Both of You | Part 2 of the Steven Universe Series

Chapter 2

"I had this super weird dream and it made me catch feelings for him. I need help." George chewed his cuticle as he spoke, then wiped the spit on his jeans.

"He's coming over in a few minutes if you wanna join? We were just gonna smoke or something."

"You know I don't smoke unless I'm really stressed or sad."

"Aren't you stressed?"

"Not enough to smoke, I don't think." George could really use a blunt right then, but he was trying to stay away from weed.

"Well, you don't have to I guess." Nick paused. "Dream's here."

George listened in jealousy as Nick and Dream greeted each other. They were much closer than him and Dream. "Okay, I'll stop by."

"Want me to tell him?"

George heard a faint 'tell who what?' and knew Dream was already curious. "Just tell him I'm done with homework and I'm on my way."

"George is done with homework and is coming over."

Before George could say another word, Nick hung up.

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When George knocked on Nicks front door, Dream opened it as if he owned the place.

"Hey." Dream leaned on the doorway and crossed his arms.

"Are you gonna let me in?" George didn't mean to have a tone, and when he saw Dreams expression switch, his heart fell.

"Yeah I don't think so."

"I didn't-"

The blonde got close to George, their faces inches apart, Dream glaring through his hair. "Don't ever take a tone with me again."

Georges stomach flipped over and his throat tightened. "Y-yes sir."

Dream moved back and smirked. "Good boy."

George quickly tried to wipe the shocked, yet aroused look off his face when Nick came from behind Dream.

"You okay?" He asked when he saw Georges ditzy expression.

"I- I'm good." George looked up at Dream, who still looked pleasured from the older boy's disarray.

That stupid smile is gonna get me in so much trouble.

"Alright.. Anyways, don't wait outside." Nick shoved Dream aside and grabbed Georges wrist, leading him to his bedroom, Dream following.

"So, you here to smoke?" Dream asked when they reached the bedroom.

George scratched the back of his neck, fearing that Dream would make fun of him for being too 'pussy' to have a joint. "Um,"

"He's here for love advice or something." Sapnap chimed in.

George had déjà vu from his dream. "No, nothing like that."

"Aw, George has a crush?" Dream taunted.

"Shut up." George glared at Dream.

He fucking knows, that fucking dickhead.

"Don't give me that look." Dream knew he was out of place, but couldn't bring himself to shatter his ego.

Nick handed George a lit joint. "You need this."

With a roll of his eyes, George took the joint and wasted no time getting in a few puffs. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes after taking a nice hit. "You're killing me."