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"No, Dream I can't do this," George panicked, quickly stepping on the breaks.
"Come on, dude. It's fine. We've practiced before." Dream reminded him.
"But this is different," he whined.
"No, not really."
"Ugh, stop being a smartass,"
"Stop being a coward." George leaned down and smacked his forehead on the steering wheel.
"Stop," George groaned loudly. Dream laughed.
To him, this whole situation was hilarious. It reminded him so much of when he'd trained George to speedrun in Minecraft. George would whine and make a fuss, and Dream would have to swoop in and 'save the day'.
"Look, all you have to do is step on the gas, but make sure you have enough gas."
"Dream, that's too much gas."
"Let me finish. All you have to do after that is make sure you're below the speed limit." Dream finished.
"You over-simplified that," George mumbled.
"Yeah, but that's all the important stuff. We talked about the complicated stuff earlier."
It might've taken half an hour, but Dream ended up convincing George to keep trying. Granted, he only tried for about 5 minutes, but he was trying none the less. Let's just say George figured out how to jake brake and was horrified the rest of the time.
When they were driving home, Dream let George fiddle with the radio and AC. They were both thoroughly entertained for the entire ride.
Once they arrived home, George spotted Bad and Sapnap exploding cheese hotdogs in the microwave out of the corner of his eye. It was probably Sapnap's idea, but they were both having a good time. Dream and George didn't join. Rather, they sat on the couch and tuned into a re-run of an old Simpson's episode.
"Did you have a good day?" Dream asked.
"No."