I get it || dnf

14 ~ Only 10pm

I got hit on the head with a hard-back notepad today by a wannabe-roadman 😍

TW: self harm and description of blood (warning added before and after the part), swearing, assault/abuse

"What? No of course i didnt! I actually have to go now its nearly 7pm! I need to have dinner!" George hesitantly said to Dream as he answered the question.

"Oh okay can i get your number?" Dream confidently asked, not knowing how flustered he'd be after he asked that question to George,

"Pardon?" was all George could say. He didnt know if he had heard what the green man had said to him.

"Y-Yeah, What's your number? Like phone number,"

"Oh uhh... [insert number here [DONT ACTUALLY]] is my number"

"Cool!" Dream said back to him as he wrote it down on a blank document on his phone so he didnt forget it.

Dreams POV:

Dream did have to admit, he felt different around "georgenotfound".
He felt happier, like a switch had lit up with positivity in his stomach, like butterflies had inhabited him and were constantly dancing around graciously as he spoke to the mysterious boy.

"HEY DRISTA!" Clay shouted down to his sister, who almost instantly came to the door frame, "Guess who i just spoke to!"

"WHO?!" Drista exclaimed, hopefulness that it was Georgenotfound building up in her.

"Georgenotf-" He began

"WHAT?!" Drista almost yelled, except before she had the chance dream had put his hand over her mouth.

"Shush"

"But thats crazy! We should tell mum!" She whisper-shouted

"No."

"Mkay"

As fast as she had entered, she left. This gave Dream the perfect opportunity to add his new friend as a contact onto his phone. The feeling still tingled throughout his body. It gave him a boost of adrenaline as he typed in the numbers at an extreme speed and he typed his first message to George,

hey George its Dream :)

He didnt instantly get a reply like he wished, but at least he got one,

hi Dream!! It was nice meeting you today, we should hang out more often :]

Was this a date? Nononono just two bestfriends planning to hang out in the future and maybe stream together.

With that, he flopped down onto his bed with his phone in his hand, switching the tab to Spotify and listening to his favourite songs from his playlist, soon falling asleep to the harmonious songs being gently forced into his ears through his AirPods.

He was happy.
For now.

Georges POV:

//The self harm//

After shutting off his computer, George sunk into his hair. It wasn't long until he fell off his chair and thudded onto the ground.

"Fuck it," he whispered quietly to himself before getting up and grabbing the post-it note that was attached to the corner of his screen.

Without hesitation, he teared it up and scrunched it up in his palm, before throwing it into the bin as he walked past it to get to the bathroom.

The bathroom was attached to his bedroom, like an ensuite. He opened the door while holding his phone in his right hand.