TW: Mentions of vomit.

"See? Adorable."

George POV

I wake up with the events of last night still flowing through my head at a rapid pace. If I hadn't looked down, I'm sure the rapid thoughts would have continued.

I get up and look at the small mirror in the bathroom to see myself in the same clothing I wore when I went to Wilbur's party, probably only a little less than a week ago at this point. Still in the same baby blue hoodie, blue jeans, and white socks. The converse I had taken of ages ago and put by the foot of my bed.

I guess in all the stress I've been under and the recent events, I had completely forgotten about being in the same damn clothes this whole time. Not to mention I haven't taken a shower in far too long at this point.

Should I ask Dream if I can take a shower and borrow some clothes? Surely he would let me, right?

But then I'd also have to deal with the embarrassment of asking and probably wearing Dream's oversized clothes...

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to deal with it.

I continued to look into the mirror until I heard Dream's footstep coming from down the hallway. I walk back to the bed and set down on it as I begin to contemplate how I'm going to bring this up.

The door opens to reveal Dream standing there and I immediately notice the eye bags and slouched posture.

"What happened to you?" I immediately ask.

"Doesn't matter, c'mon." He gestures for me to follow behind him and I immediately jump to my feet to do so.

As he leads me upstairs it feels almost like a routine already where I would turn away while he punched in the codes to the doors. And just the thought of this 'new life' being some sort of routine made me feel sick to my stomach. It took everything in me to push down the urge to either break down or hurl onto the floor.

As we walked up the stairs Dream seemed to sense my unease and turned to me.

"Are you alright." He asks with a concerned look on his face. Probably because I look like I'm about to throw up.

"Y-yeah I'm fine..."

Maybe now would be a good time to ask...?

"H-hey, I was wondering... Uhm could I possibly take a shower and get out of these clothes?" I asked, suddenly terrified for the answer and Dream's reaction.

"Oh shit, yeah sure." Dream immediately says before continuing to lead me upstairs.

I let out a silent sigh of relief once the sentence left Dream's lips.

Once we made it up the stairs Dream lead me down the hallway and that's when I noticed his left hand. Or more specifically his grossly bruised knuckles. I didn't know whether to be disgusted by the sight or snicker at the fact that if he had just let me put a cast on it, it would be healing a lot better.

Dream quickly lead me to the first door on the right which he opened to reveal a nicely kept bathroom with a large shower.

"I'll go get you some clothes in just a second. In the meantime you can mess with the water temperature." Dream said and quickly left me alone in the bathroom.

The moment he left I felt oddly uncomfortable alone in the small room. I couldn't tell if it was just because this is the first time that I've been alone without Dream upstairs. Or because despite the bathroom being nicely kept, and with a big shower, the actual walking space was very tight.

But it's likely a mixture of the two.

Once I turned on the shower I started adjusting the temperature until it was perfect for my liking.

The moment I was finished with that Dream came back inside with a set of clothes for me.

"Hopefully they'll fit. Uhm, don't lock the door and uh- holler if you need me." He handed me a blue T-shirt, some boxers, and some sweatpants before leaving with an awkward wave.

I awkwardly stood there for a moment before setting the clothes down on the toilet seat, stripping and getting in the shower.

The moment I stepped into the warm stream of the shower, relief washed over me and I let out a quiet sigh as I closed my eyes with my back to the shower head.

Despite it only really being a few days, I had nearly forgotten what a nice shower felt like.

And to think of how many times I took a shower like this for granted before now.

I felt my muscles slowly relax and the stress begin to fade away as I began to focus on only the nice feeling of the warm water running down my back.

I began to clean myself as I allowed my mind to wander.

I wonder how Wilburs doing...

Hopefully he's doing well.

Maybe he's looking for me?

Surely they've all realized I'm missing by now, if not by me not answering calls or texts, then me not coming to work.

If I don't get out soon they'll find me right...?

I'm sure the police have their methods. Maybe they could track my phone, or maybe there were cameras in the alleyway. Or maybe someone even saw the license plate to the van.

There has to be something, so maybe I won't even have to worry about getting out myself. Maybe I'll get just a little bit lucky and the police will eventually find me themself.

I hope they find me soon if that's the case. I don't know how much longer I can be locked up in this little cabin.

I'm one of those people who needs to get out, have things constantly changing in their life. This... This is all the same. I mean sure there's been a little bit of change but not enough.

I know how this will go. First it'll feel like a routine, which it's already starting to. Then it will feel repetitive. Then I'll start realizing just how trapped I really am. After that I'll start feeling sad all the time with nothing to do but the same old same old.

And I'm not ready for all that.

Caught up in my thoughts I fail to notice a tear rolling down my cheek.

With a shake of my head I shake my thoughts away and finish cleaning myself and I turn off the water, immediately missing the warmth of the water.

I dry my hair quickly and change into the (surprise surprise) oversized clothes that Dream gave me.

In fact they were so oversized that the shirt went just past my mid thigh, the boxers fit alright, but just barely so I was worried that they would start falling down at any moment and the sweat pants were worst of all. They were so big that every time I lifted up my foot and I stepped back down, I stepped on more of the pants than flooring. And the waste line had an incredible amount of excess string when I tied them.

I almost considered yelling at Dream to get me some different clothes. Unfortunately the logical side of me decided that he probably wouldn't have any smaller clothes so I would just have to make do.

I messed with my hair a bit before stepping outside of the fading warmth of the bathroom.

I stepped out of the hallway and into the living room to see Dream's eyes fixed on his phone snap towards me in an instant.

I immediately felt self conscious and looked down to avoid his gaze.

"These clothes are literally ginormous on me." I mumbled with a hint of annoyance in my voice.

I watch Dream stifle his laughter and try to hide his smile.

I looked up and scoffed. "It's not funny, you're the one who gave me these clothes." I crossed my arms and with that Dream burst into a fit of wheezes and laughter.

I rolled my eyes and sat next on the couch at the edge as to be as far away from him as possible, which was a bit more difficult considering he's sitting in the middle of the couch instead of the edge like last time.

"Oh come on now, you look adorable." Dream says when he finally calms down.

An instant blush makes it to my face and I'm quick to turn my head away so Dream doesn't see it.

Why am I even blushing?

"I do not." I said with a small smile making it's way to my face that I desperately try to keep down.

"You are though! I mean, maybe I won't even give you your old clothes back once they're done in the wash that way you can just wear mine all the time." Dream says causing me to blush even more.

"Shut up." I groan as I hide my face in my hands despite knowing Dream probably already knows that I'm blushing.

I hear the blond chuckle to the right of me- wait- but I sat to the right of him so shouldn't he be to the left of me?

I feel a faint amount of his breath on me and I realize that he's right in front of me.

I feel two hands wrap around my wrists. One grip is fainter than the other, probably due to his damaged knuckles, and it isn't long before I feel both of my hands being pulled down and away from my face.

In a panic of not knowing what to do I allow him to remove my hands to reveal my still blushing face.

I see him kneeling in front of me so our faces are near the same level and he's staring into my eyes, not my flustered red face, just into my brown eyes.

His hand moves up to move a bit of my damp hair away from my forehead. Before he lets out a breath and smiles.

"See? Adorable."

We stay frozen in place for a few seconds and in those seconds my eyes unwillingly flicker to his lips and I freeze knowing he saw that.

In a desperate attempt to prevent anymore embarrassing moments I speak up.

"All I see is an idiot who wouldn't let me put a cast on his fractured hand." I giggle and flick his forehead and he returns the gesture with a small laugh as he gets up and walks away. As he's walking away towards the kitchen I can't help but notice the slight saddened, and almost hurt expression on his face.

I start feeling a bit guilty and I look down at my lap.

"Anything in particular you want for breakfast?" Dream asks in a completely different voice than before.

"A-anything's fine..." My voice comes out smaller than I meant with the guilt I'm feeling lacing it if you listen close enough.

Before I know it, without the TV I'm just zoning out.

Dream POV

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.

I cannot fucking believe I just fucking did that. I mean what was I even thinking? I literally kidnapped him. I can't be falling in love. Not with a victim, not after what happened to the last person I let myself get attached to.

Allie... I often wonder what would have happened if I were just a few seconds earlier.

But oh well, it's no good spending too much time in the worlds of 'what if's'.

Back to the current topic.

George is probably disgusted by me now.

Not that he already wasn't considering what I do for a living, but he's probably weirded out now.

God fucking dammit.

He probably has never thought of me once how I think of him.

I make George and I a quick bowel of cereal and hand it to him while he stares off into space.

I sit down on the other side of the couch while we sit in silence as we eat breakfast.

Not feeling like going on my phone but knowing we've probably spent more than enough time watching TV from yesterday, I decide to strike up conversation despite my instincts telling me not to due to our previous interactions.

"So uh... If you don't mind me asking,..."

Fuck fuck fuck. What should I even ask? I DIDN'T THINK THIS FAR INTO IT.

"What's your favorite color?" I ask and immediately mentally facepalm.

George's head turns to me with a questioning look on his face before he slowly begins to answer. "Uh... Blue... What's yours?" He asks hesitantly.

"Green. Lime green more specifically." I answer. "It reminds me of the green apple tree that I've been growing since I was little." I add.

"Do you still have it?" He asks.

"Yeah, when I moved from my childhood house I spent a ton of money digging it up and moving it here. It's in the back yard." I answer.

George looks at me for a moment. "Was that sarcasm or...?"

I wheeze at the question though it was genuine.

"No, I can show you sometime if you'd like." I offer.

He nods with a small smile and we continue onward into conversation about our childhood lives.

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