An Influx of Dream Hoodies (DNF)

3; i see my future in your eyes

chapter written by star

George had been off since dinner, and Dream had no fucking clue what do do about it. Making George feel better had always come so naturally, whether he was stressed about editing a video, or a future livestream. But this? Dream couldn't figure out what he did, and because he didn't know what it was, he couldn't fix it.
Not even paying attention to whatever movie they were watching, Dream ran through everything he did that day that could've upset George. The accidental brush of hands during breakfast (he never seemed bothered by this before), the "I love you's" (these were completely platonic to George, but he still imagined that they weren't every time), the hoodie.
God, the hoodie. It confused him to no end. When he had woken George up (painfully so, he had looked so happy and peaceful) and saw the hoodie he had been wearing earlier that day, he had almost exposed himself right then and there. In reality, he should've just let him take it off. Should've pushed his feelings to the side, no matter how adorable George had looked standing there, absolutely drowning in the green fabric. But Dream was weak, and instead of making the smart decision, he had given it to him. Permanently.

"Dream, are you okay? You've been staring at the wall for a while." George asked, fiddling with the cuffs of Dream's hoodie.

Shit. Dream had been staring at George, not the wall. He was pretty sure that he knew that too, by the nervousness in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired and zoned out a bit." George seemed satisfied at that answer. But Sapnap? He was more openly frustrated than he'd ever been.

George yawned. "I'm going to head to bed, goodnight guys."

"Goodnight George." Dream whispered as he watched him head into his bedroom. As soon as the door was closed, Sapnap turned to him.

"Can you guys stop beating around the bush and fuck already?"

"Fuck you." Dream looked everywhere but him. "He's my best friend, Sapnap. That hasn't ever changed, it sure as hell won't now."

"Your feelings for him did." he said it with so much finality, that Dream saw no point in lying to him. He already knew anyway, Sapnap had always been able to read him like a book.

"Whatever I feel for him doesn't matter, because it won't change anything." Now that he started, Dream didn't know if he'd be able to stop. He had felt so much for George for so long, and hadn't told anyone about it. There were so many feelings of insecurity and hopelessness inside of him, because no matter how hard he wished, George could never love Dream.

"He's not mine, and he won't ever be. He's fucking straight. You've heard him say it a million times." Sapnap pulled him into a hug, rubbing circles into his shoulders.

If Dream told him, it would ruin everything. He'd lose those late night calls, spending every waking hour with him, the not so accidental touches, he'd lose George.

Sapnap pulled away to look at him, interrupting his spiralling before it could start. "Dream, how many of those times were you two on stream? All of them. At the very least you should tell him that you're not fully straight. Then you'd finally make some progress."

Dream started at his hands, trying to remember a time George had said it to him privately. He racked his mind desperately, because if he could find even a single one, then he wouldn't have to do anything. If he told him anything at all, it would only be fair to George to tell him everything. No matter how hard Dream tried, he couldn't find one. He had never said anything about it off stream. It had always been a text to speech donation asking him, the chat unrelentlessly begging him to answer it.

Noticing his silence, Sapnap groaned. "Dude, I used to think that this was cute, watching you two pining for each other. But both of you being that depressing after dinner? It's getting serious, and I can tell that you're going to explode soon. I'd rather your confession be on your own terms."