Chapter 5- Stream?

Dream POV:

I woke up to a familiar voice. "Clayy, wake up!"

"5 more minutes, mom..." I groggily managed to mutter.

"CLAY! You're going to miss your flight to Brighton. Wake. Up."

It was at this point that I realized two things. One, I didn't live with my mom anymore. Two, That wasn't my mom's voice either way.

I shot up from my position on the couch to see George staring at me, looking like he was trying to not burst out laughing. Wait, George? Wasn't I going to miss my flight? How am I here?

Slowly, everything came together as George suddenly burst out laughing, not being able to control the urge anymore. I blushed a deep shade of crimson as I stared at him.

"You. heard. nothing." I tried saying with the angriest expression I could make.

George was clutching his stomach so hard laughing, I thought he'd rip his intestines out.

I nervously giggled as I looked at my lap, just realising that I was on a couch.

shit. I fell asleep here yesterday.

My eyes widened. "I'M SO SORRY GEORGE. I DIDN'T MEAN TO FALL ASLEEP HERE-"

"It's" he started wheezing again, looking at my petrified expression, or what I thought was a petrified expression. "It-It's o-o-o-oka-" He decided he couldn't stand it anymore (no pun intended) so he sat on the floor and continued laughing, then somehow managed to get a full sentence out. "It's okay, Clay. I could tell you were tired."

Well, It wasn't like I expected him to scream at me for falling asleep on his couch, but I was still somehow relieved. I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding in.

George was finally starting to calm down, wiping the tears from his eyes as he did. "So, Clay...What do you wanna do today?" (that didn't rhyme, k? IT DIDN'T)

"Eat. I'm Hungry."

"You wanna eat all day?"

"yes."

"...Hm...How about we start with breakfast? Go clean up, I have to go to the grocery store."

"I'll wait for you Gerogie~"

"Mhm. Bye." He pushed me into a bathroom, a light blush on his cheeks.

"You do realize I need my brush, right?"

"Go get it then." He suddenly started looking really flustered and started walking to the door, hiding his face, which I guessed was cherry red. I didn't say anything, though I couldn't help my smirk as I headed in the opposite direction to get my brush. (and towel and clothes and blabla nobody cares, we're here for the ship)

(POV CHANGE CUZ I WANNA)

TRUMP POV:

"I heard Geroge and Dream moved in together."

"They did, sir."

"You know what to do."

"Yes sir."

(HAH JKJK HE ISN'T IN DIS...unless???)

GEORGE POV:

I walked over to the grocery store, occasionally patting my pocket to make sure my wallet was still there. Waving to my favorite cashier and friend, Charlie as I went, and greeted with a warm smile in return. I blindly shuffled around, looking for anything I might need, and when I couldn't find anything, I just took any cheap thing to fill my bag.

I didn't really have to go to the grocery store, I just wanted to get away from Dream at the moment.

Why did that fluster me so much? It doesn't do as much as make me blush when I'm on a call with him, but in real life, his flirting makes me a flustered mess? Is he simply that-

I don't know, dominating? In real life? Or was something actually somehow going on-

Oh my god, George. You're not gay. Shut up.

I sighed, now with a filled bag, and started heading to Charlie's counter.

"Heyo George!"

"Hey, Charles..." There was a smile on my face.

"You look tired. Something bothering you?" He questioned with a rare frown, diverting his gaze from my food to me.

"Eh, its nothing really...Just work." I lied. I wasn't about to tell him I may like guys.

A.N. What do ya'll think? Is he gonna be a good friend or a villain? (¬‿¬)

"Tell you what, my shift is gonna end after probably two more people. Do you wanna hang out after that?"

I was surprised, to say the least. I'd known him for years, but he never asked me to hang out.

"Mm...sure, I'll wait outside."

"See you then, Georgie!"

I internally flinched at the nickname.

Why can't people not call me that-

It was fine though, not like a stranger just called me Georgie...

There was a weird feeling at the pit of my stomach. (you guys have no idea how long I spent debating whether I should write 'sinking feeling' or this. At one point, I thought I should remove the whole friggin sentence-)

Was I sick or something? Maybe I should go home...

But I already promised Charlie I was going with him...I guess I'll get through it then. I leaned against the wall and texted Clay, telling him I'd be back a little late since I was hanging out with a friend. I started scrolling through Reddit while I waited. Three people shouldn't take too long...

I stood there for what felt like five minutes (but was actually half an hour, something I checked later) before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey, sorry for being late. I got held up."

I was confused but said "It's no biggie" anyway.

(AN. I thought of making timeskips twice in this chap. both times, I changed my mind. Third time's the charm)

-Time Skip Bought To You By My Storytelling-

I frowned as I walked home. The rays of the setting sun fell in stripes through the trees above me. We'd ended up going to the park and getting food along the way. Everything told me it was a normal hangout but I just felt something was off. The feeling at the pit of my stomach wasn't going away. I shrugged it off.

Nothing to worry about. I've got a baby to take care of at home.

The frown slipped off my face, being replaced by a smile just by the thought of seeing Clay again. Would he even be home? He could've gone out too, for all I knew.

I had my keys on me, but being too tired and lazy to get them, I knocked on the door and waited.

No response.

I guess he isn't home then.

Just as I was about to grab the keys, the door opened revealing none other than Dream.

He was wearing a familiar blue hoodie. "You took my hoodie?"

"I took your hoodie. Also, I'm streaming right now, so get in would you?"

I pushed past him into the house and collapsed on the couch, groaning.

"Do you need anything?" He looked at me, a little concerned.

"Nah, just tired. Go finish your stream."

He shrugged and retreated to the room with my setup. Wow, he's using my setup.

Well, of course he is. He can't bring his entire setup over. I groaned again and stretched, suddenly very tired. Before I even got comfortable, knowing that I was going to sleep on the couch tonight, I fell asleep.

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A/N- I know that's the best last sentence ever, ya don't have to tell me.

ANYWAY, Sorry there's pretty much no interaction between George and Dream this chapter. I just felt like starving you people. The next chapter will have interaction no worries. Cya Then And Ty For Reading! <3

-Coré

SHIT I FORGOT-

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