It Will not be based on the song, just has it incorporated. I feel that his song was a personal story and I don't want to use it to base a DNF oneshot on. If you get what I mean. This will use the fact that Dream is a music artist and now has a new single out.

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Dream POV

Me: What do you think?

He still hadn't responded. He hadn't even been online, nothing. Everyone else had been congratulating me and telling me how amazing it was. Except for George. To me, his opinion mattered the most to me. But no tweet? Text? Nothing? I wanted George's approval more than anything, we had always told each other what we thought about one another. Now my first ever song was released and he hadn't said a word to me about it. Hell, he hadn't said a word to me in general. Was he angry with me? Had I done something?

George could tell me he hated the song and it would make me happy that he just listened to it.

Me: George please respond. Did I do something wrong? You haven't talked to me at all.

Finally, I saw the bubbles, indicating that he was typing back.

Gogy: You didn't do anything wrong, I've just been sleeping. The song is great, Dream :]

That was a believable excuse. But something seemed off about his text. It didn't seem like George. Even with his usual smiley face and his believable excuse. It seemed forced, fake. Like he was hiding something.

Me: Are you sure? George, you can always talk to me. Forget about the song, I don't care about that are you okay?

He took a moment to respond. The bubbles moving in an orderly pattern but he only responded with a small text despite his time typing.

Gogy: I'm ok :)

He thought using emoticons would help his case. Honestly, it just made me more worried about him. He was acting too forced.

I stuck out my bottom lip, unpleased with his bland response. We left the conversation at that and didn't talk for days afterward.

"Hey Sap," He answered finally after three other missed calls from me. He was in Texas for the weekend checking on his family, leaving just me and Patches alone in the house. Patches were much more disappointed with his absence than I was, but of course, I was getting bored without him too.

"What's up?" I could hear his family chattering in the background.

"Oh crap, am I interrupting?" I asked playing with my hoodie strings absentmindedly. His response was immediate.

"Naw, Im in the living room with my sisters playing Xbox. I'm just waiting for my sister to use up her last life so I can have my turn. She's gotten way better since I've been gone. It's been like thirty minutes."

"Its because I had the xbox to myself finally." I heard her muffled voice respond. Sapnap let out a laugh and I could hear him shuffling, then a door closing. He was alone in his room.

"What's up?" He asked. I went straight for the point.

"Has George talked with you lately?" Sapnap seemed confused by my question.

"Yeah, of course. We were on a call during my whole ride. Why? Has he not talked to you?" I was silent fro a moment.

"Not real talking. He just isn't acting like himself. He just isn't talking to me like he usually is, he is barely talking to me except for video information." Sapnap laughed, just a little, but I was still taken aback.

"Has he told you anything about what he thinks of your song, yet?"

"No. Thats actually when he stopped talking to me, when it was released. He didn't say anything that seemed real,"

"Well..." I could hear Sapnap's smile. "Look he likes it. He probably just feels weird telling you that. You know how awkward George is."

"How do you know he likes it?" I wanted to know. I needed to know what George thinks.

"During the whole call he had the damn thing on repeat in the background. Honestly, not even kidding." My body shivered. I was so giddy but I couldn't let his get to my head. "He was so open to me about liking it, I don't get why he wouldn't tell you-" Sapnap stopped. As if something had dawned on him. He spoke carefully, like he would reveal something he wasn't supposed to if he didn't.

"Just talk to George again okay? Let him explain." He hung up. Leaving me alone standing in my room alone. Patches mewing at me from my bed. But I didn't waste anymore time, I immediately opened Discord.

Me: George, can you talk to me? I know that I am probably making this a bigger deal than it is and I'm sorry. But you're worrying me.

He typed back faster than I thought he would.

Gogy: I'm really okay, Dream. What is this about?

Me: Idk... I just thought maybe that you would be really happy for me. But you've barely talked to me, and what you think matters a lot to me.

Gogy: Dream... I really loved the song. I did. But it kinda scares me how much I like it. Having your thoughts and your words ringing in my ear. I like it more than I should

Me: George. You mean that?

Gogy: I do. But Dream, you have no clue how terrifying this is. I cant stop listening. You never cease to amaze me. Dream, I love it. So much. Just as much as I love you.

Me: George

All of the air left my lungs. Had he meant that? I called him not wasting a minute. He answered after a few rings.

"George." I smiled.

"Dream." He confirmed. he sounded out of breath like I was. I couldn't find the air I needed but I didn't care. Because right now it seemed like he was all that mattered.

"You told Sapnap you liked me didn't you." His breath hitched. I loved the little groan that followed after it. Like he was embarrassed and annoyed.

"I did. I think I've liked you for a while and that song. Your talent just really set me over the edge." George choked back a cry like he was sobbing. "I'm so sorry Dream. I tried to push them down but-" I couldn't stop the way my breath was happy and how my face had heat up at the thought of George liking me. Of him playing my song at night while he slept. Just so he could have a little ounce of me at his disposal.

"I've written songs about you." I blurted out. George stopped, his breaths becoming calm.

"What?" I hesitated but spoke slowly.

"I've written songs and poems about you. A few. I could never actually post them, because then everyone would've known. You would've known."

"Really?" I could hear his grin.

"Yeah."

"Can I... Maybe hear one?" I stopped, staring at my wall.

"Well..." I gulped. "It's simple and not really much to it yet. Only the melody is concrete, the lyrics need some more work."

"I don't care. I want to hear one. Just one. A poem? Please?"

"Okay fine." I dug into my bedside drawer and pulled out a notebook. Flipping until I found the first poem I wrote about him.

"Brown hair,
Pale doughy skin.
His laugh can change the world.
Voice patient, like calm crashing waves
I fight

My Heart,
I give to him.
Ache when I see his eyes,
Heart pounds when I hear his sweet voice.
I cave.

Everything.
He is perfect.
My world is him alone
World fades when I see his smile.
I love."

"You wrote me a cinquain?" George asks, sounding astounded. I laugh.

"I did. I never thought I would be able to read it to you. Talking about how I fell in love with you."

"I'm sorry that I don't have a poem to read you about how I fell in love with you. I guess there's too much to put into three stanzas anyway."

"You love me?" I had a frog in my throat.

"I do. I love you Dream. You're talented, beautiful, and smart. You're you. I love you. No matter how scary that thought is."

"I love you George."