Based on a Prompt I found: /blogs/writing-success/writing-prompts-60-ideas-you-can-use-today

Outside the window, you see something you can't believe.

George POV

I had arrived late last night when I got off the plane in Orlando Florida. The night weather was warm and humid and I loved it. If I was able, I would stay here for the rest of my life. I don't know if I should though. Just the idea of being here with him for a month was killing me, it was making me want to do things that I wouldn't do. Things that our distance from one another had kept me from. Being miles and miles apart I never had to worry about impulsively smashing my lips against his. Now I had to keep myself from doing it every time he made my heart soar. Every time I saw him.

Fuck.

This was going to be difficult.

Don't get me wrong. I love it here in Florida where every day I get to see my best friend. But the temptations were getting the best of me. Every day I was inching closer and closer to taking him away and having him for my self. I shivered. Dream had me acting like I was in withdrawals, despite him sitting in the car next to me. His voice low and husk as he sang along to the words of the song. His voice rising and falling with the tune. I had never heard him sing seriously before; I wish I never had. Those unholy temptations were kicking in again. I gulped, hopefully, he was too entranced in his music to notice.

I don't mean unholy as in God will strike me dead here and now in this car for looking at a boy like that. No, I'm perfectly fine with being gay. What bothers me is the fact that I'm thinking like that about my best friend. The one person I promised myself to never feel like that for again. I thought maybe I would get over it, that it was just the exhilaration of fantasizing about finally meeting my friend of how many years. That was it. I just liked imagining the meet-up with my best friend. Over and over. Okay, it definitely meant more than that, I just didnt know it at the time. I loved him. I love him, and I have absolutely no clue as to how the hell I am supposed to deal with that.

Especially when I know that he only sees me as a best friend.

I should be lucky that I have him as that much. I shouldn't want more than that, it's selfish to want more. I sighed and closed my eyes, letting his voice flow into my ears and take control. His voice was mesmerizing, I couldn't help it.

"George," I snapped out of it when I heard my name. I hadn't even noticed the car stop or the fact that the music had paused. I was too lost in thought to even notice the first few times he had tried to get my attention.

"Yeah?"

"You ready?" I was lost.

"For what?" I knitted my brows and he chuckled. Dream shook his head.

"Oh my God George." He grabbed his phone and pulled out the aux cord from it. Then he unbuckled and got out, still not answering my question. I unbuckled my seat and looked out the window.

"What are we doing again?" Dream looked worried, his brows furrowed cautiously.

"Were you really that out of it?" I bit my lip as he watched me. His eyes lingering my lips but then they snapped back up and met my gaze again.

"Apparently, yeah."

"We're meeting Amari," I tensed, I had heard so much about her when we were out of streams. Dream spoke the world of her, and I had no clue if they were dating. I hoped not, but at the same time, I did. I knew that Dream wasn't gay, and I didn't deserve him anyway. But I did know: Dream deserved to be happy. I knew that Amari was his real best friend. I was okay with that. Before we had been miles and miles apart, when he needed a hug or a shoulder to lean on he couldn't come to me. Instead, he turned to her. Honestly, I was happy he had someone to turn to.

"Right, Amari." I walked alongside him as we entered the restaurant.Amari was gorgeous of course but so was Dream. I was completely shocked when I had seen him for the first time. Dream hadn't mentioned his lean yet muscular build and his sharp jawline. Or how his freckles looked like star constellations. The two were meant to be friends. They were a match made in heaven.

They looked like the perfect couple. She had prominent sea blue eyes and dark freckles on her brown skin. How could I compete with that? When she was gorgeous and I was...

A man.

A pathetic, useless, love-struck man.

And my best friend was straight. These two people looked absolutely gorgeous and I was sitting here in sneakers and had a white t-shirt. My jeans were cuffed but wrinkled from the trip. I was so out of place.

And I thought that maybe something could happen.

Maybe I've been reading too much fanfiction.

Probably. I enjoyed fantasizing.

"George! I have heard so much about you!" She took my hand in hers and hugged me. Something light and bubbly in my stomach when I processed what she had said.

"Does he now?" I nudged him with my elbow. "What can I say? He's entranced." She giggled, I was of course kidding. Dream? Entranced by me? Please.

"I'm aware, do you know how hard it is to pry him away from that computer desk when it comes to you?" Dream sent her a look. One that screamed: "I haven't told him yet!"

He was dating her.

I was broken.

But I was so happy for him.

"Okay!" She clapped her hands together. "Food?" I nodded and we all ordered our food. Sitting in a booth, Dream sat next to me but she sat across from him. God, I wanted to cry. My throat burned and tears threatened my eyes.

Lunch went by fast and soon enough Amari had to leave.

"I'll walk you out?" I wouldn't look as they said their goodbyes. But my eyes did catch just the end. His lips lingering on hers before she walked toward her car. The way he shoved his hands in his pockets with a happy sigh. He turned around and his gaze met mine.

I wonder if he could see my tears from here.

I knew that he could see my smile though. So I smiled. Wide and bright. Showing that I would be happy for him no matter what. But by his knitted brow I knew he could see through me and for once I didn't mind.