FULL TITLE: (1) A Wedding Is A Wonderful Place To Hook Up. Except For When You're the Groom

^^Signs that Indicate I have been on Ao3 too much lately. The titles are progressing and growing.^^

(couldn't fit it in the full title :/ )

George POV

"He's a family friend. The least you could do is go there, George." I rolled my eyes, putting my mother on speaker as I fed Cat.

"Why? I hardly know him, Mum."

"I know. But he invited our family." I groaned.

"Mum. I highly doubt he even cares if we actually show up. He probably just invited us because of his parents. But if you really want me to go, I will."

"Thank you, George. I wouldn't make you go it's just..."

"I wouldn't make you go alone. it's only been a few months since Dad..." Died. He died. But sometimes the words felt rotten leaving my mouth, even now.

"Thank you, Georgie." I smiled.

"Who's wedding is it anyway?" I asked giving Cat a scratch behind his ears.

"The Taken's son, Dream. You used to have playdates together all the time before you got older." The name felt so familiar. But it was probably nothing. "I think you guys were around fourteen when you stopped hanging out." I froze.

"Fourteen? Wait..." She hummed waiting for me to continue.

"Yeah." My face grew red. Dream. It was all coming back now. It felt like so long ago but I remembered every detail from that day.

"George..." He called out. We were nine rounds into ultimate Hide N Seek. I was hiding behind the his bed. Nearly midnight, his parents were gone. Probably hanging out with my own. Dinner? Drinks maybe?

I sniggered behind my hand. Muffling the laughs escaping my lips. If he found me in the span of five minutes he won the overall game. Making me have to pay up fifty dollars from my savings. Currently, it was 4-4.

"Georgeeee..." He said quietly, I glanced at my watch. He had thirty seconds until the timer went off.

Just when the timer went off I jumped up from behind his bed and tackled him to the ground. The two of us in a laughing fit.

"I win!" I yelled getting off of him and doing happy dances around his room. I could feel his eyes on me as I did so. It wasn't until I had felt his lips on mine that I knew why he was watching me.

I ignored him after that. Petrified of how he made me feel.

I winced. We were so close and that damn kiss ruined it all. It's not that I didn't like the kiss. I did. I had been crushing on him for months before that. But I just couldn't believe that he had actually wanted to kiss me.

My first kiss was with my best friend who I dropped. I cringed. I couldn't go to this wedding. But I couldn't let Mum go alone either and I know she wouldn't miss it. She adored Dream. Honestly, I think she had always thought of him as her own. The two of us lived at each other's houses back in the day.

How could I have forgotten? Dream...

Dream makes me feel so giddy. He had and has the ability to completely fog my judgment. Like the one time we had caught up in the grocery store. When we left I realized I only walked out with a magazine and nothing that I had written on my list.

I'm still not sure if I paid for that magazine either.

Damn. Now I definitely had to go. I couldn't not watch my former friend get married.

When I walked into the venue I wasn't expecting it to be so beautiful. Shades of green and yellows. They both looked the same to me, but I could notice the smallest difference between the two. The two colors were probably the pair's favorites. I knew green was Dreams, but who the other's belonged to I wasn't sure.

I took a seat and waited. Soon seeing the blond man walk out onto the alter and fold his hands. A man standing next to him whispering him jokes that made Dream giggle.

He locked eyes with me and I smiled. He slowly smiled back and the other man eyed me carefully. He looked familiar, pretty sure he had been in the year below us in high school.

Sapnap was his name?

I sat there, watching the boy that I've been crazy about for years marry a beautiful woman.

I watched as he dazed out and caught my eyes every chance he got.

I watched as he married a woman who looked so happy. The exact opposite from dream.

I watched as he kissed his wife with a passion I had only ever seen in him once before.

"Dream? What are you doing here?"

"I..." He looked at me and bit his lip. We were only about twenty-one at that time. About a year ago.

"Have you been drinking?" He shook his head.

"Just thinking. That's all. I... Happy Birthday." He gave me a bundle of flowers. I still have a few of them pressed in our favorite books even today.

"I... Thank you Dream." I waved him to follow me fully inside.

"I can't. If I go in I'm going to do something stupid." I bit my lip slightly. He watched every mood I made. His eyes flicking from my eyes to my lips. Then sizing me up altogether.

"What's stopping you?" I asked. Looking into his eyes and not breaking eye contact.

"Fuck it." He smashed his lips against mine. Pushing me up against the wall and moaned out his name. His hands trailing over my body taking in every single inch of me. He was holding me like I was beautiful. When I was with him I felt beautiful.

"Is this okay?" He pulled back and searched my eyes. Looking back, I wonder how hungry they looked.

"All okay. No more asking permission tonight. I want you to use me and fucking wreck me." He searched my eyes again and when I gave him a nod he did exactly what I asked him to.

I knew that it was going to be too good to be true. I woke up to an empty bed the next morning. I knew that this would be a one-time thing and that I wouldn't ever get to hold him like that again.

The reception dinner was nice. The food was great and the dancing was nice. The only time it had gone downhill was when I went to the bathroom. Eyeing Dream as he hunched over the sink with the water running.

"Dream? Are you okay?"

"I can't do this." He was drunk. Fucking plastered.

"What? Dream you're just scared. It's your wedding day, you just have cold feet." I was so close to pulling him into a hug, but that would just be a bad plan. That would start something that shouldn't be started today. Or ever.

"No. You know I've never kissed Amanda like that? Ever?" I watched him as he threw water onto his face.

"Okay...?"

"Do you know why this time it was different?" I gulped. I didn't want to get my feelings hurt. I didn't want to know the answer but I listened to him anyway.

"Why?" He turned around and looked me dead in the eye.

"I imagined that it was you George." My eyes widened. "I imagined that it was you that I was up there promising myself to. That I was kissing you." He ran a sloppy hand through his hair.

"Dream... I... You... Can't. We can't."

"Why not, George?"

"Because you just got married! You know you love her!"

"But I love you too! I love you more George!"

"I can't. I can't let you make this mistake. You'll regret this in end! I'm not going to let you ruin your life for me!"

Dream kissed me. Biting my lip slowly as if saying goodbye. "I love you though. I hope you know that..." Dream whispered. I winced, failing to hide back tears.

"I love you too. Too much to let you do this."

"Thank you for everything." We were both crying now. His forehead rested on mine. "For the perfect first kiss. The best friend I could've asked for. For being you..."

I laughed. "Thank you."

I sat on the couch of Dream's house. Scrolling through my phone waiting for him to come home.

I heard the front door open and I smiled. Watching the figure walk into the living room from the entrance.

I scooped them into a big hug. Holding them tightly and planting tiny kisses on their forehead.

"Yay! Uncle George!"

Uncle George