Look at me go, updating a bunch of shit 😍😍 its about time too

I'm done camping yay!! Now I'm heading to my grandparents house (did I mention they're racist, homophobic, and tr*mp supporters? Haha... 😬😬)

This chapter is short but it was part of The Plan™ so eh here it is, sorta just filler

TW: PTSD, anxiety, mention of flashbacks/hallucinations

Previously...

"I'll be quick, please be safe, ok? And keep the AC on." Dream closes the door, jogging back inside to get the groceries.

I don't know how to feel. I was finally starting to get over it, at least I thought I was, and then this... no, it was all in my head. Cole was never here, he's still in jail all the way across the sea. I was safe here with Dream, in Florida. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

**Dream's P.O.V.**

I ran back to the car, groceries in hand. I felt bad for leaving George alone in the car for this long, but we really needed groceries and the lines were longer than I expected... still, it had only been ten or so minutes. I got to the car to find George curled up on the backseat, hugging his knees.

"Hey... George..." I said carefully, putting the bags in the passenger seat. "I'm going to take you home, ok? Will you put your seatbelt on?" His eyes met mine, hands reaching for the seatbelt slowly and buckling it. George was only half protected by it, but he was not looking good, so I didn't say anything and instead just pulled out of the parking lot.

I took special care to drive carefully on the way home.

Back at home, George got himself out of the car and headed upstairs to his room, closing the door. I took the hint and gave him his space, electing to bake something instead. George would come to me in his own time.

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I put a pan of brownies in the oven, hearing soft footsteps pattering behind me. I turned, immediately finding arms around me. I was startled at first, but wrapped one arm around George and put the other in his hair.

"It's ok," I whispered, letting him just cling onto me. I still have no idea what happened in the store, but it must've been bad to make him like this. "Hey, why don't we go sit on the couch? We can cuddle if you want to." He nods slowly, letting go enough so we can walk to the living room.

"Better?" I ask once we're sitting. I'm sitting with my legs up on the long part of the couch, and George is laid up against me. He nods, cuddling in close. He's pretty clingy right now, which is a lot better than him being distant.

"Will you tell me what happened so I can help?" I ask softly, running my fingers through his hair for comfort. I see him pull out his phone, starting to type. He doesn't send a message, just shows me what he typed.

I saw him.

"What?" He couldn't mean... "George, he's not here. He's in England. In jail. Remember?" George closes his eyes tight, frowning. "He can't hurt you anymore."

It's pretty concerning that George is seeing things that aren't there. I'm worried for him- I mean, I have been since the beginning, but this adds another level of concern.

"You saw him as that man in the aisle?" I wonder. George nods, sighing shakily. I lean my head against his, trying to offer extra comfort. "It's ok. You're ok." I can't even imagine the horrors he's dealt with.

George is half asleep in my arms, trying to keep himself calm and steady. "I promise to protect you, Gogy. Til the end of time." His body relaxes into mine, and I'm thankful that he was able to sleep. He deserves to feel safe and protected, and I want to do everything I can to provide it to him. He's been strong even through this whole mess, and I could never be disappointed in him.

I just wish things could get better for him. He deserves it.

I'm listening to CG5's tommyinnit song rn, I fucking love it so much ahhhh (if you want my minecraft playlist look up "subspace bubble" on spotify, its a playlist by River (me) and I listen to it constantly so yeah)

Also!!! Go read my dnf oneshots I'm about to post a really cute fluffy one :)))