tw// angst

“Hey, come on hurry,” George tells Dream, as he lifts Dream’s arm up to support and carry him.

“Come on George I’m already exhausted... can’t we just settle the picnic here?” Dream complains, trying to catch his breath,

“Why do we even need to go on top of the hill? We can just set it here,” Dream whines again.

“Stop being a baby and hurry. We’re so close and the sun is setting,” George replies back, making their pace a little faster.

As they got to the top, there was a great view of the countryside. You could see the sun was setting behind the mountains, bird chirping as they both stare in awe.

“Woah,” They both said in unison, setting their picnics up.

“Why are you doing all of this? We could’ve just ate down the block and not have to drive 3 hours away,” Dream asks George, picking up a grape from the container they brought.

“Just wanted to be nice,” George looks at him and grins.

Dream scoffs, throwing a grape at George’s way, “for once,” rolling his eyes.

George just giggles back, laying down to get comfortable.

“Just wanted to hang out, talk and spend some time,” George says, poking Dream annoyingly.

“Acrually, tell me something I didn’t know... that’d be fun,” He turns and looks at Dream.

But the look on Dream’s face was a scowl, more of a disappointment.

He was hesitant, letting a deep sigh, shaking and getting cold due to nervousness.

“I’m dying,” Dream looks down.

“Tell me something I didn’t know,” George says again, tearing up.

y’all this is just my 6 AM sleep deprived tweeting. i’ll most likely wake up and realize wtf my dumbass did and delete it