Archive of Our Own

Dream sat at the back of the classroom, his gaze drifting from the algebra lesson that seemed to blur into a series of numbers and equations. His fingers absentmindedly tapped on the desk, a nervous habit he couldn't seem to shake. He glanced up, his eyes drawn to the doorway where students shuffled in and out between classes. It was in that moment that George walked in, and everything changed.

George wasn't just another new student. He was a presence—a shift in the gravitational pull of Dream's otherwise mundane high school existence. Confident, George carried himself with a certain grace that immediately caught everyone's attention. His dark hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, and his deep brown eyes seemed to survey the room with casual indifference. Dream couldn't help but notice how effortlessly George commanded the attention of everyone around him.

As the new transfer student from London, George had quickly become the talk of the school. Rumors swirled about his family's wealth and his past achievements back in England. Some said he was a prodigy in academics and sports, while others whispered about his effortless charm that seemed to captivate both girls and boys alike. But what intrigued Dream the most wasn't George's popularity or his mysterious background—it was the way George seemed to effortlessly navigate social circles without a care in the world.

Dream, on the other hand, was the opposite. He preferred solitude over the constant chatter of high school gossip. His blonde wavy hair and green eyes often drew attention, but not the kind that made him comfortable. He was known as the quiet loner who kept to himself, lost in his own world of music and introspection.

Despite his reserved nature, Dream couldn't deny the pull George had on him. There was something magnetic about the way George carried himself, something Dream couldn't quite articulate but felt deep in his gut. From the moment George stepped into their classroom, Dream found himself stealing glances, watching as George effortlessly interacted with classmates who Dream had only ever exchanged awkward nods with.

Dream knew it was futile to hope for anything more than admiration from afar. George was everything Dream wasn't—confident, popular, and seemingly unattainable. But that didn't stop Dream from secretly writing songs about George, pouring his unspoken feelings into lyrics and melodies that no one else would ever hear.

The days passed in a blur of ordinary routines—classes, lunch breaks spent alone, and stolen moments of watching George from a distance. Dream's heart raced every time their paths crossed, his mind replaying every fleeting interaction and imagined scenario where George might notice him too.

Little did Dream know, George had already taken notice—not in the way Dream hoped, but with a calculating curiosity that would soon unravel their lives in unexpected ways.

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Dream sat in his dorm room that evening, his guitar resting on his lap. His fingers plucked at the strings, creating a soft melody that filled the room with a soothing ambiance. Music was his escape, a way to channel his emotions into something beautiful. Tonight, his thoughts were consumed by George—the new transfer student who had quickly become the center of his world.

Dream had always been an observer, someone who watched life from the sidelines. He found solace in his solitude, crafting songs that told stories of unspoken feelings and dreams. George had ignited something within him, a spark that made him want to create even more. Every strum of his guitar strings was a note dedicated to George, every lyric a secret confession of his unrequited love.

"Hi, George, I made some songs that I really want you to listen to. Please listen to them if you have time," Dream whispered to himself, imagining the day he might have the courage to say those words out loud. He held a cute little neon green USB drive in his hand, filled with his most heartfelt compositions. The thought of George listening to his songs made his heart race with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Meanwhile, across the hall, George was settling into his new dorm room. He had already unpacked his belongings, carefully arranging his clothes and personal items. The room felt foreign, but George thrived on new experiences and challenges. He was used to being the center of attention, effortlessly charming those around him with his looks and charisma.

George's phone buzzed with a message from his mother, reminding him to call home. He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. His mind drifted to the boy next door—the one who had been eyeing him since he walked into the classroom. Dream was an enigma to George, a puzzle he couldn't quite figure out. There was something intriguing about the way Dream watched him, something that made George's curiosity grow.

The next day, Dream found himself standing outside George's dorm room, the USB drive clutched in his hand. His heart pounded in his chest as he knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. A few moments later, the door opened, and George stood there, looking slightly surprised.

"Hi, George," Dream said, his voice trembling slightly. "I made some songs that I really want you to listen to. Please listen to them if you have time."

George raised an eyebrow, glancing at the USB drive in Dream's hand. "Songs? You made these?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of amusement.

Dream nodded, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yeah, I write and sing my own songs. I hope you'll like them."

George took the USB drive, a small smile playing on his lips. "Sure, I'll give them a listen," he said, closing the door before Dream could say anything more.

Dream's heart soared as he walked back to his room. George had taken his songs! Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something new. He spent the rest of the evening writing more music, each note and lyric infused with his longing for George.

The night felt magical, as if the stars were aligning in Dream's favor. He replayed the moment in his mind over and over—the way George had smiled, the way he had taken the USB drive. It felt like a dream come true, a small step towards a connection he had longed for.

Dream's thoughts were filled with possibilities. He imagined George listening to his songs, hearing the depth of his emotions, and understanding the feelings he had been too afraid to voice. He pictured George smiling, maybe even feeling touched by the music that had come straight from Dream's heart.

With renewed inspiration, Dream poured his soul into his guitar, creating melodies that spoke of hope and love. The room was filled with the sound of his dreams, echoing his happiness and anticipation. For the first time in a long while, Dream felt truly alive, as if he was on the brink of something wonderful.

He stayed up late into the night, composing new songs and refining old ones. Each strum of his guitar was a promise to himself—a promise that he would keep creating, keep dreaming, and keep hoping. The pain of loneliness felt distant, overshadowed by the warmth of George's smile and the potential of a budding friendship.

As the first light of dawn crept through his window, Dream finally set his guitar down, feeling a deep sense of contentment. He climbed into bed, his mind still buzzing with the events of the day. Closing his eyes, he let the music play in his head, lulling him into a peaceful sleep.

Dream dreamed of a future where George listened to his songs, where they shared moments of understanding and connection. He dreamed of laughter and companionship, of a friendship that might one day turn into something more. In his dreams, the world was a place of endless possibilities, and for the first time, he felt like he truly belonged.

And so, Dream slept soundly, a smile on his lips and a heart full of hope. The journey ahead was uncertain, but he was ready to face it, one song at a time.

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Dream woke up the next morning feeling lighter than he had in months. The memory of George taking his USB drive played over and over in his mind, giving him a sense of hope. He spent extra time getting ready for school, carefully choosing his clothes and making sure his hair looked just right. Today felt like a new beginning.

As he walked to school, Dream couldn't help but replay every interaction he'd had with George since the transfer student arrived. Each moment was a treasure trove of emotions—some painful, some sweet, and some filled with the longing he could never quite express. But today, those memories were tinged with hope. Maybe George really would listen to his songs, and maybe he would understand just how much Dream cared.

At school, Dream noticed the usual stares and whispers that followed him wherever he went. He was used to being the odd one out, the loner with a passion for music that few people understood. But today, those stares seemed less daunting. He had something to look forward to now—George's reaction to his music.

In the classroom, Dream couldn't help but glance at George every chance he got. George, as always, looked effortlessly put-together. His dark hair framed his face perfectly, and his confident demeanor drew people to him like moths to a flame. Dream felt a pang of jealousy as he watched George laugh with his friends, wishing he could be a part of that world.

During lunch, Dream spotted George sitting with his usual group of friends. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his courage and approached their table. "Hey, George," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Did you get a chance to listen to the songs?"

George looked up, a smile playing on his lips. "Oh, hey, Dream. Yeah, I did. They were... interesting."

Dream's heart skipped a beat. "Really? What did you think?"

"They were good," George said with a nonchalant shrug. "You have a nice voice."

Dream felt like he was floating on air. George had listened to his songs and thought they were good. It was more than he could have hoped for. "Thanks, George. That means a lot to me."

George's friends exchanged glances, whispering among themselves. Dream could feel their eyes on him, but he didn't care. George had acknowledged his music, and that was all that mattered. "Well, I won't keep you. Just wanted to know what you thought," Dream said, turning to leave.

"Hey, Dream," George called out, stopping him in his tracks. "Keep making music. You've got talent."

Dream's heart swelled with happiness. "I will. Thanks, George."

As he walked away, Dream couldn't wipe the smile off his face. George had encouraged him to keep making music. It was a small victory, but it felt monumental. He spent the rest of the day in a daze, replaying George's words over and over in his mind.

Dream began to express his gratitude in other ways. Every day, he would bring something special for George. One day it was a new song, painstakingly written and recorded just for him. The next, it was a batch of cookies Dream had baked himself, carefully decorated with George's favorite colors. He brought chocolates, flowers, and small, thoughtful gifts, each one chosen to make George smile.

George seemed to appreciate the gestures, always accepting them with a smile and a thank you. Dream lived for those moments, the brief interactions that brightened his days and made all his efforts feel worthwhile. George’s replies were often sarcastic, but Dream, blinded by his feelings, never caught on. To him, George was perfect.

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One day, Dream knocked on George's door with another gift—a carefully wrapped box of cookies he'd baked the night before. George opened the door with a bemused look. "More cookies, Dream?"

"Yeah," Dream said, his heart racing. "I made them just for you. I hope you like them."

George took the box, inspecting it with a critical eye. "You know, Dream, you're really something else," he said with a smirk. "No one has ever gone to this much trouble for me before."

Dream beamed. "I'm glad you like them. I just want to make you happy."

George's smile widened, but there was a glint in his eye that Dream didn't notice. "You're doing a great job," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm that went right over Dream's head. "Keep it up."

Dream left George's dorm that night feeling lighter than ever. George's words played over and over in his mind, filling him with a sense of purpose. He spent the rest of the night writing new songs, each one a testament to his love for George.

Dream continued to bring more songs, cookies, chocolates, and flowers, each gift carefully chosen to make George smile. He lived for those moments of connection, the brief interactions that made all his efforts feel worthwhile. Dream's happiness was boundless, and he felt like he was on top of the world.

He couldn't see the sarcastic edge in George's compliments or the way George's friends laughed behind his back. To Dream, George was perfect, and everything he did was for him. Dream's days were filled with thoughts of George, and his nights were spent creating more songs and gifts to express his feelings.

Every time George accepted a gift with a sarcastic comment, Dream took it as encouragement. He believed that George was beginning to understand his feelings, that maybe one day George would feel the same way. Dream was blissfully unaware of the truth, his love for George blinding him to the reality of the situation.

Dream's happiness reached new heights as he continued to shower George with gifts. He poured his heart into every song, meticulously crafting lyrics that conveyed his deepest emotions. Each song was recorded with a level of dedication and love that Dream had never experienced before. He spent countless hours in his room, perfecting every note, every chord, and every word.

Dream also expanded his efforts beyond music. He began baking cookies, trying out different recipes and perfecting his baking skills. Each batch was made with love and care, hoping that the taste would bring a smile to George's face. He carefully packed the cookies in small, colorful boxes, tying them with ribbons and leaving them at George's door.

Chocolate became another way for Dream to express his feelings. He researched the best chocolate shops in town and spent his savings on buying the finest chocolates. Sometimes, he would try his hand at making homemade chocolates, shaping them into little hearts and writing small notes to accompany them.

Flowers were another favorite gift of Dream's. He visited the local florist regularly, choosing the freshest and most vibrant blooms. He arranged the flowers himself, creating beautiful bouquets that he left for George with handwritten notes. Each note expressed his admiration, love, and hope for George's happiness.

Dream's efforts did not go unnoticed. George began to acknowledge his gestures, albeit with a touch of sarcasm that Dream, blinded by his affection, never caught on to. George would smile and thank Dream, his compliments dripping with insincerity. But to Dream, they were the most beautiful words he had ever heard.

"These cookies are... interesting, Dream," George said one day, holding up a cookie with a skeptical look. "Did you add a secret ingredient or something?"

Dream beamed, missing the hint of sarcasm. "Just a lot of love, George. I'm glad you like them."

"Well, they certainly have a unique flavor," George replied, forcing a smile.

Dream's heart soared. He took George's words as genuine compliments, believing that his efforts were making a difference. The small acknowledgments from George were enough to fuel Dream's determination to do more. He wanted to be the reason for George's happiness, to be the one who brought a smile to his face every day.

Dream continued to write and record more songs. Each new track was more heartfelt than the last, as he delved deeper into his feelings for George. He spent hours in his room, strumming his guitar and pouring his soul into the lyrics. The songs became his way of communicating the depth of his emotions, the words he could never find the courage to say out loud.

Every time Dream handed George a new recording, his heart raced with anticipation. He hoped that George would listen to the songs and understand the love that Dream had for him. He imagined George sitting in his room, headphones on, and being moved by the music. The thought filled Dream with a sense of fulfilment and joy.

"Dream, another song?" George said one day, accepting the neon green pendrive with a bemused expression. "You really don't stop, do you?"

Dream blushed, his heart fluttering. "I just want you to know how I feel, George. Music is the only way I can express it."

George chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Well, I suppose I'll have to give it a listen then."

Dream's face lit up with a smile. "Thank you, George. It means a lot to me."

Unbeknownst to Dream, George continued to sell the songs online. The high prices they fetched surprised George, but he didn't question it. The money was a welcome addition, and as long as Dream kept providing the songs, George was content to play along. He saw Dream's efforts as a harmless obsession, something that could be exploited for his benefit.

Dream, on the other hand, remained blissfully unaware of George's true intentions. He continued to pour his heart into his gifts, believing that he was slowly winning George's affection. Each smile, each sarcastic compliment, and each acknowledgment from George only served to strengthen Dream's resolve.

As the days turned into weeks, Dream's infatuation with George grew stronger. He lived for those moments when he could see George smile, even if it was tinged with insincerity. Dream's love for George became the driving force behind everything he did, blinding him to the reality of the situation.

Dream's friends, those few who cared for him, began to worry. They saw the toll that George's manipulation was taking on Dream, but their concerns fell on deaf ears. Dream was too far gone, too deeply in love to see the truth. His friends tried to talk to him, to make him understand that George was not good for him, but Dream refused to listen.

"I know you guys are worried," Dream said one day, his voice filled with determination. "But George makes me happy. He acknowledges my efforts, and that's enough for me."

"Dream, we just don't want to see you get hurt," one of his friends replied gently. "George doesn't deserve you."

Dream shook his head, a sad smile on his lips. "You don't understand. George is perfect, and I'll do whatever it takes to make him happy."

With each passing day, Dream's dedication to George intensified. His world revolved around making George smile, even if it meant ignoring the warning signs and sacrificing his own happiness. Dream's love for George was unwavering, a beacon of light in his otherwise lonely life.

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One afternoon, Dream was sitting alone under a tree in the schoolyard, writing new lyrics in his notebook. He didn’t have many friends, so he was surprised when his phone buzzed with a text.

"Hey, this is Sapnap. We have class together. I don’t know if you remember me."

Dream’s eyes widened. Sapnap? Of course, he remembered Sapnap. He was one of the most popular kids in school—basketball player, violinist, and top student. Dream had always wanted to befriend him, but since George had transferred, Dream had focused solely on him.

Dream’s hands trembled slightly as he read more of the text.

"Anyways, I found this online and it sounds like your voice. I really love it."

Dream's heart skipped a beat. He quickly clicked on the link, which brought him to a file full of song titles he knew all too well. No way. He clicked play, and his own voice came through the speakers, singing the songs he had poured his heart into. It was really his songs.

What? How?

He had only ever given his songs to George. His body trembled as he tried to even out his breathing and started typing back.

"Where did you get this?"

Sapnap’s response came quickly. "I bought it online."

Dream’s mind raced. Bought it online? How? Why? Did George get hacked? There was no way George would sell his songs online, right?

"Do you know who sold it?" Dream typed, his fingers shaking.

"Not really. The seller goes by ‘Gogy,’" Sapnap replied. "Did you not know? I kinda paid a lot for them because I like them so much."

Dream felt his world crumbling around him. George sold his songs—the songs Dream had poured so much feeling into. Tears blurred his vision as he read Sapnap’s messages. George kept saying he loved his songs, but it was all a lie. Dream started shaking uncontrollably, crying like crazy.

Why did George do it? Did George hate his songs? Did he hate him?

Dream needed answers. Maybe George had a reasonable explanation for this. Wiping his face and trying to calm his breathing, Dream stood up and started walking towards George’s house, each step heavy with dread and heartbreak.

George heard loud knocking outside his dorm room. He frowned, annoyed at the interruption. "Who the fuck?" he muttered as he opened the door, ready to yell at whoever was disturbing his peace. To his surprise, it was Dream. Dream looked upset, his eyes red and puffy as if he had been crying. George's irritation turned to mild curiosity.

"Dream? What do you want?" George's voice was clipped, his patience thin.

"I need to talk," Dream said, his voice shaky, barely holding back tears.

George sighed internally. He really didn’t want to talk to Dream right now. "Maybe later? I’m kinda busy right now," he said, hoping Dream would take the hint and leave.

"No, I need to talk right now," Dream insisted, his voice gaining a bit of strength.

This was a first. Usually, Dream always listened to what George wanted. George rolled his eyes. "What is it?" he asked, barely concealing his annoyance.

"Did you sell my songs?" Dream's voice trembled, and George could see the pain in his eyes.

"Oh, is this about that? You never said I couldn’t," George replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Why?" Dream's voice was so small it barely came out, but the hurt in it was palpable.

"I don't know, I did it as a joke, but someone actually bought that shit," George said, laughing a little as if it was the most absurd thing.

Dream started crying again, his shoulders shaking with sobs. "Did you even listen to them?" he asked, his voice cracking.

George chuckled, finding the situation amusing. "No, but I suppose they're good since this one person keeps buying them from me, even when I put ridiculous prices on them. But it’s only one person, though," he added dismissively, waving his hand as if to brush off the significance of it.

"How could you do that?" Dream was devastated. He had poured his heart and soul into making those songs, all for George, and now he realized he had done it for this piece of shit.

"Look, don’t blame me. You’ve been annoying me ever since I moved here. You’re literally obsessed with me. Have you ever looked in a mirror? I can’t even eat the things you give me because you could’ve put some spell in them. Fuck, maybe you did put a spell on your songs because that person is really obsessed with them. They keep saying to only sell them the songs and no one else. It's kinda ridiculous," George giggled, finding the whole situation hilariously absurd.

Dream couldn't bear to listen anymore. "I fucking hate you," he spat out before running back to his dorm and slamming the door so hard the sound echoed through the hallway. He barely heard George's laughter behind him.

"AAAAAAHH FUCK YOU," Dream screamed, his voice breaking with rage and sorrow. He hated George. He hated George. He hated George. He hated George. He hated George so much.

After a night of full-on crying and skipping classes the next day, Dream sat on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing. How could George do this to him? He had trusted him, admired him, even loved him in his own way. And George had betrayed that trust, mocked his feelings, and sold his songs for money. Dream’s heart ached with a deep, throbbing pain. He had given everything to George: his time, his effort, his creativity, and most importantly, his heart. And in return, George had treated him like dirt.

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Sapnap sat in his usual spot in the back of the classroom, his mind drifting away from the lecture as he stared blankly at his phone screen. It had been days since he last heard from Dream, and each unanswered text felt like a weight on his chest. He couldn't help but wonder if Dream was avoiding him deliberately or if something else was keeping him occupied.

His thoughts were consumed with worry. He had gathered all his courage to express his admiration for Dream's songs, messages he had painstakingly crafted and sent, only to receive silence in return. Deep down, Sapnap couldn't shake the feeling that Dream's sudden silence was somehow his fault, although he couldn't pinpoint what he might have done wrong.

The truth was, Sapnap had been harboring feelings for Dream for far longer than he dared to admit. Dream's mysterious allure, combined with his talent for creating music that spoke directly to Sapnap's soul, had captured his heart. But Dream was elusive, guarded by walls that seemed impenetrable. Despite this, Sapnap had tried. He engaged Dream in class discussions, attempted to invite him to join for lunch, and finally managed to secure Dream's number under the guise of needing it for a group assignment.

Yet, as Sapnap stared at the untouched conversation thread with Dream, he couldn't bring himself to send another message. His nerves got the better of him every time he thought about reaching out again. Then, George transferred into their school, and everything changed.
George was the epitome of charm and charisma, effortlessly drawing people to him. He was not just attractive but also excelled academically, often coming close to challenging his top spot. George been saying they are rival and so on. Sapnap actually like George at first, a healthy rivalry. But not after he what George did.
How he sometimes treated Dream—casually dismissing him or barely acknowledging him in conversations. Despite this, Dream remained unwaveringly kind and patient, a trait that Sapnap both admired and envied. He couldn't fathom why Dream seemed so drawn to George when Sapnap had been there, trying to connect with him for much longer.

Sapnap couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as George and Dream started to spend more time together. Their interactions became more frequent, their conversations flowing effortlessly, while Sapnap found himself increasingly sidelined. They look perfect together. Sapnap want to die.

Sapnap soothes his broken heart by listening to the song he bought online, the voice sounds crazy similar to dream and he 99% sure it’s actually his voice. He randomly find this song selling online and kinda taken aback by the ridiculous price.. Like what kinda song would sell this much. He click to listen to the snippet.. He almost cry listening to it, its soo good so beautiful. He can feel the feeling of the singer and relate to it. The feeling of loving someone so much. He actually did cry listening too it. And the singer sounds so much like dream too. He have to buy it.

Turning to the songs that Dream produced and sold online became Sapnap's refuge. Each song felt like a personal confession, a glimpse into Dream's emotions and thoughts. The voice in those recordings, hauntingly beautiful and achingly familiar, resonated with Sapnap on a profound level. He found himself listening to the songs on repeat, finding solace in the melodies that mirrored his own unspoken feelings.

Financially, Sapnap was far from affluent. Scholarships helped cover his education, and part-time shifts provided him with just enough to get by. Yet, he spent a significant portion of his earnings on every new song Dream released, afraid that he might miss out on a piece of Dream's soulful artistry. He even went so far as to contact the seller directly, pleading to be the exclusive buyer, driven by a fear of losing this intimate connection to Dream.

His fascination with Dream bordered on obsession, a fact that Sapnap was painfully aware of. He had studied Dream from afar, memorizing his habits, observing his interactions, and feeling like he understood Dream better than Dream understood himself. It was an unsettling realization, yet Sapnap couldn't deny the depth of his feelings.

As he listened to yet another song, tears streaming down his face, Sapnap acknowledged the undeniable truth: he was deeply, irreversibly in love with Dream. The ache in his chest intensified with each note, each lyric a testament to the emotions he couldn't articulate. Despite the heartache of seeing Dream drawn to someone else, Sapnap clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, Dream would one day see him as more than just a classmate or a fan.

For now, all Sapnap could do was immerse himself in the music that spoke the words he couldn't say, hoping that somehow, through those melodies, Dream might hear the echoes of Sapnap's love.

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The classroom buzzed with subdued murmurs as the teacher began the lesson, but Sapnap's attention was elsewhere. It had been two days since Dream had last been seen in class, and Sapnap's worry had only grown with each passing hour. As the minutes ticked by, hope waned, until finally, a late arrival disrupted the quiet.

"Sorry I'm late," Dream's voice echoed through the room, drawing Sapnap's gaze like a magnet. Relief flooded through him at the sight of Dream, but it quickly turned to concern. Dream looked worse than Sapnap could have imagined. His eyes were red-rimmed, dark bags hung heavily beneath them, and his usually vibrant demeanor seemed dimmed. It was clear that Dream hadn't been sleeping well, if at all, and tears had clearly left their mark.

As Dream made his way to his seat, their eyes met briefly, and Sapnap tried to summon his best reassuring smile. But instead of a warm acknowledgment, Dream's expression darkened slightly, a hint of disappointment or frustration flickering across his features. Sapnap's heart sank. Had he done something wrong? Was Dream mad at him?

Throughout the class, Sapnap found it impossible to concentrate. His mind raced with thoughts of how he could make things right with Dream. When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the lesson, Dream approached Sapnap slowly, purposefully.

Sapnap put on his friendliest tone, trying to ease the tension. "Hey, Dream, what's up?"

"We need to talk," Dream said firmly, grabbing Sapnap's hand and leading him away from the others. Sapnap's heart raced at the touch, though Dream's grip was surprisingly strong and almost painful.

As they found a quieter corner, Dream pushed Sapnap against the wall, causing him to wince. "Ouch! Chill, man. Let's talk it out, okay?" Sapnap said, confusion and worry mingling in his voice.

"Are you and George in on it together?" Dream asked sharply.

Sapnap blinked in surprise. "What?” sapnap replied in confusion. “the song” dream ask again.
“The song? No, I bought it online," he replied quickly, trying to understand Dream's accusation.

Dream's eyes narrowed, his voice tinged with anger. "Why did you buy it? To make fun of me?" His words cut through the air like knives.

"No, I bought it because I genuinely like it. I love all your songs," Sapnap responded honestly, desperation creeping into his voice.

"You're lying," Dream retorted, his distrust evident. "How much did you pay for it? I'll pay you back if you delete all of it."

Sapnap felt panic rising within him. "No, I really like your music. Please don't make me delete it," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "Those songs mean everything to me right now."

Dream's expression softened slightly at Sapnap's earnest plea, but he remained firm. "You're not supposed to hear them. No one else is supposed to. I never wanted anyone else to hear them."

Desperation fueled Sapnap's actions as he reached out and grabbed Dream's hand, locking eyes with him. "Your songs mean everything to me, Dream. I'll pay you double, just let me keep them," he implored, tears now streaming down his cheeks. He didn't care how vulnerable he looked; all that mattered was convincing Dream to relent. He must look ugly right now, Sapnap never plan for this to happen.

"I'll do anything you want," Sapnap continued, his voice trembling. "Please, don't take them away from me."

Dream was momentarily at a loss for words, taken aback by the raw intensity in Sapnap's eyes. His resolve softened as he witnessed the genuine emotion pouring out of Sapnap. For a moment, they stood in silence, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging heavy in the air.

"I... I didn't know," Dream finally murmured, his voice quieter now, filled with uncertainty. He hesitated, torn between his desire for secrecy and the undeniable connection he felt with Sapnap in that moment.

Sapnap's tears continued to fall, his heart pounding with fear and hope. He had bared his soul, laid his feelings bare, and now the outcome rested on Dream's decision. Whether or not Dream would allow Sapnap to keep the songs, their bond had deepened in ways Sapnap had never anticipated.

Moved by an impulse he couldn't resist, Dream reached up, his thumb gently swiping away the tears that streaked down Sapnap's cheeks. He cupped Sapnap's face in both hands, the touch tender yet possessive in its own way. Sapnap looked ethereal in that moment, his vulnerability casting a spell on Dream's heart.

"Okay, you can keep the songs," Dream whispered quietly, his voice barely above a murmur. He continued to swipe away Sapnap's tears with his thumb, a gesture both soothing and intimate. "But promise me, never share them with anyone. that you'll keep this between us. Those songs are... personal."

"I will. I'll do anything you ask me to," Sapnap replied, his tears now flowing freely. He buried his face against Dream's chest, seeking solace in his embrace. Dream held him tightly, feeling the dampness of Sapnap's tears seeping into his shirt.

"Thank you," Sapnap whispered quietly, his voice muffled against Dream's chest, though Dream still heard him.

In that moment, as they stood locked in a tender embrace, the world around them faded away. For Sapnap, the weight of his unrequited love mingled with the relief of keeping Dream's songs. For Dream, the realization dawned that perhaps, just perhaps, Sapnap was someone he could trust with the most intimate parts of himself.

Their bond had shifted, deepened, in ways neither of them fully understood. But as they stood there, holding each other, it was enough to know that they had crossed a threshold together, bound by music, tears, and a fragile trust that held the promise of something more.

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George couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as Dream finally out of his sight, the usual shadow he'd been trying to shake off for what felt like forever. Dream had always been oblivious to George's attempts to distance himself, clinging on like an obsessive boyfriend without even understanding the basics of George's clear signals. But now, Dream was nowhere in sight, and George could finally breathe.

"Now I can focus on what really matters," George muttered to himself with a self-satisfied smirk. "Beating Sapnap on the next exam."

Speaking of Sapnap, Even as the first day he transfer here, Sapnap had become the talk of the school. George couldn't deny the allure the top student held. Handsome, popular, talented in both sports and music. Everyone seemed to be enamored with him, yet he remained remarkably humble through it all. George couldn't deny that he was impressed, though he refused to let it show openly. George had noticed the way Sapnap looked visibly bothered whenever he interacted with Dream—clearly jealous. It amused George to no end.

He'd observed the way Sapnap's demeanor shifted whenever Dream was around—irritation and envy simmering just beneath the surface. It amused George to think that Sapnap saw Dream as competition "He's practically begging for my attention," George mused, his confidence growing. "Dream was just a distraction. Sapnap is the real prize."

George was almost certain that Sapnap held feelings for him, too. The signs were all there, from the way Sapnap's eyes lingered on him to the nervous energy whenever they spoke. It was obvious to George that Sapnap was infatuated, and he relished the power it gave him.

"Now that Dream's out of the picture, Sapnap can finally make his move," George thought to himself, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Confess his undying love for me, and we'll be the talk of the school. The power couple."

The idea of being adored by someone as admired as Sapnap appealed to George's vanity. It wasn't just about social status; it was about control and influence. He envisioned himself leading Sapnap on, playing the part of the devoted boyfriend while subtly manipulating him behind the scenes. It would be easy, George thought. Sapnap was clearly smitten, and George knew how to use that to his advantage.

A mischievous grin spread across George's face as he thought about his plan unfolding. "I'll pretend to be head over heels for him, make him fail a few classes," he chuckled to himself. "Two birds with one stone. Genius.
With a newfound determination, George set his sights on Sapnap, ready to play the game he knew he could win. Dream was a thing of the past, and Sapnap was his ticket to the top—both academically and socially.

----

George stood at a distance, observing Sapnap from across the school courtyard. He had been biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach Sapnap alone, away from the shadow of Dream.

These day its really hard to see sapnap alone, Every attempt to engage Sapnap in his schemes had been thwarted by Dream's persistent presence, an annoyance that grated on George's nerves.
Since when did Sapnap and Dream even got close, didn’t sapnap like him?. What is happening right now?.. Wait a minute he figure it out!. Dream trying to make him jealous! There’s no way dream move on that’s fast. So of course, Dream choose another popular student, to make him jealous.

Finally after forever, George spotted his chance. Sapnap was alone sitting under a tree without Dream annoying presence around. Sapnap looks lost in thought and seemingly unaware of his surroundings. This was George's moment to strike, to weave his web around Sapnap and ensnare him in his carefully crafted plans.

As George approached, he noticed something unusual. Sapnap was listening intently to music, his expression softened by the melody flowing through his headphones. Intrigued, George edged closer, trying to catch a glimpse of the song title on Sapnap's device.

To his surprise, the song was familiar. It was one of Dream's compositions—the same song that Dream had given to George in confidence, a private creation meant only for him. George's mind raced with possibilities. Could it be possible that Sapnap was the mysterious buyer who had been purchasing Dream's songs?

A devious plan began to form in George's mind. If Sapnap was indeed the buyer, it meant he had a deep admiration for Dream's music—a vulnerability that George could exploit to his advantage. With a smirk playing on his lips, George quietly approached Sapnap, careful not to startle him from his reverie.

"Hey, Sapnap," George greeted nonchalantly, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity. "What are you listening to?"

Startled, Sapnap looked up, hastily removing his headphones. "Oh, hey George," he replied, trying to hide his surprise at George's sudden appearance. "Just some music."

George raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as he leaned in closer. "Is that Dream's song?"

Sapnap hesitated, caught off guard by George's direct question. He wasn't sure how much he should reveal, especially considering Dream's desire for privacy. "Um, yeah," he admitted reluctantly. "I... I really like his music."

George's smile widened, masking his growing excitement. "That's interesting," he mused, his mind racing with possibilities. "I didn't realize you were such a fan of Dream's work."

Sapnap shifted uncomfortably, sensing the underlying tension in George's tone. "Yeah, well, his music speaks to me," he replied evasively, unsure of where this conversation was leading.

George studied Sapnap intently, his calculating gaze assessing every nuance of Sapnap's reaction. He knew he had stumbled upon a crucial piece of information—one that could shift the balance of power in his favor. If Sapnap was infatuated with Dream's music, it meant he held a deep admiration for Dream himself—a weakness that George could exploit to undermine their budding connection.

"Interesting," George repeated thoughtfully, his mind whirring with newfound possibilities. "You know, Sapnap, I think we have more in common than you realize."

Sapnap frowned, sensing a subtle shift in George's demeanor. "What do you mean?"

George chuckled softly, his smile turning predatory. "Let's just say I have a proposition for you," he replied cryptically, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Sapnap's curiosity piqued, despite his growing unease. He knew George was up to something, but he couldn't deny the intrigue of George's offer. "What kind of proposition?" he asked cautiously, his mind racing with uncertainty.

George leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "How about we make a deal?" he suggested slyly, his gaze locking onto Sapnap's with unwavering intensity. "I think I have something that might interest you."

Sapnap hesitated, torn between curiosity and caution. He knew George was dangerous, a master manipulator who thrived on exploiting others for his own gain. Yet, there was a part of him that couldn't resist the allure of George's offer—a chance to gain insight into Dream's world, to unravel the mystery behind his music.

"What kind of deal?" Sapnap asked warily, his heart racing with apprehension.

George smiled knowingly, his plan unfolding with ruthless precision. "Oh, just a little arrangement," he replied smoothly, his voice laced with tantalizing promise. "Trust me, Sapnap, you won't regret it."

With that, George extended his hand, waiting for Sapnap's response—a silent invitation into a web of deception and intrigue that would forever alter the course of their intertwined destinies.

-----

The school day had started like any other, but by mid-morning, whispers began to spread like wildfire through the corridors. Dream's song was playing on the school broadcasting club's channel—the same deeply personal song that he had entrusted to Sapnap in confidence. Students gathered around radios and phones, catching snippets of the haunting melody and Dream's soulful voice echoing through the halls.

Dream's heart sank as he heard his own words, meant for only a select few, broadcast to the entire school. Panic surged through him, a visceral fear gripping his chest as he realized the magnitude of what was happening. Without a second thought, he bolted from his classroom, ignoring the concerned calls of his classmates and teachers.

The broadcasting room loomed ahead like a beacon of chaos. Dream's mind raced with a thousand questions, but one burned brighter than the rest: who could have done this to him?

As he burst through the door, adrenaline coursing through his veins, his eyes fell upon Sapnap. The shock on Dream's face mirrored the disbelief in Sapnap's eyes.

"Dream, no, it wasn't me," Sapnap stammered, his voice desperate and pleading. "I would never betray your trust like that."

Dream's chest heaved with anger and hurt, his fists clenched at his sides. "Don't lie to me!" he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. "You promised me, Sapnap. You promised!"

Tears welled in Sapnap's eyes as he tried to explain himself, but Dream's words cut through the air like a blade. "Shut the fuck up," Dream seethed, his voice raw with pain. "You and George... you're the same. I hate you both."

With those words hanging between them like an irreparable chasm, Dream turned and fled the room, his steps echoing in the empty hallway. His breathing came in ragged gasps, his chest tightening with each panicked breath.

Fortunately, Dream's friends found him just outside the school building. They wrapped him in their arms, offering words of comfort and reassurance as they guided him back to his dormitory. Dream sank onto his bed, his mind swirling with betrayal and shame.

Meanwhile, Sapnap stood alone in the broadcasting room, the weight of Dream's accusations heavy on his shoulders. He sank to the floor, tears streaming down his face as he replayed the events of the morning in his mind. How had everything gone so wrong?

-----

Outside, the school buzzed with speculation and gossip, unaware of the turmoil that had unfolded within its walls. Dream's song continued to play on, a haunting reminder of trust broken and friendships tested.

The days that followed were tumultuous for both Dream and Sapnap. Rumors spread like wildfire throughout the school, painting Sapnap as a betrayer and Dream as a victim of malicious intent. George, hidden behind a facade of innocence, observed the chaos he had sown with a satisfied smirk.

For Dream, the humiliation of having his private thoughts and emotions broadcast to everyone was unbearable. He withdrew into himself, avoiding eye contact with classmates and retreating to secluded spots on campus. His friends rallied around him, offering support and trying to shield him from the relentless whispers that followed wherever he went.

Sapnap, on the other hand, found himself ostracized by many of his peers. Those who once admired him for his talents and charisma now looked at him with suspicion and disappointment. He tried to explain to anyone who would listen that he wasn't responsible for the broadcast, that someone else must have been behind it, but his words fell on deaf ears.

George, ever the manipulator, capitalized on the chaos. He approached Sapnap with a facade of concern, offering his sympathy and subtly sowing doubt in Sapnap's mind. "It must be tough, being blamed for something you didn't do," George would say with a knowing look, planting seeds of distrust against Dream.

Meanwhile, Dream couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal. He replayed the confrontation with Sapnap in his mind over and over again, questioning every interaction they had ever shared. The pain of having his trust shattered gnawed at him, making him question whether he could ever let anyone else in again.

One afternoon, as Dream sat alone in the school courtyard, staring blankly at the ground, Sapnap approached cautiously. His heart raced with apprehension, knowing the depth of hurt he had caused. "Dream," he began tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dream looked up, his eyes clouded with a mixture of pain and anger. "What do you want, Sapnap?" he asked bitterly, his tone cutting through the air like ice.

"I... I just want you to know that I didn't do it," Sapnap said earnestly, his voice wavering with emotion. "I swear, Dream, I would never betray you like that."

Dream's gaze softened slightly, but the wounds were still fresh. "Then who did?" he demanded, his voice betraying his vulnerability.

Sapnap shook his head, frustration and sadness mingling in his expression. "I don't know," he admitted quietly. "But I'm trying to find out."

Dream stared at Sapnap for a long moment, searching his eyes for any hint of deception. Finally, he sighed heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "I don't know if I can trust you anymore, Sapnap," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Sapnap's heart sank, the realization of how much he had lost hitting him like a wave. "I understand," he murmured, fighting back tears. "But please, just know that I never meant to hurt you."

With that, Sapnap turned and walked away, leaving Dream alone with his thoughts. The once vibrant school grounds now felt empty and cold, each step echoing with the pain of fractured trust and shattered friendship.

As the days turned into weeks, the rift between Dream and Sapnap seemed to widen, despite Sapnap's efforts to clear his name. George's influence continued to poison the well of their relationship, feeding off the doubts and insecurities that now plagued both of them.

In the quiet moments before sleep, Dream would often find himself staring at his phone, contemplating whether he should reach out to Sapnap. But fear and uncertainty held him back, the wounds of betrayal still raw and tender.

And so, the days passed in a fragile semblance of normalcy, each heartbeat a reminder of the bond that had been broken and the uncertain road that lay ahead.
----

George watched from afar as the rift between Dream and Sapnap widened. He relished in the chaos he had sown, knowing that each passing day brought him closer to his ultimate goal. Sapnap, vulnerable and isolated, became his next target.

With calculated precision, George began to weave his web around Sapnap, exploiting the cracks in his armor left by the recent turmoil. He approached him subtly at first, offering sympathetic words and gestures of support disguised as genuine concern.

"Sapnap, I've noticed how tough things have been for you lately," George said one afternoon, catching Sapnap alone in the school courtyard. His voice was soft, tinged with a hint of empathy that belied his true intentions.

Sapnap looked up, surprised to find George addressing him directly. His defenses were still up, wary of George's sudden interest. "Yeah, it hasn't been easy," he admitted cautiously, unsure of where this conversation would lead.

George took a step closer, his gaze intense yet reassuring. "I want you to know that I'm here for you," he said earnestly. "If you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with, I'm around."

Sapnap studied George carefully, sensing an underlying motive behind his offer of friendship. "Thanks, George," he replied hesitantly. "I appreciate it."

Over the following days, George continued to insert himself into Sapnap's life, subtly maneuvering into the spaces Dream once occupied. He invited Sapnap to study sessions, accompanied him to lunch, and even offered to help him with his music projects.

At first, Sapnap resisted George's advances, wary of his ulterior motives and the lingering distrust from recent events. But George was persistent, his charm and charisma gradually eroding Sapnap's defenses.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice session with the school band, George offered to drive Sapnap home. Exhausted and grateful for the ride, Sapnap accepted, unaware of the trap George had carefully set.

As they drove through the quiet streets, George turned on the radio, filling the car with soft music that seemed to soothe Sapnap's frayed nerves. He watched Sapnap closely, noting the fatigue etched on his face and the vulnerability in his eyes.

"Sapnap," George began softly, his voice laced with a newfound tenderness. "I know things haven't been easy for you lately. But I want you to know that you're not alone."

Sapnap glanced at George, his defenses momentarily lowered by the unexpected empathy in George's voice. "Thanks," he muttered, unsure of how to respond to George's sudden display of kindness.

George pulled the car to a stop outside Sapnap's house, his eyes lingering on Sapnap's profile. "Listen," he said earnestly, his tone gentle yet persuasive. "If you ever need someone to lean on, I'm here for you. Always."

Sapnap hesitated, torn between the comfort of George's presence and the lingering doubts that gnawed at his conscience. "I... I appreciate that, George," he managed to say, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Before Sapnap could protest or question George's motives further, George leaned closer, his hand brushing against Sapnap's arm in a gesture of reassurance. "Take care of yourself, Sapnap," he whispered softly, his breath warm against Sapnap's ear.

Sapnap tensed, his heart racing at the unexpected intimacy of George's touch. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over him—confusion, curiosity, and a hint of apprehension. George's proximity was both comforting and unnerving, stirring feelings he wasn't ready to confront.

As George pulled away, his gaze locked with Sapnap's, a silent understanding passed between them. In that moment, Sapnap realized with a pang of guilt and unease that George's intentions were far from innocent. Yet, despite his reservations, a small part of him was tempted by the promise of solace and companionship George offered.

With a murmured thanks, Sapnap exited the car, his mind swirling with conflicted thoughts and emotions. He watched George drive away, a knot of uncertainty tightening in his chest.

That night, Sapnap couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that had settled in his stomach since his encounter with George. He paced his room, replaying the events of the evening over and over in his mind. George's words, his touch—they lingered like an unwelcome shadow.

As he sat at his desk, staring blankly at his unfinished homework, Sapnap's phone buzzed. He hesitated before picking it up, half afraid of what he might find. It was a message from Dream.

Dream: Hey... can we talk?

Sapnap's heart skipped a beat. Despite everything that had happened between them, his feelings for Dream hadn't waned. If anything, they'd only grown stronger in the wake of their recent turmoil. He typed out a reply, fingers trembling slightly.

Sapnap: Yeah, sure. Where are you?

Dream: Meet me at our spot?

Their spot—the secluded corner of the school grounds where they used to escape to, away from prying eyes and judgment. It held so many memories, both joyful and painful. Sapnap nodded to himself, a mix of hope and apprehension churning inside him.

Grabbing his jacket, Sapnap slipped out of his room, careful not to wake his sleeping roommate. The night air was cool against his skin as he made his way through the deserted corridors of the dormitory, thoughts racing.

When Sapnap reached their spot, he found Dream already waiting there, his silhouette outlined against the moonlit sky. He approached cautiously, unsure of what to expect. Dream turned to face him, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

"Hey," Sapnap said softly, coming to a stop a few feet away. He studied Dream's face, searching for any hint of what was going through his mind.

Dream sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I... I'm sorry, Sapnap," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "I shouldn't have yelled at you earlier. It's just... everything's been so overwhelming."

Sapnap nodded, his own guilt weighing heavily on him. "I understand, Dream," he replied earnestly. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I would never betray your trust like that."

Dream looked at him, a mix of sadness and relief flickering in his eyes. "I know," he said quietly. "I shouldn't have accused you like that. It's just... seeing my songs exposed like that, it was like a nightmare."

"I get it," Sapnap said, taking a step closer. "I would never do anything to hurt you, Dream. You mean... a lot to me."

Dream met his gaze, the tension between them palpable. "I know," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. "I've been thinking a lot... about us."

Sapnap's heart skipped a beat. "Yeah?"

Dream nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Maybe... we could start over? Take things slow this time."

A surge of hope and relief washed over Sapnap. "I'd like that," he said softly, a weight lifting off his shoulders. "More than anything."

They stood there in silence for a moment, the cool night air wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. For the first time in days, Sapnap felt a glimmer of peace—a tentative hope for the future, uncertain yet promising.

As they walked back to the dorms together, their steps light and hearts a little lighter, Sapnap couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, things would turn out alright in the end.

In the days that followed their conversation at the spot, Sapnap found himself torn between his renewed connection with Dream and the confusing emotions stirred up by George. Every glance from George, every casual touch, sent a ripple of uncertainty through him. Was he really falling for George? Or was it just the intensity of recent events clouding his judgment?

Dream, on the other hand, seemed to be making an effort to rebuild their friendship. He approached Sapnap more often, sitting with him during meals and even offering to help with their shared assignments. Sapnap welcomed the gestures, grateful for the chance to mend what had been broken between them.

Yet, George remained a constant presence, always lingering in the background. Sapnap couldn't deny the pull he felt towards George—the way George effortlessly commanded attention, his confidence and charm like a magnetic force. It was both exhilarating and unnerving.

---

One afternoon, as Sapnap sat in the library, trying to concentrate on his studies, George slid into the seat opposite him. Sapnap glanced up, surprised yet not entirely unexpectant. George flashed him a smile that sent a shiver down Sapnap's spine.

"Hey," George said casually, leaning back in his chair. "Mind if I join you?"

Sapnap hesitated for a moment, torn between politeness and the unease gnawing at him. "Um, sure," he replied finally, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"How have you been?" George asked, his tone light but his gaze piercing. "Things have been... eventful lately."

Sapnap nodded, unable to suppress a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, tell me about it," he muttered, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

George leaned in slightly, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Listen, Sapnap," he began, his eyes locked onto Sapnap's. "I know things have been complicated between us. But I can't stop thinking about you."

Sapnap's heart skipped a beat, his pulse quickening. He swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. "George, I..." he started, trailing off as George reached across the table, placing a hand on Sapnap's.

"Just hear me out," George continued, his voice earnest. "I know I've been... distant. But I've realized something. Maybe we could... give us a chance?"

Sapnap's mind raced, conflicting emotions swirling inside him. George's words were tempting, his touch electric. But what about Dream? The promise he made, the connection they were rebuilding—it felt fragile yet precious.

"I... I don't know, George," Sapnap stammered, pulling his hand back gently. "I... need some time to think."

George nodded slowly, disappointment flickering in his eyes. "I understand," he said quietly. "Take all the time you need."

As George stood to leave, Sapnap watched him go, a whirlwind of emotions churning inside him. What was he supposed to do now? How could he navigate this tangled web of feelings without hurting someone—whether it be Dream or George?

Lost in his thoughts, Sapnap barely noticed Dream approaching until he was standing right beside him. Dream's expression was unreadable, his eyes searching Sapnap's face as if seeking answers.

"Hey," Dream said softly, sliding into the seat beside Sapnap. "Can we talk?"

Sapnap glanced up, meeting Dream's gaze. He felt a pang of guilt and longing, unsure of how to explain the conflicting emotions tearing him apart.
Sapnap looked at Dream, the weight of recent events heavy on his shoulders. He wanted to say something, to explain, but the words caught in his throat. Dream's presence beside him felt both comforting and unnerving, a reminder of promises made and broken.

"Hey," Sapnap finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'm sorry."

Dream's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of hurt and understanding. "It's okay," he replied gently. "I... I know things have been complicated."

Sapnap nodded, relieved and pained all at once. "I never meant to hurt you," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "I just... I didn't know what to do."

Dream reached out, placing a hand on Sapnap's arm. "I get it," he said softly. "I've been there too, you know? Feeling torn between what you want and what you think you should do."

"Yeah," Sapnap murmured, his gaze dropping to his hands. "It's just... everything happened so fast, and now I feel like I'm stuck in the middle of it all."

Dream squeezed Sapnap's arm gently, a silent gesture of support. "You don't have to figure it all out right now," he said reassuringly. "Take your time. I'm here whenever you're ready to talk."

Sapnap nodded gratefully, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history and uncertain future. "Thank you," he whispered, meeting Dream's gaze once more.

For a moment, they sat in companionable silence, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions. Sapnap wanted to say more, to untangle the mess of feelings inside him, but he knew it would take time. Time to heal, time to understand, time to choose.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of their study period, Dream stood up, offering Sapnap a small smile. "I'll see you around," he said softly, his tone gentle yet hopeful.

"Yeah," Sapnap replied, returning the smile weakly. "See you."

Watching Dream walk away, Sapnap felt a wave of nostalgia and longing wash over him. He knew he couldn't ignore what he felt, couldn't keep running from the truth. But facing it meant risking everything—his friendships, his heart, and the fragile balance he had struggled to maintain.

As he gathered his books and headed for his next class, Sapnap knew one thing for certain: the choices he made now would shape not only his future but also the relationships that mattered most to him.

Sapnap sat in the cafeteria, his mind swirling with thoughts of Dream and George. The recent turmoil had left him feeling torn and unsure of himself. He picked at his food, his appetite nonexistent, as he replayed the events of the past weeks in his mind.

Across the room, George sat with his friends, laughing and chatting animatedly. Sapnap couldn't help but notice how effortlessly George seemed to fit in, how his charisma drew others to him like moths to a flame. It was a stark contrast to the inner turmoil Sapnap felt whenever he thought about George and his own conflicted feelings.

A pang of guilt washed over Sapnap as he recalled the way he had distanced himself from Dream, how he had allowed George to manipulate him into betraying his trust. He knew he had to make things right, to find a way to apologize and mend the bridges he had burned.

But as he stared at George, a different emotion stirred within him—an unexpected attraction that sent a shiver down his spine. He had always admired George's confidence, his ability to take charge and command attention. And now, despite everything, Sapnap found himself drawn to George in a way he couldn't explain.

Their eyes met across the crowded cafeteria, and Sapnap quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, not after everything that had happened between them. But try as he might, he couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in his chest whenever George was near.

As the lunch period drew to a close, Sapnap gathered his things, his mind still in turmoil. He needed to sort out his feelings, to figure out what he truly wanted. But with each passing moment, the lines between right and wrong blurred, and Sapnap found himself caught in a web of conflicting emotions.

Heading to his next class, Sapnap took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges ahead. He knew he couldn't continue like this, torn between two people and unsure of his own heart. It was time to make a decision, to confront his feelings head-on and find a way to move forward.

But as he walked down the hallway, Sapnap couldn't shake the feeling that whatever choice he made, someone would end up hurt. And deep down, he feared that someone might be himself.

Sapnap sat through his classes that afternoon, his mind still reeling from the encounter with George at lunch. Every time he tried to focus on the lessons, his thoughts drifted back to the confusing mix of emotions swirling inside him.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Sapnap gathered his books and made his way out of the classroom. He walked slowly, lost in his thoughts, unsure of where to go or what to do next.

Outside, the school grounds buzzed with the chatter of students heading home or to various after-school activities. Sapnap found a quiet spot by a fountain and sat down, hoping the sound of water trickling would calm his racing thoughts.

He pulled out his phone, half-expecting a message from Dream or George, but there was nothing. Silence. It only added to his unease.

Closing his eyes, Sapnap tried to sort through his feelings. He knew he had hurt Dream deeply, betraying his trust by allowing George to share Dream's personal songs. And yet, there was something about George that drew him in—a magnetic pull that he couldn't ignore.

But did he really like George? Or was it just confusion, mixed with guilt and longing for something he couldn't have? Sapnap sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Just then, footsteps approached, and Sapnap looked up to see George standing before him. His heart skipped a beat, unsure of what to expect.

"Hey," George said softly, his expression a mix of concern and uncertainty.

Sapnap swallowed nervously, unsure of how to respond. "Hey," he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I wanted to talk," George began hesitantly, sitting down beside Sapnap. "About earlier... in the cafeteria."

Sapnap nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He couldn't deny the flutter of attraction he felt whenever George was near, but he also couldn't ignore the guilt gnawing at him for betraying Dream.

"I know things have been... complicated," George continued, choosing his words carefully. "And I know I've probably made things even more confusing for you."

Sapnap looked at George, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. "Yeah, you have," he admitted quietly.

"I'm sorry," George said earnestly. "I never meant for things to get so messed up. I just... I really like you, Sapnap. And I thought... I thought maybe you felt the same way."

Sapnap's heart clenched at George's words. He knew he couldn't deny the attraction he felt, but he also couldn't forget what had happened with Dream.

"I... I don't know what I feel," Sapnap confessed, his voice wavering. "Everything's just so... confusing."

George nodded understandingly, reaching out to gently touch Sapnap's arm. "I get it," he said softly. "And I don't want to pressure you into anything. Just... take your time, okay? Figure out what you want."

Sapnap nodded, grateful for George's understanding. "Thanks," he murmured, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.

They sat in silence for a moment, the sound of the fountain providing a soothing backdrop. Sapnap glanced at George, seeing him in a new light—someone who cared, who was willing to wait and give him space to figure things out.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the school grounds, Sapnap felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to untangle his feelings and make sense of the mess he had found himself in.

But for now, he was grateful for George's presence, for his understanding and patience. And as they sat together in the fading light, Sapnap knew that no matter what happened next, he wouldn't be facing it alone.

Weeks passed since that afternoon by the fountain, where Sapnap and George had their heart-to-heart. Sapnap found himself drawn more and more to George's company, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. They spent hours together, talking about everything and nothing, discovering shared interests and dreams.

Yet, amidst their budding relationship, Sapnap couldn't shake the guilt he felt towards Dream. He knew he had hurt him deeply, and despite George's understanding and support, the memory of Dream's pain haunted him.

-----

One afternoon, as Sapnap walked through the school corridors, lost in thought, he spotted Dream standing alone by his locker. Their eyes met briefly before Dream turned away, his expression unreadable.

Sapnap's heart sank. He knew he needed to talk to Dream, to apologize and try to make things right. But every time he tried to approach him, fear and uncertainty held him back.

That evening, Sapnap sat in his room, staring at his phone. He had drafted countless messages to Dream, each one deleted before it could be sent. He knew he had to find the courage to reach out, to face the consequences of his actions.

Taking a deep breath, Sapnap typed out a message, pouring his heart out in words. He hesitated for a moment, then hit send.

Minutes passed like hours as Sapnap waited anxiously for a response. Finally, a notification popped up on his screen—a message from Dream.

Sapnap's hands trembled as he opened it, his heart pounding in his chest. The message was short, but the relief that flooded through him was overwhelming.

"I forgive you," Dream had written, followed by a simple smiley face.

Tears welled up in Sapnap's eyes as he read those words. He knew it wouldn't erase the hurt he had caused, but it was a start—a chance to mend what had been broken between them.

Over the following days, Sapnap and Dream began to slowly rebuild their friendship. It wasn't easy, and there were moments of awkwardness and hesitation. But with each conversation, each shared laugh, the wounds of the past began to heal.

As for Sapnap and George, their relationship blossomed into something beautiful. They navigated the ups and downs together, supporting each other through challenges and celebrating their successes.

And so, as graduation day approached, Sapnap found himself surrounded by friends who had become like family. He looked out over the crowd, feeling a sense of peace and gratitude.

Life had thrown them unexpected twists and turns, but in the end, they had found their way. Sapnap smiled, knowing that the journey had been worth it—that love, forgiveness, and second chances had brought them to this moment.

As the ceremony ended and they threw their caps into the air, Sapnap took George's hand, feeling a surge of hope for the future. Whatever came next, they would face it together.

And so, as they walked off the stage, hand in hand, Sapnap couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, their story was only just beginning.