box of pencils
dream x george | ao3 - 5,785 words dear sarah | awfultune
“but i spend too much of my time, wishing that he was online.”
dream and george were schoolmates from elementary to high school, they seemingly and unknowingly drift apart after a few unlabeled dates and an adorable storybook about a blob and a mushroom. the blond is left alone — reflecting on their experiences with the sweet boy he has fallen for ever since they were in elementary school.
“hush, i’m gay and i found you to be very nice and very pretty. remember that one time you gave me your pencil because i forgot mine? i was whipped after that. i remember the type of pencil too, it was strawberry scented with cows and bees printed along the covering.”
“you’re easy to draw in, so, if i find myself liking you, should i just give you a box of pencils, then?”
“you don’t have to, a kiss will suffice, pretty boy.”
or, a cliché chat fic, with more to it than meets the eye.
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