Part 5

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPT (OD)

Dream was still waiting for George to finish getting dressed. It was now a few weeks later and it was four days until Christmas. George wanted Dream to come to his friend Wilbur's house. George usually spent his Christmas with Wil, they were childhood best friends and George was really excited for Wilbur and Dream to meet.

George felt as if Wilbur was the only person that would understand him growing up. He would always sneak out to comfort George if he needed it and George felt the only way to repay him is to spend Christmas with him every year. They were very close and Dream could tell that by the way George spoke about him.

Dream was still uncertain about George's feelings, he didn't want to confess and find out George had no feelings in return. But he was so happy, he smiled at the thought of George. He wished the George could be his, he fantasised their relationship. He was so in love with George. It felt like George was that type of love that only comes once in a lifetime, he didn't want to waste his chances. He decided that he would confess on Christmas. George's favourite holiday.

George came out wearing a coat and jeans, Dream smiled at him before they headed off to Wil's house.

They arrived at the door and George knocked signalling his arrival. Wilbur opened the door and greeted his friend with a huge hug. He proceeded to greet Dream and hug him too. Dream was a little shocked he didn't expect to be hugged but he hugged back anyway. They all went inside and Wilbur showed them to the huge tree in his living room. George stared in awe. The lights were impressive so was Wilbur's neat decorating, George sat on the cream sofa and gestured to the seat beside him indicating he wanted Dream to sit down.

Wilbur retrieved the snacks from the kitchen and offered them to his guests, Dream took a cute looking cupcake with green and blue frosting, it reminded him of him and his friend George. His favourite colour was green and George's was blue.

A bit later Wilbur showed them to the guest bedroom. It was a reasonably decent sized room with old floral wallpaper (Reference 😱), cream curtains and a cute double bed. "You'll both be staying here is that alright?" Wilbur asked. Dream nodded. "Alright any problems just give me a shout, I'm gonna go stream for a bit." He said before leaving the room. George turned to Dream and fell into his arms. "I have a question." George said.

"Hm?"

"About what happened a few weeks ago, friends... friends kiss right?" George asked.

Dream didn't like this question, it felt like George was friend-zoning him. It made him angry because he knew George didn't like him.Dream didn't see George as a friend, this was hurting him he began to tear up.

"Dream?" George looked up. "Hey, Dream Listen im sorry i didn't mean to make you feel bad."

"Oh? What no! It's just hay fever. I'm fine!" Dream managed to say before almost crying.

"Oh, if that's what you say." George responded. "Well I'm gonna have a nap." Dream swooped George up and carried him to bed. He tucked George in and kissed him on the forehead.

Dream wanted to clear his head so he went on a walk to the park. It had been a while since he had done so and he liked just looking at the beautiful scenery. He walked calmly through the winter wonderland of trees. He came across a bench and sat down.

The bench had snow on it which was no problem at all he just wiped it away. upon doing so, it revealed a heart with the letters G+C on it. Dreams heart skipped a beat, it was like this bench was telling him to open his eyes and realised that George likes him. But the problem was George didn't show any clear signs of emotion. He had emotion but didn't express it. He was either too shy or genuinely felt uncomfortable showing how he felt. Dream understood either way, it didn't matter. As long as George was happy, as long as George was safe, he didn't mind.

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George woke up after his hour nap and left the room to go and talk to Wilbur.

"I see you've finally woken up, George." Wilbur chirped.

"Oh, hi Wil." George grumbled.

Wilbur was humming along to some of his YCGMA album "What's wrong?"

"Well... you see, I need to know something Wil."

Puzzled but eager to help Wilbur responded "And what's that, George?"

"Do friends... do they..." George's voice gets quieter and shaky. "....kiss?"

"George? What happened? Who did you kiss?" Wil wanted a million answers, he just didn't believe it. He's known George for years but he didn't know George was bold enough to kiss someone.

"I don't know." His voice was more shaky and shallow. Tears formed in his eyes.

"...which question are you answering?" Wilbur askes hesitantly.

"I don't know.. I don't know... I DONT KNOW!" George cracks and the tears roll down his face. He gasps for air and Wilbur throws his arms around him. George sobs buckets. The tears were like acid burning his skin each drop was an ounce of regret and rage. It had been bottled up for so long and George was finally breaking down.

The front door opens and Dream enters taking his shoes of. "I'm ba-" Dreams announcement was soon cut of when he heard crying in the other room. He dashed for the entrance to the kitchen and is greeted to George sobbing his heart out over Wilbur's shoulder.

"Oh god, George?! WHATS WRONG?" Dream asked.

Wilbur looked at dream "Dream. Come outside please I want to chat."

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"Did you kiss George?" Wil asked.

"I-" Dream blushed. "Yes, why?"

"I knew it."

"I'm sorry? I'm a bit confused." Dream stutters

"Get out. And don't speak to George again." Wil's demons almost got the better of him. But he didn't want George to go through more stress then he already has.

Dream knew that he couldn't argue back. He gave Wilbur a sad look and shamefully left without saying anything. Wilbur didn't even see Dream out, he just turned and went back to the kitchen.

Wilbur wasn't ready for the horrors he was about to see. He opened the door, George was on the floor lifeless, still, cold. Wilbur gasped and reached for his phone from his pocket, checking George's pulse at the same time. A shadow of fear flushed over him as the phone dialled. George's pulse was working but slowing down, that's when Wil noticed the paracetamol box in his hand. The caller picked up and Wilbur asked for an ambulance and explained that George had over dosed on paracetamol.

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The drive felt long, as dream approached the hotel his phone began to ring

"Wilbur?"

"Look Dream I've made a huge mistake! George is in the hospital and he's not ok!"

"WHAT."

"Listen I don't want you to be mad at me please just come to the hospital I want George to see you." Wil said frantically.

"WHAT HAPPENED WHY IS HE IN HOSPITAL?"

"Dream, I'll answer everything as soon as you get here but for now please just come and see George I'm begging you!" Wilbur's eyes formed tears.

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George finally woke up. Dream was leaning over him with tears in his eyes. George felt regret and shame as he came to the realisation it didn't work. Dreams eyes widened as George's eyes met his.

"Dream, I-" Dreams hushed George and gave him a hug. The doctor came in and gestured Dream to the hospitals cafe.

"You may be having stomach pains, I'd imagine you didn't intend for that to happen. I mean over dosing on 14 tablets isn't much of an accident!" The doctor said sarcastically.

"What's that supposed to mean?" George sneered.

"I'm just saying, patients with real problems are more important wouldn't you think? I mean it's pretty selfish trying to kill yourself when there's about 120 other patients who has real issues. People like you like to waste everyone's time because you want to make it about you." The doctor hissed.

"I wish it fucking worked."

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"THE DOCTOR SAID WHAT?" Dream was red with anger. Why would a doctor say that, he didn't know who he was messing with.

"Just fucking calm down, it's not a big deal!" George insisted it was ok.

Dream sighed. "George I'm only looking out for you because I care, what that doctor said was completely fucked."

Dream escorted George to Wilbur's car and got in with him. "I'm not a taxi service yknow!" Wilbur joked trying to break the ice. George just stared outside the window in boredom. He watched the scenery pass by as the noises of London crowded the atmosphere. Cars, buses, trams, people. London was buzzing and awake but despite George's efforts to block the noise out he couldn't focus. The bright lights, loud noises and thick air reminded him of last Christmas. He hated it. Despised it even. It made him so sad, the holiday his loved most was tormenting him from the events of last year. George has tried to look forwards but he's only gone backwards trying to make any progress.

The drive was quicker then George thought, the engine stopped and the car was put into park. He broke his daydream and got out of the car. Dream noticed George was in some sort of daze and made an attempt to ask what was wrong.

"Nothing." George lied, smiling to hide the truth.

"George, I know when you're lying." Dream giggled slightly and poked George teasingly. George prodded him back and they both erupted into laughter while poking and prodding each other.

Later on they all sat down for dinner and watched Christmas movies together. George and Dream were huddled up next to each other under a blanket. At one point a sentimental scene played and dream and George looked at each other smiling sweetly. Dream at this point couldn't deny the passionate yearn his heart had for George, every sweet moment in a movie dream would romantasize the thought of having George in his arms as they fall asleep together. Eventually the movie ended and dream was too tired to stay up and he made his way to bed. Shortly followed by Wil.

George was all alone in Wilbur's living room, he looked to the right to see his Christmas tree, a warm fuzzy feeling swarmed him as he thought about what he'd asked Santa for Christmas. The tree glistened but not like before, it was more delicate, more gentle. The lights perfectly timed to the beat of George's heart it was perfectly synchronised to the symphony of his pulse not missing a single beat. The baubles glowed much like George did and had a buzzing cheerful spirit. The tinsel lines the tree with care and love much like how dream treated George. And the star, it symbolised the end goal, George's Christmas wish to Santa. This wasn't any old tree, this was George's tree, the tree that was going to bring good luck and fortune.

I single tear of relief traveled down his face of bliss he whispered gently to himself, "my Christmas tree."