”I hate that we live next eachother. But i have this weird feeling for you.” creation: 5/12/25 May 12th, 2025 3:32pm PDT

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

(You are George 😼)

Dream and George were enemies. But, their parents were friends with each-other. Which would sometimes lead to Dream having to be over at George’s house, or George being at Dreams house. They’d always ignore eachother and had a bunch of hatred towards each other.

It was a saturday morning. Dream had woken up early than usual. Just sitting by his window with the blinds open, scrolling through tiktok on his phone. Obviously, he was bored out of his mind. Sapnap wouldn’t answer his calls because he was asleep still. Badboyhalo/Bad was hanging out with Skeppy.

His only choice was.. George. His enemy. Obviously, he wouldn’t ask him because why would you ask your own enemy to hangout?

Meanwhile with George, he had just woken up. His window open to let in some of the cold air. Unaware that Dream could hear whatever happens in his room. George’s brown hair was messier than usual when he woke up. Stretching his limbs.

“What time is it?..” George mumbled to himself, looking at his alarm clock. “7:18am? That’s too early, i’m going back to sleep.” He flopped back on his bed face first. Slowly letting the bed comfort him from all his worries. Making him fall asleep fast with his pet cat on his back.

Dream had hear George mumbling to himself. Slightly peering out his window and looking at George whose hair was very messy. He slightly chuckled to himself. Snapping a quick picture of George on his bed with his messy hair. “So cu- Wait. What am i thinking?!-“ He quickly said, catching himself before realizing what he was about to say. Why did he feel this way towards his literal ENEMY?

Every time he’d see George, he’d feel this weird feeling in his stomach. Which was very unusual to him because whenever he’d see an enemy of his he would look at them with pure hatred in his eyes. But this time, it was different. Dream hadn’t noticed that he’d been looking at George for quite awhile now.

But he finally realized and looked away, closing his window blinds to make himself stop looking at him. “God.. What am I feeling? That’s my enemy? not a lover.” He spoke to himself, pacing back and forth in his room left to right to right to left.