"Shh- I don't wanna talk," Dream shushed the brunette, smiling as he held him in his arms, "I just wanna dance; enjoy the moment," The two danced together as they waited for Sapnap to get home. What would happen if Sapnap walked in on the two "claimed to be platonic" best friends dancing together? Dream could only imagine the comments he'd get from his friend. George relished the idea of it. He knew he'd surely be embarrassed and would deny any claimed feelings thrown at him, but he'd enjoy it. He'd enjoy it because him and Dream wouldn't be the only two that knew there was definitely something going on between the two, and that made the brunette ecstatic.

I loved him. Being in love with someone toxic for you fucking sucks. He'd hurt me, then apologize, break me, then hold me. It wastoxic.. But it was the most real love I'd ever had. He was my everything and I was his. I don't think I'll ever let you go and I will stop at NOTHINGuntil I bring you back...

[Discontinued do to Techo's passing]

I'm going to be creating fictional diseases and then short stories behind each fictional disease. Feel free to use these ideas at your own will, all I ask is that if you do use them to please give credit, thanks!

Have you ever felt like you just don't belong the way everyone else does? Or you just don't fit in the same way everyone else does? This story expressed a young teenager's experience in finding themselves throughout their high school years and how it's not pretty,