond unzipped his backpack, which had bags of chips and packets of gum shoved into it, "This is a small town, everybody knows everybody," he shrugged, opening a packet of gum, "And besides, your accent is a clear giveaway, gum?" He asked, holding out the packet. George looked down at it like it was a bloodied knife.

    "We aren't allowed to chew gum in school, it's a choking hazard." George stated, furrowing his eyebrows at the other.

    "Charming." The other stated, "Suit yourself." He shrugged, and placed the packet back into his backpack. George glanced away, but couldn't help looking back at the gum packet, he was in a new country, a new school, that means new rules. He wasn't in a private school anymore, and if the other kids were allowed to chew gum in class, surely George could too, right? Besides, he didn't want to be known as the teachers pet, or a goodie-two-shoes.

    "Actually.. could have some?" He asked, looking up at the other with uncertainty.

    He turned to him, "You sure you won't choke?" He asked, with such a serious face, George almost thought he wasn't joking.

    "shut up and give it." George stated, and the other laughed, handing him one. The brunet unwrapped it, and chucked it into his mouth, he never really chewed gum before, only ever using mints to have the effect of a nice breath. The boy, who he soon found out was named Dream, was actually really kind and funny, he ended up spending a lot of time around him, feeling extremely welcomed in his company. After school was over, George began walking home again, and Dream followed along with him, telling him that it was the way to his house too, which George was glad to hear, not quite wanting to leave the other yet. It was his first friend in Florida, and George was already hooked by the Floridian air to love it. The boy was just so charming and had a voice he could listen to all day, that wasn't weird right? He could say a friend has a nice voice, right?

    Whether it was or wasn't, it was true. George felt even more confident they were meant to be friends when he saw that Dream's house was right across the street from his, just a house down. It was a thrilling feeling, knowing his first American friend was just a street and a house down, the brunet not having much experience with friends before. They did a long and sad farewell, both of them wanting to hang out just a little bit more, but Dream assured him that they'd hang out tomorrow during school. Knowing this, George went into his house after leaving Dream on the other side of the road, walking up the porch and entering to see a living room with box's scattered around. They hadn't completely moved yet, and George had found it to be most tedious, moving all his stuff into a new house.

    "Hello Georgie, have a good first day?" His mother asked from inside the kitchen, George could see her taking off a wrap of some sort off their new fridge.

    "Yeah, I made a friend." George stated, going up the stairs, he'd never had a house with stairs before, so he was quite excited for them.

    "Really? I'm glad you're fitting in sweetie, think you could help me move some stuff?" She asked, her voice raising as George went higher up the stairs, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hear her too well down there.

    "Yeah! Just give me a second!" He stated loudly after her, going into his room, and setting his backpack next to the door. His room was kind of bland and empty, his bed was all set up, along with a desk and a chair, but that was pretty much it. He didn't really have many personal belongings, and they'd just moved, so anything small he'd have that was in his room before probably didn't make it to Florida. The brunet sat down on the chair in front of his desk, setting his face in his hands as he smiled, looking out the window just above his desk to see the street he was just on with Dream. He had black curtains that covered most of the window, and as he looked out, he observed the house that Dream said was his, medium, same size as George, it looked more lively than George's too, as if the family life inside reflected on the outer appearance.

    George couldn't stop thinking about the boy, maybe he was just being kind, but it meant a whole lot to George as he thought he'd be the outcast from day one. George stood from his chair, going down to meet his mother in the living room, who was unboxing things. George didn't like doing heavy lifting, but he didn't mind doing it when his mother told him that if he wasn't strong enough, she'd try. Of course he'd try after she said something like that, what an assumption. While they moved their things into the house, George talked on and on about what Dream said or what Dream did during school, "You seem to really like this boy, Georgie." His mother stated, as she brought out a safely packaged lamp out one of the box's.

George nearly dropped the glass vase he was holding, "What?" He asked, looking over with a bit of a surprised look.

His mother turned to him with an oblivious expression, "Dream, your friend, you seem to like him a lot." She stated, and George slowly placed the vase on a side table next to the couch.

"Yeah.. yeah.. right, never mind." He stated, wearing a wide smile as he looked aside, a big, wide window appeared out from the living room, to the kitchen, half covered by long, white curtains. The next day during school, George immediately met up with Dream outside his house, and the two began to walk to school together. George told him all about England, how they moved, and what his mom's new job was, and Dream told him all about his family too. He told him that they'd all lived in this town for a long time, his parents parent's had lived here, and he himself doesn't have any plans on leaving because he had 'roots' here, at least, those were his words. When George told him about them having trouble moving everything into their home, Dream suggested he come over and help, it wouldn't be a big deal because he wasn't on babysitter duty for his sister, and they live really close. The idea struck George like a lightning bolt, more time with Dream? Sign him up.

    Long story short, George's mother fell absolutely in love with Dream. It was clear that Dream had never been so bombarded with adoration before as he was blushing like crazy. His mom kept on going on about George never having many friends growing up, almost being brought to tears with how happy she was he'd made a good friend so quickly into his school year. George himself was a bit overwhelmed with the weeping woman in front of him, feeling a little embarrassed. With Dream helping, the moving process took a lot less time than it should've, it also helped George's mom get to work earlier and spend more time there, as the two would be at the house, moving George's old stuff in. George couldn't blame his mother for being so happy about Dream, the blond just had this sort of charm to him that lit up the room, maybe that was just George's opinion, but it was a strong one.

    Once George and his mother were fully moved in, she still welcomed Dream into their home with open arms and a wide smile, George liking that Dream basically became family extremely quickly because it meant that he was allowed to be around him more. Around George's mom, Dream was a lot more polite, controlled, and kind, but alone, he was a nightmare. He never sat still, was always making some kind of noise, swore a lot, could not take instructions, and teased George all the time, but the brunet saw past all his annoying features, and only saw the charm and beauty behind his animated personality that he'd grow to life really quickly.

September 20th, 1990

    George banged against the metal material of his locker, growing quickly frustrated with the lock. He looked at the combination carefully, one nine eight six, it was his code, why wasn't it working? He switched the numbers around and remade it again, one nine eight six, click, click, click. "Hey George-"

    "Fucking hell!" George punched his locker hard against his knuckles, but he immediately regretted it, "ow ow ow ow!" He whined, blowing on his knuckles.

    "Oh okay I'll ask Sapnap..." Dream's voice came from George's left, and the brunet looked over.

    "Dream! Please, I need help.." George whined, stretching out his words, "My locker's being so annoying, I haven't been able to open it in two days and my back's getting tired of carrying all my stuff around school.." The brunet stated, and Dream looked at the locker.

    "Did you put in one nine eight six?" He asked, and George nodded, "maybe it's just jammed." Dream grabbed hold of the handle on the side, and began to pull, after about five seconds of this, and no budging, Dream tried it from a different angle, and began to pull again, "Jesus Christ! Did all the money for this school go to the enforcements of these lockers?" The blond asked, out of breath.

    "Clearly you aren't pulling hard enough." A voice came from behind Dream, and the two looked over to see Sapnap, a short boy with dark, raven hair. He wore basketball shorts and a purple sweater, his hands in his pockets, and a hat on his head. George never saw him without that hat, teachers had told him millions of times to take it off during school hours, but he never does. The boy also had a slight beard growing on the sides of his face, which he loved to show off to Dream and George.

    "Why don't you try then genius?" George asked, folding his arms. He had met Sapnap in his freshman year of high school, him and Dream already best friend's at the time, met him from being grouped with him in a science group project. No surprises, Dream and George had to do all the work.

    "Watch and learn." The raven stated with a smug look. He took his backpack off, setting it onto the ground, then took hold of the handle, and pressed his feet against the bottom of the lockers. He then began to pull, leaning back, his face went a little red as he pulled the metal door and tensed his muscles.

    "Wow.. you fixed it." Dream stated, his hands in his jeans pockets.

    "Shut up! I'm loosening it!" He exclaimed, his voice a little strained, before he finally gave up, letting go of the door. Sapnap put one of his hands to his chin, "It appears to be stuck.." He stated and George shot him a cold stare.

    "Brilliant Sapnap!" He exclaimed, "I would've never figured that out!" The Brit shot his arms into the air.

    "At least I'm actually trying to fix it!" Sapnap stated, "You're just standing here complaining, why is it even stuck?" He asked, and George folded his arms.

    "I don't know, it happened last week on Friday, it just wouldn't open. It's shit too, because I left all my history notes in there and if I don't get them back by Thursday I'll fail my assignment-" The door to the locker was pulled open, George and Sapnap looking over to see Dream holding the door with a neutral expression.

    He then pointed to the padlock, "part of the eight was scratched off." He stated, and George grabbed the padlock, seeing that there were two six's, one of them being the eight.

    "Damn, our group's intelligent levels are pretty obvious, Dream, me, then your dumbass." Sapnap stated, looking at George with a smirk.

    "That's such bullshit!" George exclaimed, swinging open his locker door. Dream's bad habit of swearing had rubbed off on George severely. A lot of Dream's habits had rubbed off on George, like staying up late, cramming for last minute tests, and excessively applying chapstick to his lips. In fact, George would get annoyed when he left his chapstick at home, and just take Dream's as the boy had the best flavors, not like a George's which were bland strawberry or mint.

"Anyway.." Dream stated in a quiet voice, "I came over to ask about the sports sign up's, and if you were planning on doing it." He tilted his head at George, who looked back up at him.

"Well.. I'm not really a sports person.." he stated, and Sapnap chimed in.

"I signed up for basketball, I've been wanting to do it for a while." He stated, with a smirk.

"Sapnap," Dream began, "You can't play basketball, you're shorter than most the fourth graders I see walking down the street." He stated, getting a laugh out of George.

"You don't have to be tall to play basketball! Why? What were you signing up for?" He asked, his arms folded.

"My mom said I should try to do volleyball since my sister's getting into it so.. I guess that.." the blond looked aside, and Sapnap rolled his eyes.

"You need to be quick in volleyball Dream, I've beat you in like all the races we had in the past." The raven stated as the three began to make their way out the school. George just tried his best to block out their voices, finding it easier than actually engaging in a conversation as it always turned into a debate with him and Sapnap. Once they reached the bus stop, Sapnap sat down on the bench, and they said their goodbyes. Sapnap's house was a bit farther away from Dream and George's, the two only needing to walk as it was only about a mile and a half away from the school. George was glad that the air was crispier and colder, he hated walking home in hot weather. Dream began to tell George about Sapnap's thoughts of hosting a Halloween party, since his parents would be gone during the holiday, and he had nothing else to do. George personally didn't really enjoy parties, well, he hadn't actually been to one, but he knows he wouldn't enjoy it.

The two neared George's house, the brunet eyeing the one broken wooden railing amongst all the others, remembering, a couple monyhs back, when Dream and Sapnap were play-fighting, let's just say that Sapnap's good at pushing, and Dream's great at falling into fragile things. As the two entered, George noticed his mother in the kitchen, her back to them as she washed dishes, "How was school boys?" She asked, a smile audible from her voice. It was basically routine for Dream to come home with George, it was almost worrying when he didn't.

"good, Sapnap got nailed with a dodge ball during P.E, right in the suckers face." Dream smirked, following George up the stairs.

"Poor boy, dinner will be ready at six Georgie!" The brunette woman called as the two went up the stairs. George led Dream into his room even though Dream knew the house like he built it. He sat down on his chair, setting his backpack in his lap as he unzipped the top, watching as Dream sat down on his bed, just leaving his backpack and shoes discarded against the clean floor.

"I'd only go to his party as long as you went too," Dream stated, as he slid his shoe off with his other, socked foot, "It'd be boring without you." George looked into his backpack and noticed something that made him pause. "He said he was planning on it being late in the night, without a doubt he'd bring alcohol, imagine being sixteen and an alcoholic-"

"Dream, did you see anyone touching my backpack?" George asked suddenly, looking up at the other who was cut off from his words.

"No, I was right next to it whenever you weren't, the only time I really remember you being apart from it was when you went to the bathroom during second period." Dream answered, "Why?" He asked, and George pulled out a white envelope which had hearts drawn all over it with red pen.

"Because this was left in it, there's no name or anything." George stated, turning the envelope onto its sides. He set his backpack in between his legs, and looked at it.

"You obviously have a secret admirer, open it!" Dream stated, standing from his spot, and coming towards George, setting his hands on the back of George's chair. "Maybe it was Mary from history class, she always gets paired with you for some reason. Although, I've always seen Abby eyeing you up-"

"Please stop talking." George stated, unwrapping the envelope from its closed state. Whoever this 'secret admirer' was better get the memo that he wasn't really interested in girls. He's known for quite a while actually, since the day he met Dream, he'd been feeling weird things every time he saw him, or heard his voice, it was just a small flip of his stomach or a full body awareness click when their skin brushes, things like that, but it felt like love to him. He'd gotten good at hiding it too, pushing it down far enough so that even he was convinced he didn't like him. Maybe, now that he thinks about it, this is a good thing. Maybe going on dates with girls and forcing himself to start to pay more attention to them will inevitably cause him to forget about his feelings for Dream, it was worth a try at least.

Pulling out a folded paper from the envelope, he tossed it onto his desk, and unfolded it. The first words his eyes connected with were that of a poem, which he thought was just a little toady. He didn't bother reading it, not a doubt in his mind that it would be something cringy that his eyes would beg to unsee. He went straight to the rest of the letter, a little annoyed to see that there were only initials at the far bottom right corner, J.G. He thought and racked his brain for anyone with the initials J G, but the only people in his school that really had J's in their first name weren't even in his same class.

"Ooo! Look! There's a kiss mark on the top!" Dream said with an amused smile. George looked up, and in fact, there was. It was a little disgusting, whoever this person was, had obviously covered their lips in lipstick, then kissed the paper.

"That's gross- Dream!" The paper was snatched out George's hands, and then shoved against his face, causing him to pull Dream's arms away from himself.

"Kiss it Georgie! It's your secret admirer's gift! Kiss it!" He exclaimed, no doubt having a stupid, wide smirk on his face like he always did. George threw his arms away, holding onto the paper which was now crinkled and a little ripped at the side. He glared daggers into his best friend.

"Fuck off would you?" He stated, "I don't even care, this person can kiss paper all they want, I'm not gonna waste my energy trying to find them." He tossed the paper aside, "If you write someone a love letter, you put your name, not just your initials. Only a pussy would do that." George folded his arms, closing his eyes. He could practically hear Dream rolling his eyes, walking past George, and sitting on his bed. George watched as the blond fell back, his hands above his head. The brunet couldn't help but admire the other, his wide smile sitting perfectly on his face, and his loads of curly locks that were thick and hard to maintain, didn't the boy just get a haircut? How did it grow so fast?

"Have you actually kissed a girl yet Georgie?" Dream asked, his hands behind his head as he looked over at George, who blushed at the sudden question. He wasn't sure though, he and Dream talked about everything, there wasn't a secret George had that Dream didn't know, and there weren't an experience he'd had that Dream hadn't heard before.

"No.. I've never really been into the whole.. dating thing while young." He stated, looking aside, "Have.. you?" He asked, looking at the blond who just chuckled.

"Nope, I mean, I once had a girl kiss me on the cheek, but I kind of avoided it." He said with a laugh. George stood from his chair, and walked over, sitting next to Dream, and laying back, his hands on his stomach as he looked up at his ceiling fan.

"Why'd you avoid it?" He asked, and he saw Dream shrug from the corner of his eye.

"Didn't like her." He stated, "That was like.. two months ago I think?" He finished, and George looked over with wide, angry eyes.

"Why didn't I hear about it?" He asked, to which Dream looked over, appearing confused, "I'm your best friend and you won't even tell me something as important as getting kissed by a girl?" He asked.

"On the cheek-"

"Same difference! Why didn't you tell me?" He asked again, feeling almost a little offended.

"Dunno, it was never brought up before now." Dream stated, "It doesn't even count as a proper kiss, it was on the cheek, so it's like a quarter kiss." He explained, which caused George to look up at the ceiling again.

"Whats a half kiss then?" He asked, to which Dream paused.

"I guess just a small, half a second kiss that doesn't really mean anything." He stated unsurely.

"why would it not mean anything?" George asked, his eyes still on the ceiling.

"I guess smaller kisses have less meaning? Like, if I was kissed by a person I liked, I'd want it to be longer." The blond explained, and George began to imagine kissing Dream himself, George had to agree, a longer kiss would definitely be more enjoyable than a small one. It showed reciprocation and adoration, not wanting to separate from the other for too long. His mind drifted, going into different places but always coming back to that fantasy of kissing Dream.

"I don't think I'd want to be kissed to be honest," George stated, "I've never even kissed anyone, I'd be terrible at it." He explained with a bit of embarrassment, and Dream just chuckled.

"You think you'd be bad?" He asked, "You couldn't be worse than Sapnap during Sophomore year-" George burst out into laughter.

"That's a really low bar!" He stated, "I think he was more so trying to eat her than he was trying to kiss her." The brunet stated, causing the blond to laugh, "If that's the bar of a terrible kiss, that'd be easy to top." He said, more confidence now. He knows for sure that he would still be bad at it, does anyone go into kissing knowledgeable on how to do it?

"I think you'd be an alright kisser, I mean, not the best of course, but at least you wouldn't have the confidence to completely swallow the other person's mouth like Sapnap does." The statement comes out lighthearted, which causes George to laugh again.

"How would you know that? You've never seen me kiss anyone." He said with a soft smile, staring up at the ceiling.

"I guess I don't," Dream stated, and the two fell into a small silence, "But.." he suddenly said, stretching out the word, "I'm sure the first person you kiss will be extremely disappointed." George responded by grabbing his pillow from his right, and smacking it onto Dream's face, which had a completely opposite effect from what he wanted, causing the boy to laugh.

"Fine then, we'll wait for that day, and you'll hear just how good of a kisser I am." George stated with a smirk, Dream holding the pillow he had smacked onto him off his face, instead, setting it on his chest.

"Realistically though," Dream replied, looking over at George who glanced back at him with a more relaxed expression, waiting to hear his next words curiously, "I think I'd be thoroughly embarrassed if I had my first kiss, and I was total shit at it." The blond laughed, which caused George to begin thinking.

The brunet looked up at the ceiling, contemplating if opening his mouth to speak his next words would he the greatest mistake of his life. "What would you do then..? Have like, beforehand practice with someone..?" George asked, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.

"If that's what it would take to get good at it, I guess." Dream stated, his voice more calm than before.

George paused, he was planning on getting over his feelings for Dream, and if he was going to do that, he'd also need to kiss girls. What girl would stay with him if he kissed Sapnap style? He turned his head slightly away from Dream, "Would you feel uncomfortable doing that.. uh.. practice with a boy?" He asked, and a long silence went through the room, George wishing he could take his words out the air as soon as they escaped his mind.

    "Not really, no." The answer surprised George, but he tried not to show his surprise, looking over at Dream, who sat up, his legs hanging over the end of the bed, "if it was with someone I knew, like someone I trusted, sure I wouldn't mind." He shrugged, "What are you suggesting? Because I'm not kissing Sapnap-"

    "No, fuck no." George stated, sitting up as well, his legs also hanging off the bed. His hands sat on either side of his up thighs, looking towards Dream, tilting his head a little bit up as he observed the others face, "I just meant.." he paused his train of thought, what did he mean? He knew exactly what he meant by his words, but he just didn't want to even voice them in his head.

    "oh." Dream just stated, and George felt his legs tense, knowing that Dream had figured out what he meant. Oh.

    "As like, practice, not anything weird or whatever.." George stated, glancing at Dream, then away, "I mean.. I'm fine with it.. I'd rather have you be my first kiss cause it wouldn't be as embarrassing as a girl making fun of me is all." He drew circles on the ground with his foot, he felt like the god of excuses, no one could see past that logic, right?

    "Yeah, of course, I think I feel the same here," Dream replied, and the brunet looked up at him, "I mean, it would be less embarrassing, but are you sure you'd be fine with that?" He asked, and George's heart pumped out his chest, racing like he finished a long mile run without a break.

    "Yeah, yeah, that's fine.." He stated, answering a bit too quickly for his taste, "B-but.. like I said, I wouldn't be very good so.. I couldn't like initiate it or anything.." he stated, staring down at his legs, had he really just cheesed his way into kissing his best friend? He didn't know how the fuck he managed to do it, but he did.

    "As usual, relying on me to do things for you.." the blond stated, and George looked up at the other with a serious expression, "Geez, have a little humor in yourself Georgie, now just stay still." George's heart raced more upon feeling Dream's hands set on either side of him, "oh god we're doing this." he thought, leaning a little back as he stared at Dream's lips, still not fully believing Dream was actually going to kiss him. It had to be the closest they'd ever been, their faces just inches apart, the taller trapping George between his arms felt almost intimate, but George instantly shook the thought away, it wasn't intimate, it was practice, it was all fake, it wasn't like they were doing this for personal want or anything. It was a beneficial agreement, nothing else.

    George felt Dream get closer, just practice, he could be as terrible as he needed to. Still, his limbs went weak and his heart raced as he finally felt Dream's lips on his. The second it happened, it took a minute for George's mind to register, but when it did, he closed his eyes and kissed him back. He pushed more towards Dream, telling him that he wanted it to last longer, that shouldn't be a problem, they both agreed not only minutes ago that longer kisses were better. The brunet began to feel a little content, he never thought kissing his best friend could be so normal, as if he'd done it a million times, but it just kind of fit. Pulling apart was an odd feeling, leaving George there to open his eyes with a dazed feeling, feeling like he didn't have the strength to look up into Dream's eyes.

    "Well.. y-you aren't terrible.." George stated, looking down at the dark blue covers he slept in every night. Dream just chuckled at this, causing George to look up at the blond.

    "I can't tell if you're making fun of me or being genuine." He stated, and George looked back at his lips, he didn't reply to him, just staring down at the other's mouth gave the blond the message to lean in again, and kiss the brunet. George wanted it to last longer, but they pulled apart after not even six seconds.

    "I'd be a pretty shit friend if I was making fun of you.. judging by the fact that I'm obviously worse at it.." George stated, looking away, it felt nice, being so normal about kissing his best friend. That's oddly how he wanted it to be, a kiss without a second look, a second thought, just the experience is all George needed to tell him that he was in love with his best friend, and any time with a girl wouldn't change that.

October 31st, 1990

George stood on the tip of his toes as he kissed his mother's cheek, watching her walk out the house with her keys in her hand, "Be safe Georgie, remember, only Dream is allowed over, okay?" She asked, and George nodded his head. With one final goodbye, the door closing, and the car driving away, George rushed upstairs and into his room. It was Halloween, a holiday that George actually liked most out of the rest, for a couple reasons. For one, the very next day was his birthday, what's not to love? Second, he liked dressing up like things that people would usually give an odd look if he were to just wear it on a normal day. It was sort of a day for everybody to express what they loved and who they were, which is part of the reason George chose his Halloween costume this year specifically.

Dream, after about two weeks of begging, finally agreed to do a duo costume with George. When he heard what the costume was though, he said that George was a 'basic bitch' because he wanted to do an angel and a demon duo costume. George argued against it, and said that it would be fun, pleading to Dream for another day until he caved. So that how George found himself wearing a black shirt, a red jacket, dark black jeans, and two little demon horns on his head. He also wore a demon tail that clipped onto the back loop of his jeans, the end having a spike, like an arrow. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, and felt like he was missing something, but he couldn't quite place what. That's when he got an idea. He went into his mom's bathroom and took some of the mascara in her drawer, he knew she wouldn't mind, because she said he could use it freely if he ever wants to.

He applied some black eyeliner around his eyes too, deciding to put a red strip in the middle to add a nice touch to it. Looking at himself in the mirror, he quite liked it, and that's when he heard a knock at the door. "Coming!" He called, and placed the makeup back down in the drawer. Closing the bathroom door behind himself, he ran down the stairs, and opened the door to see Dream staring down at him with an extremely bored and annoyed expression.

"I'm not doing this, I look awful." He stated, George glanced at the outfit he was wearing. George had given it to him a week ago, it was a plain white suit with normal black pants. What tied it all together, was both the plastic headband which had a halo on it, and the two, bird like white wings on Dream's back which looked oddly realistic.

"Will you stop complaining? You look great." The brunet stated with his hands on his hips.

"Are you kidding!? People are gonna think I'm a marshmallow before they even guess I'm an angel, and why am I the angel anyway? Wouldn't it make sense for me to be the demon since I'm taller? And-"

"Too late, Sapnap said no costume no drinks." George stated with a smile, "And I think it's pretty obvious why you're the angel."

Dream just rolled his eyes, "whatever, fine, I don't even drink.. but how much money did you give your mom for her to be convinced to let you go to a party?" Dream asked, and George looked aside, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I.. uh.. actually didn't tell her.." he stated, "she's gonna be gone 'till tomorrow morning anyway, why does it matter? She won't even notice I'm gone." He explained with a smile. "Here, come inside, I want to do something." George insisted, turning around and walking further into the house. Dream shut the door behind them and followed George up the stairs, the two going into George's mom's bathroom, the brunet taking out some makeup.

"You're seriously doing more makeup on yourself?" Dream asked, and George just laughed as he sat Dream on the toilet lid.

"Me? I think you've got the wrong idea mister, you're the one wearing makeup." He stated, grabbing some white eyeliner.

"What!?" Dream exclaimed, "I'm not turning up to a party wearing make up, that and the angel costume will make me look like a soft boy." He argued, but George was already applying the eyeliner.

"I'll be with you, Sapnap's dressing up as a scarecrow, and you're calling me the basic bitch." George stated, making a wing pattern on the very edge of Dream's right eye, wanting to make it perfect. Being this close, examining his best friend's eyes, he now sees the detail in them, their bright green, emerald color reminding him of apple flavored candy.

    "Id've rather been that than look like a male stripper." Dream stated, "Stop getting it in my eye-"

"Stop moving your head," George replied, grabbing Dream's face and directing it to the right angle, "stay there." He stated, continuing his job. Dream closed his eyes, making it easier for George to apply the white makeup. George took just a little longer, going over spots he'd already painted absentmindedly as he observed the other's features. His expression was calm, and he sort of looked angelic without the whole outfit. George stopped for a second, and just stared at his stunning best friend, he was beautiful.

"When did you learn how to do makeup?" Dream suddenly asked, bringing George out his trance.

"uh, never, I just kinda watched my mom do her makeup for years so.. I kinda know how to do it." He stated, finishing the wing pattern on Dream's other eye.

"If this ends up looking shit, I'm wiping it off." He stated, and George rolled his eyes, knowing that was to soon come out his mouth eventually. "By the way, you know Jenna from math?" He asked, George humming with a nod of his head, sending his answer to Dream, "She's  the one who wrote you that love note last month." George stopped his work.

"She is?" He asked, and Dream nodded.

"Yeah, apparently she told her friend who told her boyfriend who told Sapnap who told me that she wrote it to you, and that she was planning on going to Sapnap's party." Dream explained, opening his eyes to look at the other, "Was wondering if you wanted to talk with her, maybe see if you can get to know each other because she seems to really like you." He suggested, and George looked aside.

"I dunno.. she's not my type.. and besides, I'm not so good at talking with girls.." he stated, leaning down and shaping one of the lines he did better.

"You could at least give her a chance, and I can introduce you, then leave you to your own devices. You're more capable than you think Georgie, trust me." He replied with a confident smile, "It would suck to tell people you had not even one girlfriend in high school." He said with a smirk, George stopping his relining to think. It would be an easy way to get over Dream, entrance himself with a girl enough to forget his feelings, that's what he tried to do before, but he just ended up kissing him.

"Yeah.. but.. what if she kisses me?" He asked, feeling suddenly self conscious, "The only person I've ever kissed is you, and I was kind of bad at it.." He stated, placing his brush aside on the counter.

"You were fine," Dream stated, "But it was like a month ago, so maybe you've just gotten considerably worse." The words didn't soothe George at all, the brunet groaning and grabbing a small mirror from the counter.

"Here," he stated, holding it to Dream's hands, "Look." He stated, and Dream turned it around, observing the job he did.

"It looks off-"

"I'm not redoing it, come on, let's go." George snatched the mirror out Dream's hands, and set it aside, walking out after the blond as they left the bathroom. "Back to what I was saying, if she like, kisses me without warning, I'd be terrible at it, and I'd be too shocked to react." the brunet stated.

"That's why you have to initiate it." Dream stated with a smug smile, "Maybe if you were more confident about it, you'd see it wasn't so difficult." Dream shrugged, and George looked over with furrowed eyebrows.

    "What? Like this?" He asked, turning to Dream suddenly and grabbing his face, pulling him down and pressing his lips against his. The blond was obviously not expecting it, and George pulled away, the taller's face still in his hands. "Was that good?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

    Dream reached up and held onto his arm, "Uh, yeah, next time just tell me to lean down instead of grabbing my face though." The blond stated, giving George a long, annoyed stare.

    "Oh, sorry." George giggled, and leaned up, feeling oddly normal with kissing the other again. This one was longer, and they pulled apart before connecting once more, "you're just too tall.." George stated, before pulling him in again for another kiss. It was just practice, he wasn't just kissing Dream to kiss him, that would be insane.

Once George pulled away finally, he left Dream to stand to his full height again, "You want me to introduce you two?" He asked, and George sighed.

"Yes please.." he stated, knowing he was really bad at socializing.

December 16th, 1990

George woke up to a loud bang against his window, the boy slowly opening his eyes to hear another one. He flipped over onto his back, and looked at his window, watching as a ball of snow connected with it, and fell down. George sighed, "Wake up sleepyhead!" Dream's voice came from outside. "Fucking idiot.." George thought, furrowing his eyebrows as he heard another pelt of snow against his window. He threw his blankets off himself, and walked over to the window.

The brunet lifted the window, and looked down, "Would you-" snow hit his face, falling into his mouth as he fell backwards from the impact.

"Sorry!" Dream shouted. George wiped the snow off his face and spit out the cold onto the floor, groaning, definitely awake now. The brunet stood from the ground, and looked at the small pile of snow on his wooden floor, upset that it'll without a doubt melt and make a huge  puddle. "Come outside!" Dream exclaimed from outside, and George went over to his window, setting his folded arms on the window sill as he looked down at his best friend. He was wearing a thick jacket and a green scarf, grey gloves on his hands, and a bit of snow in his hair.

"It's too early to be outside chucking ice at each other Dream." George stated, looking down at the other who just furrowed his eyebrows, and folded his arms.

"But I want to do it now, please George? Please please please please?" He asked, stretching out his words, "Pretty pretty please with five cherries on top?" He asked, and George just groaned.

"oh my god, shut up, you're so pathetic. Let me get something warmer on." George stated, before closing the window, hearing Dream's excited noises outside. The brunet smiled a bit as he put on a black cloak, he loved that boy. He knew his mother was probably still asleep, checking the time to see that it was only six am, the brunet knowing that the only nights of the year Dream actually woke up early were winter days, since he loved playing in the snow during the morning.

George went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a small white box that was leftover take out from last night. He put the food in the microwave, Chinese breakfast. George went into the living room, grabbing his discarded blue scarf from the sofa, remembering last night, when he came in with Dream after a long day of sitting in the snow together. Winter was their favorite season, not only was there a Christmas break of no school soon, but snow had to be one of Dream's favorite things, behind George at least. The brunet was brought out his thoughts by the beeping of the microwave, taking out his food, and getting a fork to eat it in as he shuffled his way outside. Upon exiting his front door, he saw Dream leaning against his porch, looking utterly impatient and bored.

"Finally, come on, let's go-"

"I haven't even started eating breakfast yet." George stated, sitting down on one of the wooden steps of his front porch.

Dream groaned loudly, and sunk to the ground, where his back hit the snow covering green grass underneath. "I've been waiting at least ten minutes already!" Dream stated, and George chuckled, swallowing down his food before speaking.

"Will you be patient if I let you eat some?" He asked, and Dream sat up.

"I'm listening." He stated, crawling over to sit next to George. George just stabbed one of the small, chicken pieces, and held it up for Dream.

"Just take this," he stated, holding the very end of his fork so that Dream could grab it. George didn't know what was going through that idiot's head, (clearly nothing), when he just closed his mouth out George's fork, and took it, "Dream I said take it you dummy." George stated, narrowing his eyes at him, "now I've gotta get a new fork.." he stated.

"We've literally kissed before George." Dream stated, propping up his head with his hand, his elbow resting on his knee which was held up, "and we've shared a straw before." He stated, and George just rolled his eyes.

"Mouth's are the dirtiest part of the human body Dream, I don't want to catch your diseases.. but fine.. whatever." George stated, continuing to eat with the fork without really much of a care. Every time he saw Dream eyeing his food a little too much, he'd hold out his fork, and Dream would just smile and eat whatever was on it, George didn't want to admit it, but he liked feeding Dream. As soon as George was done with his food, he set the box and fork aside, getting ready to stand when Dream threw a big bunch of snow towards George, getting snow all over his front porch, and his clothes. "Dream!" George exclaimed, and Dream just laughed, and stood, sprinting away from him because he knew he'd started a war.

A small, innocent snowball fight turned into roughhousing, George obviously not being able to hold Dream down long enough as he was physically stronger and bigger than George, so he'd just be thrown off. His hands were cold, unable to find any form of gloves in his house to use outside. Though, he didn't know he'd be chucking around balls of snow. George was quite proud of himself when he hit Dream right in the face with a snowball, and not so proud when he fell into a rose bush right after. However, Dream was as resilient as a kitten, able to just bounce back from the hardest falls since his childhood was filled with roughhousing and boy stuff. George collapsed onto the ground after only eight minutes of their little snow fight, his arms outstretched as he sighed, sinking his body into the snow. "Tired already?" Dream asked, George opening his eyes to see him standing above him, his hands on his hips.

"Dream, I stay inside all day, every day, do I look physically fit?" He asked, staring up at the other. Dream and Sapnap were the only two out of their group that did sports, leaving George to just be this thing that was somehow still healthy even though his diet coursed of mostly carbs.

"That's why it's my job to keep you moving, come on, at least help me make a snowsap." Dream folded his arms, and George pushed himself up and off the ground, standing in front of Dream.

"What the hell is a snowsap?" George would ask, and Dream crouched down, and began molding snow into a ball.

"It's obviously a snowman Sapnap, first we make it, then we piss all over it." Dream explained with a smug look. George giggled, crouching down and helping Dream form the snow into a large ball.

"Sounds fun." He merely stated, and they continued making their snowsap. George's hands were freezing though, his absence of gloves while handling snow caused his hands to become cold, his knuckles a cool red and his cheeks the same. Dream eyed him as he set one of the hats he'd stolen from Sapnap on top of the snowsap's head.

    "Are you alright?" Dream asked with a chuckle, and George looked over at him, confused.

    "What do you mean?" He asked, tilting his head.

    "You look so cold you're turning blue George." Dream laughed, the blond sitting on his knees in the snow.

    "Well it's not my fault I was dragged out of bed then rushed out my house without warning." George folded his arms, trying to conserve some of his body heat. "Can we go inside or something? It's warmer." The brunet suggested, but Dream pouted in response.

    "But I like it outside," the blond scowled, "can we stay out a little longer? Pleaseeee?" Dream begged the other, and George looked aside, sighing.

    "Fine, but give me your gloves then." He stated, and Dream scoffed.

    "That was not part of the agreement."

    "It is now, give me your gloves and I'll consider staying out with you." George insisted, "And give me your coat too, and your boots cause mine have snow in them-"

    "George I'm not giving you my clothes." Dream answered, and George turned around to leave.

    "Fine then, I'm going inside for a warm blanket and a heater." The brunet walked over to his porch and went up the two steps.

    "Wait! Georgieee!" Dream rushed over, and grabbed George's arm, causing the boy to look back, "Please, you know how much I love snow, just a few more minutes.." The blond pleaded, and George couldn't see much of a difference between his best friend's expression and a dog who was begging its owner for a few more minutes outside. George paused as his eyes surveyed the other's face. He then reached out his right hand, and Dream looked down at it, sighing before pulling his gloves off, and handing them to the brunet. George smiled, and slid the gloves onto his hands. He looked down at them and took a moment to admire just how small his were compared to Dream's, as the gloves looked very big on him. "I'm not giving you my coat or my boots though." Dream wrapped his arms around George's back and his front, hugging him close by his torso.

    George immediately closed his eyes and smiled, leaning into the other with as much weight as he could. He felt warm, very warm. Dream noticed him leaning, and supported him more so that he wouldn't fall, "You're so warm.." George felt the urge to curl up into Dream as if the blond were a cocoon for him to rest in. While George's upper body was warm, his legs were still freezing, and he tugged on Dream's sleeve, bringing him down to the ground. The brunet crawled on top of Dream, sitting on the highest step of his front porch, and sat in his lap, curling himself as much as he could with his legs over the blond's. Dream wrapped his arms around George again once he'd found a comfortable spot, and the brunet exhaled shakily, watching his breath turn into mist in the cold. He couldn't care though, he felt warmth begin to cloud his body all over, and he dug his face further into Dream's chest. "Okay.." he whispered out with a smile, "I'll stay.."

    He wished he would've seen Dream's face, because it was surely a mixture of excitement and happiness, two things he loved seeing Dream express. The blond brought one of his hands to George's hair, and the brunet leaned into the touch as the tallers hand moved absentmindedly through the curls. "You're going on that date next Sunday with Jenna, right?" Dream asked, and George's smile immediately vanished. Why did he have to bring that up?

"yeah.." he mumbled, "She said she wanted to go to a breakfast place and spend the morning together or some shit.. I'm honestly considering canceling.." George admitted, and Dream for a second stopped his hand movements, but continued them.

"What are you talking about George? You can't cancel, it'll be like your first date out or whatever. Who knows? She could be your first girlfriend. She clearly likes you a lot." Dream insisted, and George merely stared at the wood patterns on the railing of his porch, a little lost in his own head.

"I just don't know how to act on dates.. what if she thinks I'm weird or something..?" He asked, looking down at his lap. He liked the way he could fit on Dream so perfectly.

"Maybe I can help you, I've been on a date before, and I've seen a load of romance movies. I can help you learn how to at least be approachable on a date?" Dream suggested, and George paused, thinking. That wasn't a bad idea, though George knew he'd enjoy his practice date with Dream more so than his real date with Jenna.

"Yeah.. that would be good.. we could go to that place she wants to go to.. that's actually a really good idea.." George looked up at Dream, who chuckled.

"Why are you so shocked that I have good ideas? Am I just not allowed to have those?" He asked, and George just giggled, looking up at the other. His best friend was so caring and considerate, from the moment he met him he'd felt such a deep connection with him. Dream says it's because they were platonic soulmates, but what if George didn't want it to just be platonic? What if he wanted it to be more? George didn't realize he was looking down at Dream's lips until he'd zoned back into reality.

"What if she tries to kiss me..? What do I do?" He asked, looking back up at Dream's eyes.

"You kiss her back, duh. This was like, your exact worry on Halloween, and she didn't even try." Dream insisted, "But I'd say we've practiced enough to the point where you'd be good at it, right?" He asked, George looking down at his lap again, shaking his head.

"I'm not good at it.. she's gonna make fun of me, then she won't like me and she'll tell everyone I'm a terrible kisser, then her friends will start to make fun of me, then the school will know I'm bad at kissing, then I'll need to move away and change my name because I'll never get a girlfriend because everyone'll know I'm a terrible kisser!" George looked back up at Dream, who just burst out laughing.

"You're literally so dramatic George, everyone is terrible when they have their first kiss!" Dream insisted, "She wouldn't make fun of you, I bet it would be her first kiss anyway." The blond stopped his movements in George's hair and wrapped his arms tightly around George for a hug, "Are you saying I'm a bad helper?" He asked, and George sighed.

"No.. I'm just a bad kisser.." Dream looked back up at George, and the brunet found himself lost in his jade green eyes, "I'm not good at dates, kissing, or even talking to girls. I'm a lost cause Dream." George stated, and Dream laughed.

    "Fine then, if you think so, I'll help you out. Though I don't have any more tips on girls than you do." The blond shrugged.

    "Are you kidding? You're like, great at kissing at least." George replied, which Dream just scoffed at.

    "That's such a lie and you know it, I'm terrible." Dream smirked, and George giggled, making himself as small as possible in Dream's arms.

    "Prove it then." His heart began to beat through his chest, was he having a heart attack or something? "Give me a nice demonstration." He suggested, and Dream rolled his eyes.

    "You just want extra practice." Dream smirked, and George looked aside.

    "Maybe.." He looked down at the blond's lips, and reached his hand up to play with the string of the sweater under Dream's coat, "Would that make me so awful?" He twisted the string around his finger and leaned forward slightly. It felt so normal, the thought of Dream's lips on his, but he still found himself nervous to be this close to the other.

    "Just shut up Georgie." Dream chuckled, and his lips were against George's almost immediately. The brunet accidentally giggled into it, still not used to the feeling. He tried to keep down his smile but he couldn't resist it, giggling a little more into the other's mouth. They separated for a small second, Dream managing to let out a few words, "Your lips are cold." Before they connected again. George, still in a smiley state, giggled a little more. He pulled a little on the string, causing Dream to lean forward slightly, receiving the message the brunet was sending.

    The door to George's house was pushed open, and George, as if he had a cat's instinct, jumped off of Dream's lap and in his opinion, swiftly slid onto the porch side right next to him. His mother stepped out, and George noticed Dream looking forward with his legs a little more spread, trying to appear comfortable it seemed. "Oh, was just wondering where you were." George's mother smiled down at the brunet, and George smiled up at her.

    "I'm just with Dream.." He stated, forcing as big of a smile as he could to the point of his lips shaking, "getting some fresh air." He hid his hands in his lap, sure that she'd notice they were not his gloves.

    "Okay sweetie, I'll be going to work in an hour, tell me if you need anything." She then closed the door, leaving the two out there. A silence ran through the two, and George found himself staring at his best friend, who cleared his throat to talk.

    "So, next Saturday, right?" He asked, with a bit of an awkward smile.

    George giggled, leaning forward and grabbing the front of Dream's coat, pulling him towards him into a kiss that the blond was clearly not ready for, "Saturday.." George whispered once he'd pulled away.

December 23rd, 1990

With a snowfall coming down at a slow pace, and a bubbly atmosphere around him, George could feel the world stop everywhere but here, in this moment. His moment. Dream was right beside him, this time, both of them had gloves on as they walked down the street of their small town. It was a perfect morning, seven am and high spirits. George could see it in the distance, the breakfast diner that Jenna wanted to take him to. Making their prints in the snow, they neared the restaurant, and Dream stopped him outside the building. "When you're going on a date, you need to be the gentleman George. Like this," Dream walked up to the door, and opened it, leaving it wide open, "After you." He smiled and George giggled walking into the diner.

"okay, what next?" The brunet asked, looking up at Dream with a smile as he walked in.

"Typically, the gentleman would then seat both of you at a table." Dream explained, and George looked aside.

"I don't know how to do that.. can you talk to them..? You know I don't like people.." George looked up at Dream with a pleading look, and Dream sighed.

"She's gonna want someone confident George, and you've gotta learn to do this eventually.." Dream stated, but he couldn't go against the pleading look in George's eyes. So, Dream was left talking to the waiter and bringing George to the seat. "The gentleman would then pull the girl's chair out for her, like this." Dream pulled the chair out, and motioned for George to sit down. The brunet did, and he chuckled as Dream pushed the chair forward easily, as if the brunet's weight was nothing. He watched Dream sit down across from him, "Then you begin a conversation with her, so go ahead." Dream stated, and George went silent.

    "U-um.." he paused, "What uh.. what do I say?" He asked, and Dream sighed.

    "Well, girls typically like talking about themselves, ask her something." The blond suggested, and George hesitated.

    "H-how is your day going?" He'd ask, and Dream just stared at him.

    "It's seven in the morning George. My day has barely started." He replied, and George sighed.

    "Fine uh.. how.. how's school..?" Dream groaned and banged his head on the table.

    "Maybe you're right George, you are a lost cause..." the blond mumbled, and George folded his arms.

    "I'm trying my best Dream-"

    "Can I get you two started on anything?" George and Dream looked up to see a girl who had walked over to their table. In her hand was a notepad, and she wore a black apron on, her brown hair in a pony tail.

    Dream looked up at George, who froze up with two people staring at him. Dream then sighed, and looked up at the girl, "Two milkshakes, one strawberry with whipped cream and a strawberry drizzle and one chocolate with whipped cream and a caramel drizzle." The girl wrote it down, and smiled up at him.

    "That'll be out in a moment sir." She then walked off, and George noticed Dream staring at him.

    "What?" He asked, and Dream chuckled.

    "What do you mean what? The gentleman is supposed to order your food George. And I'm not even going to imagine the possibility that you forgot my order." The blond narrowed his eyes at George, "Right?"

    "a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream and a strawberry drizzle with a plate of two chocolate chip pancakes, light syrup, four pieces of bacon, and some scrambled eggs on the side, I think I know your order better than my own Dream." The brunet countered, and Dream looked aside after rolling his eyes.

    "Lucky guess.." Dream mumbled.

The blond went through what he called 'communicative lessons' with George. He'd teach George how to talk to people basically. Remaining eye contact, not talking over someone, engaging in the conversation, and asking questions because in Dream's opinion, people loved talking about themselves, which was kinda true. It was easy though, for one, it was because it was Dream he was talking to and not a girl he'd met at a party the previous month. He just knew Dream, and he knew him, it was easier to remain eye contact and engage in a conversation with Dream because he loved talking with him. A girl? He'd have to pass. Maybe it was just the way Jenna acted or looked, but he felt close to zero attraction towards her. Why? He'd ask himself, aren't boys his age throwing themselves at any girl who shows the slightest interest in them? Why wasn't he doing the same? Did he miss a memo?

"George," Dream stated, and George zoned back into reality, "What did I just tell you." The blond asked, and George's torso froze.

"u-um.. I-.. I don't know Dream.." George looked down, and Dream sighed.

"I told you that you need to remain engaged, girls don't like it when someone spaces out while they're talking, it shows a complete lack of interest in them." Dream explained, and George kept his eyes to the table.

"What if I have a complete lack of interest in her?" George asked, "She's the one who approached me, she's the one who asked for a date, I just followed along because I didn't want my girlfriend tally in high school to be zero.." The brunet looked aside, and felt like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders, "Could like.. you get me sick so that I don't have to go?" He asked, looking up at Dream with pleading eyes. The blond sighed in response.

"At least give her a chance, right?" He asked, and George paused, before nodding. He knew he wouldn't even be able to tolerate the girl though, he much preferred sitting at this table with Dream at the other end, the taller teaching him how to act and speak. The brunet glanced down at their hands on the table, out stretched to hold the other. He slowly ran his thumb over Dream's knuckles, the blond's words seeming muffled in his head, he liked this. George relaxed his eyes, letting them close a few fractions, he liked holding Dream's hand.

    After they'd eaten and payed, the two walked out the diner, George a little disappointed that their pretend practice date was finally over, but Dream reached forward and tugged on George's sleeve, to which the brunet looked back, confused. "What?" He asked, and Dream rolled his eyes.

    "She'd want a goodbye kiss or something, even a hug would've sufficed instead of walking off." Dream folded his arms, and George sighed, now he had to kiss a girl? He'd rather lick carpet.

    "Fine.." The brunet walked up, and gestured for Dream to lean down. The blond placed his hands in his pockets, and did just that, George taking hold of his face, pressing his lips against Dream's. He let himself linger a little, liking that he could taste strawberry on the other's mouth. Once he'd pulled away, he looked up at Dream expectantly, "Well? Is that good enough for you?" He asked, and Dream shrugged.

    "At least you're not a bad kisser, she may consider a second date if you keep this up." Dream smirked, and George just rolled his eyes, turning around and beginning to walk home. Dream beside him as they left more prints in the snow, the cold never felt so warm to George. He touched his lips, covering it with the disguise of warming his hands with his breath. He liked Dream's lips, he liked their practice kissing and dates and holding hands. He liked this. But that doesn't mean he likes Dream, right? George looked aside, he'd never had a friend before Dream, maybe this was just normal, maybe he was being dramatic about it. Even considering the possibility that he liked him made him feel so nervous inside. Nervous as in bad of course, because he'd never like a boy. No matter how many times his head said otherwise.

"Would uh.. would you typically hold hands when you walk her home..?" George asked, looking up at Dream, who smirked down at him.

"Of course," Dream reached his hand out from his pockets and laced his fingers with George, if something like pure chills didn't run up George's body he'd be lying, "it's thoughtful to initiate physical touch with someone." Dream stated, and George giggled.

"Okay.." his smile only widened, squeezing Dream's gloved hand in his own, he felt like they were the only two people in the whole world, at least, Dream looked at him like he was the only other person. Maybe that was just part of his imagination. Damn head, making him think things again. Arriving back home, the two stopped in front of George's house, and the brunet looked over at Dream, "I'd give her a goodbye kiss or a hug now, right?" He asked, and Dream chuckled.

"You learn quickly." the blond bent down and pressed a short kiss to George's lips, and the brunet shamefully found himself leaning forward slightly, asking for another. To his surprise, he was given one, and it lasted just a little longer. "Wanna go inside and watch movies?" He asked.

    "Desperately.." George sighed, and he followed the other into his house, closing the door behind him with a smile. He'd just have to get through one date, then he'd get to hang out with his best friend.

December 24th, 1990

    George watched the people move across the screen, his cheek pressed against his hand as he sat in his warm living room, sheltered from the outside cold. With a black and white blanket covering every inch of his body but his face, and a bag of pretzels by his side, he never felt so content. Then, his door opened, and a wave of cold breeze went through the first floor of his house, causing him to have a chill run through his body. "Damn, close the door Dream.. it's cold." He stated, and saw Dream come around the corner, revealing himself to the other, wearing a black sweater and his usual gray sweatpants. The blond walked over and sat down next to George, the brunet was used to this, Dream barging his way into his house whenever he wanted, it was sort of expected.

    "Move over." He stated, pushing George aside easily. George then lifted one side of his blanket, giving Dream the opportunity to move closer, the blanket perfectly covering them. The size of the blanket caused them to need to almost cuddle, which George appreciated, he liked being warm. "How was your date?" Dream asked, his eyes on the tv. George's smile disappeared slowly, and he sighed.

    "It was.. interesting.."

    "Did you at least kiss her goodbye?" Dream asked, and George went silent, causing Dream to groan, "Georgeeee, when people ask how many people you kissed in high school, do you really want your only answer to be me?" The blond inquired, and George just rolled his eyes.

    "It's better than no one.. and besides, she was just so boring!" George complained, resting his head on Dream's shoulder, "I couldn't stand listening to her! I didn't even get a chance to try and order either, she shushed me any time I 'spoke out of turn'" George stated, and Dream chuckled.

    "So she's bossy?" Dream asked, George paused feeling Dream's hand run under his shirt, and follow the curve of his waist. Breath taken, he tried to speak normally.

"Very.." he mumbled, digging his face into the side of Dream's neck. He didn't know how to describe the feeling of debating his own mind, trying to decide if this feeling inside him was an after effect of Dream's toxic touch, or a feeling on his tongue after eating something spicy. It's a lingering, hot taste but it feels so addictive you just have to have more.

"Maybe you can try going out with Abby? I mean, I'm pretty sure she's into you-"

"Think I'm gonna take a break from dating for a while.." George stated, "Girls are complicated.. I'd rather not deal with it." The brunet adjusted himself more on top of Dream, and his hand stopped. Laying there without the subconscious feeling of Dream's moving up and down his waist slowly made him want to demand it to be back, and eventually it did, easing George's withdrawal of the feeling. The two lie in silence after that, letting themselves become swallowed in each other's presence. George had done a lot of thinking, he wanted to know why he felt so many chills in his nerves when his and Dream's lips connected. He wanted to know why the thought of doing the same with a girl was sickening to imagine. He wanted to know what all these new feelings were, and he assumed he'd figured it out. He was gay, it had to be the answer. Of course, the alternative would be that he had feelings for Dream and he's gay, and that would never happen. How stupid would he have to be to fall in love with his first friend? Never mind, he'd rather not think about it.

The thing is, he didn't want to accept this reality he'd grown to live with. Because being gay wasn't even a thing in people's minds. Gays aren't acknowledged, and surely not respected. He remembered seeing a boy getting abused and cut by people in school during his freshman year because he was gay. George didn't want to go through that himself, but as he imagined the practice kissing and cuddling him and Dream had been doing, it felt wrong to keep something from Dream. If George went any longer without telling Dream the truth, he may actually explode, because he felt guilty, guilty that he was taking advantage of Dream's willingness and gender for his own desires, and not even telling him. What kind of friend would do that? Every time Dream showed any slight reference to leaving, George would take his mind off the topic or distract him and stall him to stay longer. The truth was, that he was building up the courage to tell him. He was beside himself with worry, and pinned against the wall in force to do as his guilt demanded, tell Dream what you are. He'll still love you, because Dream loves everyone.

    George just watched his best friend's mouth move rapidly as he spoke, his mind elsewhere through the conversation as he quickly butted into the others words, "Would you still love me if I said I was gay?" He asked, and Dream stopped talking. George just stared down at the other's still lips, no longer rapid in movement. He wanted to take the words out the air almost as soon as they were there, because the silence that followed them was suffocating at most.

"What sorry?" Dream asked, George almost rolled his eyes, "what an idiot.."

The brunet looked up into Dream's eyes, "Hypothetically.." he made sure to add, "If I said I was gay, would you still love me as you do?" Dream just blinked at him, so dense.

"Well.." His voice struggled, "I mean.. yeah, I wouldn't care if you were gay, why are you asking me that?" It felt like an enormous weight was lifted off of George's shoulders, and suddenly he could breathe again.

"Because I am.. gay.." George looked aside, his hands on his knees which were pressed to his chest, "I uh.. I don't want you to treat me any different just.. I'm still the same person I just.. you're aware of this now and that won't necessarily change anything.. right?" George asked, looking up into Dream's confused eyes, "I mean, I didn't want you to feel weird about kissing me now.. i-it's still just practice, I promise, I don't like.. have feelings for you or anything I'm just attracted to.. not girls I guess-"

    "Okay okay," Dream chuckled, and George looked up at him, "you don't need to explain anything else, it's fine, I mean.. I'm cool with it." Dream corrected, George wanted to apologize for putting him in such an awkward position, "I'm not like against it or whatever, I.. I've been wondering about this type of stuff too." George didn't know why, but his heart seemed to slow a beat or two. Dream rested his head on his hand, propped up on his knee as he sat criss cross on the other end of George's bed, "I thought you'd be the one to act weirdly for me being like.. curious I'd say.." Dream mumbled the last part, which just caused George to giggle.

    "Yeah I mean.. kissing you kind of brought it out a little I think." George smiled, and Dream looked over at him with an odd expression. Once the gears turned in George's head, he instantly went wide eyed, "Not in a way that I like you of course! I just meant that kissing y- a boy! Made me like.. it made me feel- well, you don't make me feel like that of course! No way, ew- but I mean, you know what I mean! Like, having the example of kissing a m-male was just- you know.." George looked aside, his cheeks very red, "You know what I mean so stop looking at me like that!" No matter what he said, Dream smirked.

    "What you're saying is.." Dream began, and George looked up at him, his heart caught in his throat when Dream leaned forward, towering over George slightly on the bed, "that my kissing awakened your gay side?" He asked, tilting his head to the right in a teasing matter.

    George looked aside, if his face could produce steam, his room would be impossible to breathe in. "Don't say it like that.. it makes it sound like I-.." George instantly stopped his voice, "had like feelings for you or something.." he hoped the taller wouldn't notice. Dream leaned back, the same stupid smirk spread across his face.

    "And how do I know you don't? Though, I can't imagine kissing anyone other than you wouldn't be awkward, probably because we've done it so many times." Dream stated, and George rolled his eyes, sitting up a bit.

"Yeah.. y'know, that makes it sound even weirder.." George giggled, and Dream crawled over to him again.

"What do you mean Georgie? Do you not like kissing me..?" Dream asked, with a smirk on his face. George chuckled and leaned away.

"Stop.." He reached his hand up to push the other off by his chest, but he couldn't find the effort to use so much force against something like this.

"Stop what? I thought you were into guys?" Dream asked, trapping George down underneath him, to which George just giggled and tried to push Dream's face away.

"yeah, guys, not you!" He giggled, and Dream made kissy sounds.

"c'mon Georgie just gimme another kiss, maybe it'll make you gayer." George turned his face to the side and tried to avoid it, smiling to much to even attempt to kiss the other back. Dream kissed his cheek, "C'mon Georgie, practice kisses." Dream smirked, and George looked up at him, with a red look.

"Dream, you're such an idiot.. go away.." George giggled, though he couldn't think of a better outcome of coming out to his best friend. Dream pressed another kiss to George's cheek, before giving him a small one on his lips.

"Fine, but you're gonna need more practice kisses." George looked up at Dream who had his wide, stupid smile spread across his face. The kind of smile that made the sun look dark, the flowers begin to grow and the clouds make way for the shine of the moon. The kind of smile that had the power to stop a war, and it was only ever directed towards George, and his weak, vulnerable heart of glass. George reached his hands up and cupped Dream's face, pulling him close and kissing him deeply, letting himself smile a little. He liked feeling Dream's face under his hands, and he liked kissing him even more. Was his love not just for boys? Trying to imagine kissing any other male, even if he tried to come up with an image of the perfect partner, he'd turn them away to spend even a minute in Dream's presence. Maybe because Dream was the perfect partner, was George in denial? No, he was telling the truth, he didn't have feelings for his best friend. He hoped.

February 14th, 1991

    So many stupid people surrounded George. So many stupid things in his locker that weren't there before. And so many stupid confessions from people he'd spoken to once before. He had to tell each of them that he was taken that Valentine's Day, when he wasn't. His plan for Valentine's Day was the same as it was last year. Combining his and Dream's chocolates, sitting in his living room, watching romance movies and crying together because they're just too cute. That's his life. Not very exciting, but very content. Stuffing all his sweets into his backpack, it was a new record from last year, he did feel sorry for most of the girls that asked him out, but he thought it was pretty obvious he'd be spending Valentine's Day with Dream, like he does every year. The whole town knew that the two did everything together, it was almost worrying when they weren't together, and people still tried to take him away from Dream time.

    "Hey gogy!" Sapnap, his asshole friend who he somehow tolerates, appeared behind the boy, and ruffled up his brown hair.

    "Sapnap! Stop!" The boy then unzipped George's backpack from behind him, Dream ignoring them, getting his jacket out his locker.

    "ooo! You've got candy!" Sapnap grabbed some of the chocolates from George's backpack, and held them away from the other.

    "Give them back you freak!" George reached for them, but Sapnap held them away, "Dream! Tell him to give my chocolates back!" George whined.

    "Sapnap give him his thing." Dream stated, dumping his notebooks into his backpack carelessly.

    "No, I got them fair and square-"

    "You don't even want them! You just don't want me to have them!" George argued, looking at Sapnap who chuckled.

    "Precisely. You have some left George, I'm realistically saving you from getting fat y'know. And couldn't you spare a piece or two? Donate some to the Sapnap charity of chocolate? I didn't get any Valentines this year, prick.." Sapnap unwrapped one, and chucked it into his mouth.

    "I bet there's a reason why.. shortie.." George mumbled, and Dream closed his locker.

"Ready to go?" He'd ask, and George nodded.

"You guys are no fun," Sapnap smirked, "Who's your valentine this year Dreamie weamie?" Sapnap asked, "Y'know, it's not to late to ask me-"

"Taken, and I'm not telling you." Dream flicked Sapnap's forehead, who just rolled his eyes. George observed quietly, Dream had a Valentine?

"Screw you, I'm gonna go hang out with my valentine, the basketball court." Sapnap flipped them both off with a smirk, and went off to do Sapnap things. George sighed, he loved Sapnap, but he was intoxicatingly horrible. George rubbed his eyes, he felt tired, but he kept moving on the energy of one thought, who was Dream's valentine? He wanted to ask, but he feared to know the answer. Maybe it was that one girl in their science class, he saw Dream chatting with her a bit more than usual. Or maybe that one girl that keeps on giving Dream her unwanted items from her lunch, she was the only reason Dream ever went to the cafeteria. George could stand here and speculate all day, or he could take his mind off of it by talking to Dream himself. He wasn't even sure why he cared so much, he didn't control Dream, they were just friends after all. Why was his stomach hurting? Maybe he ate something bad.

All the snow from the winter had cleared up eventually, and George found himself liking the wet sidewalk, seeing his favorite season's tears. Now that the winter season was over, the rain was coming back to segway them into spring, and he quite enjoyed the gray clouds above and the damp grass. It occasionally rained in school, but his favorite time when it rained, was when he and Dream were laying in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling, whispering and giggling with the loud dropping coming from outside in the sky. He smiled, he couldn't wait to have that experience again, even though it happened just last week. He enjoyed this, being alongside Dream, stuffing their faces with chocolates and testing to see if they tasted differently with the added candy taste in their mouth. They did. Kissing turned as normal as hugging, though they'd never do it outside closed doors. People would get the wrong message. They'd think that they were dating, which they would never.

Dream brought George over to his house, and they climbed from Dream's window, up onto the roof, something they'd been doing for quite a while. George liked being up on the roof, like they were looking down at the world from a private place, a place only them two ever could recognize. Dream didn't mistake bringing the chocolates up there, and an umbrella, just in case, because the clouds above didn't look nearly as happy as them. George began to feel a bit cold up there, and shuffled himself closer to hug Dream around the torso. Dream returned the hug, and a small hug to conserve heat became a long term cuddle. The brunet smiled, he liked cuddling Dream, he was so perfect to hug, as if his arms were made to hold George's waist. He didn't want anyone else to be this close with Dream, he didn't want anyone else to feel his lips, his arms around their body, or his laugh under their head. He didn't want anyone being as close to Dream as he was. It was something he avoided acknowledging, but he didn't want anyone dating his best friend. His crush.

He liked Dream, a lot. He may even admit he loved him. A lot. Hearing that he had a valentine shattered his heart, and he felt this burning passion to show Dream how much more loving George could be rather than this secret valentine. Which got George thinking, relaxed and melted into the other's arms, he asked, muffled speech caused by his face smushed against his best friend's shirt, "Who's your valentine..?" He tried to make his voice sound more curious than stern, but he was so relaxed he was surprised he was able to say anything above a hum.

    "Hm? Oh, you Georgie." Dream said with an easy smile. George paused, furrowing his eyebrows, something didn't add up. He sat up a little, looking at Dream with an odd look.

    "What..?" His face was just a little red.

    "Yeah, aren't you my Valentine?" Dream tilted his head, and George didn't know how to respond.

    "Y-you never asked me.." He wasn't sure how he was supposed to take this, Dream meant platonically, surely. Right?

    Dream blinked twice, "I thought a Valentine was someone you spent Valentine's Day with..? And.. I'm with you?" Dream asked, and George began to giggle, chuckling and laughing, leaning forward to lean his forehead against Dream's chest, leaving the blond undoubtedly confused out his mind.

    "Dream.." George spoke, "You're so cute.." He looked up, and held the other's face in his hands. He admired every little freckle, every shade of color in Dream's eyes, and every ounce of stupidity he could find. He loved his stupid best friend.

    "uh, thank you." Dream smiled into George's hands, his cheeks causing them to move a little more apart, "You're my Valentine, right?" He asked, and George giggled, leaning forward and kissing the other's cheek.

    "course.. and you're mine..?" He wrapped his arms around Dream's neck, and the taller nodded.

    "Mhm.." Dream squeezed around George's torso, pulling the other closer. Warm bodies colliding to keep each other warm in the colder atmosphere around them. George embraced by two arms he wouldn't trade for anything else. He loved this boy more than anything, and it felt great to say it to himself.

    "I love you Dream.." George smiled into the other's shoulder, and Dream giggled.

    "love you too George." But Dream didn't understand, George loved Dream. He loved his wild curly hair. He loved his teasing. He loved his touch. He loved his stupid questions. He loved his excited smile. He loved his voice during the night. He loved his singing. But most of all, he loved his heart, his big, warm, beautiful heart that accepted George no matter what. He loved Dream so much it hurt, and he squeezed him tighter, wishing he could somehow telepathically convey this message to him so that he wouldn't have to go through the pain of voicing it. He was deep in love with his best friend, and it took him way too long to realize it.

"Dream.." a hum in response, a small gust of wind rushed through the two's hair, "I love you.." George opened his eyes, admiring the roof beneath them.

"I.. love you too." Dream said with a smile. George leaned back, his friend was truly hopeless.

"Dream, I love you.." he repeated, and Dream paused. George felt his anxiety building so fast, he was scared. He didn't want Dream to understand what he meant, but he desperately wanted him to understand what he felt for him, he was against himself, and he wanted to just let it all out, show Dream everything he's been keeping in, even if it meant sacrificing his ability to breathe. He held Dream's face again, staring into his eyes, "please.. hear me, I love you more than anything.." communication through their eyes could've never been clearer, they were always able to have full conversations without even opening their mouths, it was something he admired about Dream. Something he admired about their strong friendship which he now knows would never be ruined because of something like this.

"I love you too George." Dream stated with furrowed eyebrows, and George shook his head.

"No you-.. you don't understand Dream I-.." George looked down, why was this so hard?

"No, I do George. I love you, I know what you mean." Dream insisted, holding George by his waist.

"Do you?" George asked, in a skeptical voice. "Do you understand? Because I love you so much Dream that I can't stand being just friends anymore, I just.. I love you so much.. I want to be with you forever and take care of you.. I don't want to call kissing practice anymore, I want it to be real.." George felt tears begin to build up in his eyes, "When I say I love you, I mean I fucking adore you Dream, more than anything or anyone else. I don't want anyone else, just you." George insisted.

Dream looked entirely unfazed, "I know." He stated, and George paused, "I understand George, I love you too. You know.. it's not entirely impossible I feel the same way.. right?" Dream began to smile.

"But.. you're not even gay." George looked aside, and Dream just giggled.

"Well.. I'm not exactly homosexual.. I'm just Georgesexual." Dream added, and George scoffed.

"Thats not a word." He stated, and Dream shrugged.

"Should be. George," Dream laughed out, and George nodded, "Please just.. let me kiss you? I've been dying to since you gave me that little speech.." Dream said, his cheeks suddenly and quickly turning red. George laughed, covering his mouth with his hand, his first real kiss with his best friend? George threw one of his legs over Dream's lap, and held onto his arms which were still protectively around his waist.

    "Okay, if it means you'll finally shut up.." George giggled, and leaned down, pressing a long kiss to Dream's lips. He tilted his head slightly to the right, feeling Dream's curly hair at the tips of his fingers where they lay on his cheeks. He loved Dream's hair, and Dream loved him. A thrilling thought that caused him to giggle a little into the kiss, Dream loved him. No one else. George felt a small touch like Dream's thumb tracing George's waist burn his whole left side, and he couldn't stop one of his hands from going to Dream's hair, feeling the soft locks that he'd dreamed of feeling in such a way. He could stay here for the rest of his life, in Dream's arms, on the rooftop of a house they shared many memories in. There was no curving around this moment, this was his reason to live.

    Pulling apart, George and Dream fell into endless giggles. Dream pushing his head into George's chest, causing the brunet to hug it closer. They loved each other. George closed his eyes, curling himself as much as possible to hold as much as Dream as he could, he wanted to see everything him and Dream missed out on for so long. Even if it meant what they were doing was bad. He pressed kissed across Dream's face, now able to kiss the very marks his eyes could only trace. He didn't care who watched, he didn't care if the whole world didn't accept what they had, because George adored it, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

December 24th, 1999

    Snow fell from each of the lovers sides, and the shared heat made George want to only snuggle up more and let his body get the better of him, and fall asleep. But he wouldn't dare. It was Christmas Eve, and he had something planned for his beloved boyfriend, Dream. Since the first day George moved to this small town, he hadn't left since meeting Dream. Thirteen long years of his life spent in this town, and he didn't regret a single second. Now in his own home, he truly felt like Dream had changed him, Dream had lifted George up to this point where he felt on top of the world. He dug his face more into the chest of his lover, his best friend. They were in their backyard, the ground covered in a thin layer of snow while more only came from the sky. Why they were outside in the winter season you ask? It was an excuse to cuddle really, though George knew he didn't need excuses anymore.

    He leaned up, and pressed a kiss to Dream's jaw, "love you.." he mumbled, going back down to the other's chest where he buried himself more. He could feel his beautiful boyfriend squeeze him around the middle.

    "Love you too baby.." He kissed George's hair. An eight year relationship with his best friend, a secret from a rather unaccepting world. George liked their secret, because it was theirs. Of course they'd told Sapnap about it not even a month after they got together, and as Dream assured George, Sapnap was more annoyed by it than unaccepting. He told them all those years ago in front of his locker that if he caught them kissing even once, he may pry his eyes out with a spoon. Regardless of his odd response, Sapnap was completely okay with their 'gayness'. Sure he'd gag and pretend to throw up when Dream called George baby, but that was just normal Sapnap behavior. Now he'd moved away, with the promise that he'd stay in touch with the two. He wasn't gone forever, no way. Sapnap moved away so that he could attend a college with a basketball scholarship, George was happy for him, living out his dream even though he's 5'4.

    George was shaking slightly, it wasn't from the cold though, it was from his nerves. "Hey Dr'm..?" He'd ask, and Dream would kiss his head in response, telling him that he was listening, "can I ask you somethin'.." George continued.

    "Of course George." Dream squeezed him again, to which George leaned back, looking down at Dream with a smile. He'd found his favorite position when cuddling Dream was to be sitting on his lap, his legs on either side of the taller, mostly because he was able to wrap around him like a koala, covering all his territory he'd call it.

    "You're never gonna leave me.. right?" George asked, tilting his head, and Dream giggled.

    "Unless you manage to get away." The blond poked George's side, causing the other to roll his eyes.

    "Yeah yeah.. but seriously I.. I wanna be able to spend my whole life with you Dream.." George began, "And.. and even though we can't do something as like.. big as getting uh.. married.." George looked aside, Dream's expression turning confused, "I wanted to-.." he sighed, he realized he wouldn't be able to voice his feelings. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two silver rings that had been sitting there like a teaser in his pocket for the past two weeks. Dream looked down at them, and George's cheeks went bright red, "Obviously we can't.. get married or anything but.. it's commitment.." Dream looked back up at George, his arms losing some of their grip around the shorter's waist, "A reminder.. that I'm yours and.. you're mine." George smiled widely, fighting his embarrassment and managing to look Dream in the eye.

    "George.." The brunet was surprised when the other's eyes began filling with hot tears.

    "I-I'm sorry Dream, is it too soon? I'm sorry." George looked away, but Dream had grabbed his face and pulled him towards his own, pressing his lips against George's. The brunet melted into the kiss, it was reassuring, all of Dream's kisses were reassuring.

    "I love you so much y'know that..?" Dream asked, Dream's forehead against his own. Tears now streamed from both their eyes, "I don't care anymore George, you're my husband, I love you so fucking much.." Dream pulled George into a hug, digging his face into the other's chest. George tightened his hold around the silver rings, and closed his eyes. Husband. Dream was his husband. And George was his.

    "I love you too Dream.." Dream pulled away from George, and as George leaned down to press a kiss to Dream's cheek, he placed one of the rings into Dream's hand. He then lowered his head to whisper, "So much.. and I want to be yours forever.." George felt Dream wipe the tears off of his cheek.

    "Then you're mine.."

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