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It was dark and rain was pouring through the gaps of blue in the sky.
There were a few people around but the campus was mostly empty and Dream walked to his dorm having been disappointed that he wasn’t placed with one of his friends. When he got there the door read “Welcome Dream and George! Room 29A”.
He stared at the sign before walking in. “George” evidently had not arrived yet as the room was empty, Dream took advantage of this and claimed a side of the room and the wardrobe leaving the other boy the dresser and drawers to store his clothes.
Dream had no idea who this George guy was and nor did his friends. When he asked reception they just said he might be late as he was flying in from abroad, he wasn’t over the moon with the situation but it could be worse so he didn’t make too much of a fuss.
After a while of unpacking clothes, pictures and various posters he heard something,
“Hey, you in here?” came a shaky, accented voice from outside. He turned around and the fear on the boy’s face was unmissable, “O-oh. Hello.” Dream stood up and the boy’s eyes widened even more so than they already were,
“Hello?” Dream looked at him intrigued, he wasn’t as tall as him, 5’9”, 5’10” maybe. He looked incredibly nervous and appeared to be shaking a little too. He had shorter brown hair that just covered his eyes and was holding two large suitcases and also had a school backpack on. Dream assumed this was George, “You must be George,” the dark-haired boy nodded,
“Who are you?”
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The two got settled into their dorm and seemed to get on rather well for people who had only just met, George was also a lot calmer now. They had gotten to talk a lot while they were unpacking and Dream learned that George was from England,
“Yeah it was like a 7-hour flight and the guy sitting next to me snored so loud,” George said as he chuckled, “I wish I were joking,”
“That sucks,” Dream normally doesn’t take to new people very well but George seemed okay in his eyes. Turns out they both already go here, they just hadn’t bumped into each other last year due to different friends and interests, “Yeah I live about an hour and a half away in the car so it wasn’t that much hassle to get here,” he said as he helped George with folding some shirts.
They talked more about pets, hobbies and a bunch of other such
things until about 3 in the morning, they didn't realise the time but neither really minded because they weren’t that tired. Dream went to bed first but couldn’t sleep because as the night went on he increasingly got more nervous. George just couldn’t sleep because of jetlag. He continued to put up pictures in the dark but ended up going to sleep about half an hour later. Dream watched him for the most part but pretended to be asleep whenever he turned around.
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“Hey, you up?” Dream poked George lightly on the arm, “It’s 11:45, you’ve missed breakfast,” his eyes opened a little as Dream peered down on him,
“Hm?” George’s voice was all raspy and it took Dream by surprise a little, he walked off to go and change into some nicer clothes for the day while George woke up,
“I figured I’d let you be because you didn’t go to sleep until really late,” Dream said while putting on some dark green socks with mice on them,
“Oh, probably best I missed breakfast anyway,” George says in a still raspy voice. It was kind of cute but Dream pushed that thought straight out of his mind. Dream looked at him confused, “I don’t really have many friends here to socialise with,”
“I’m your friend aren’t I?” Dream said. He didn’t want to sound desperate but he didn’t want George to feel like he is on his own,
“I suppose you are,” George smiled at him and sat up brushing his hair out of his face. It stood up a little bit at the back but he didn’t notice.
He started checking his phone and replied to his mum saying he got here safe, “I take it you have a lot of friends here already,” he looked up, “I’ve heard about you before I think,” George had actually heard a lot last year about Dream, not bad things necessarily but enough,
“Yeah a few,” Dream said, George looked kind of apologetic as if to say ‘sorry you’re stuck with me’, “I can introduce you to them if you’d like?” George looked away and out of the window,
“Yeah that would be nice,” he said with a small smile.
The day was ice cold and took most people by surprise as it was sunny and looked warm outside. Funny how the world can lie to you too.
The campus was still mostly empty but this time George and Dream were walking through the main courtyard. It was a big green area and was quite sunny there.
Dream had already arranged to meet with his friends and decided that there would be no harm in taking George along too. The boy had the look of fear and nerves on his face again, Dream could tell he didn’t like meeting new people very much. He gave some reassuring words and told him that they were all quite nice but his face was still mostly drained of colour.
“Dream! Wow it’s the man himself,” shouted a voice from farther away,
“Shut up Tommy,” said another, “You’re being embarrassing,”
There were 3 boys walking towards where the two boys were standing waiting whom George did not recognise in the slightest. They were all tall and had similar facial features but yet they all looked so different,
“Hello,” one said, directed at Dream. He had curly, brown hair and wore a large, yellow sweater. He shuffled as he spoke, “This is Tommy, our younger brother. He joined this year and now he thinks he is the alpha male” he said with a chuckle.
The boy called Tommy beamed at the introduction and the remaining boy rolled his eyes. Tommy noticed George standing there and said hello, assuming he was just one of his brothers' friends,
“Hello Wilbur,” Dream said. George looked at the other boy, “This is George,” he gestured to his roommate,
“Um hi,” He couldn’t have looked more scared if he tried,
“This is Wilbur, he is in our year, Techno who is in the year above and Tommy who appears to be in the year below,” George just nodded. Wilbur waved but the older looking boy out of the three looked impatient and evidently wanted to leave. He had long pink hair and was built like an athlete, he looked out of place with the other two sticks,
“I’m going to go, Bad said he wanted something doing with his PC, nice meeting you both,” he smiled at the two and walked off briskly. Tommy and Wilbur remained with Dream and George, they talked a lot about nothing, how George isn’t new but has met practically no one, how they are roommates which is kind of strange considering they had never met then Tommy said how the same thing happened to him and this guy called Tubbo. They talked about family and all that too,
“Fun fact,” said Wilbur, “Me and Techno are actually twins,” George's jaw dropped slightly and Tommy rolled his eyes as if he has heard the story a million times before, “Yeah it’s true! The only reason we are in different grades is because he was born August 31st at like 11:48 and I'm born 26 minutes later on September 1st 00:14,” George looks dumbfounded and Dream and Wilbur can't help but laugh.
After a while, they had to go but George got Wilbur’s number and he said to text him if he needed anything so he considered that a new friend in the bag. Wilbur seemed genuinely nice but he didn’t give too much away about himself unlike Tommy who could just ramble for days about things he has done,
“That wasn’t too bad was it?” Dream chuckles as they walk. George looks up from the ground,
“What do you mean?”
“Not saying you looked scared but I can safely say you have regained all colour in your face,” Dream said with a smile, George was slightly taken aback by the remark and playfully pushed Dream away as they were walking back to the main hall for lunch,
“Hey, I have just undergone a trans-Atlantic migration and you are going to make fun of me huh?” George laughed,
The lunch hall was packed full of people and George had just realised that he was starving considering having slept through breakfast.
He knew that mealtimes were probably going to be more of some kind of social event than he was used to so he tried to find Wilbur or Tommy to keep himself from burdening Dream even more but Tommy was with his freshman friends and Wilbur just wasn’t there at all.
He really didn’t want to sit on his own so he stayed with Dream. He made a mental note to apologise later.
When they both got to a table they were accompanied by three other boys who Dream seemed to know and George unsurprisingly didn’t
“Hey what’s up Dream,” said the tallest one, he had light brown hair and was wearing a colourful sweater. It was kind of ugly in George’s opinion because the colours clashed a little, then again George couldn’t see most colours so he couldn’t really pass a judgement, it seemed to suit the boy though, “Who’s this?” he said pointing to him
“Oh this is George,” Dream looked at him to introduce himself,
“Hi, I’m George yeah,” the shortest boy nodded and kind of stared at him, George pushed his hair out of his eyes while looking around the table kind of panicked.
“C’mon let’s do names, for all of our benefits,” Dream said with a clap and George couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, “Sap you go first,” one of the boys looked up from his food,
“Oh um okay,” he put his fork down, “Hi I’m Nick, or better known as Sapnap,” Sapnap said. He had jet black hair and wore a bandana to keep it out of his eyes, he looked around the same height as the brown-haired boy but couldn’t tell. He glanced over at the guy next to him,
“I’m Karl,” said sweater boy. He looked at George, “Just Karl is fine,” he smiled,
“I’m Alex or Quackity,” said the last boy quickly, he had dark hair but it was hard to tell as a large, blue beanie was covering it. He wouldn’t make eye contact with George and sounded a bit nervous or flustered, George couldn’t really tell but he didn’t really make a note of it.
“I’m Dream but you already know me, I’ve known Sap since we were like 10 I think?” he looks over at Sapnap for reassurance and he nods in agreement, “And yeah and
I’ve known Karl and Quack since last year,”
“That’s pretty cool,” George nods trying not to look at anyone for too long,
After a while of talking and eating George excuses himself and goes back to his room because he decided he wasn’t feeling that hungry anymore. “Probably nerves,” he told himself.
When he got there he just kind of slumped in the bathroom. It’s not like anything bad had happened, he just felt like they were Dream’s friends and he was invading.
He only had one friend here that he had made last year that he didn’t even keep contact with so he felt bad for having to tag along with Dream. Nevertheless, he had decided that his new-found friends were Dream, Wilbur and Karl mainly because they had not been sceptical or weird when they saw him.
They were all nice enough but Quackity just stared at him and it made George a little uncomfortable, he decided it was probably because he had never seen him before.
George checked his phone and he had a missed call from his sister. He decided he would call her back later. He also got a text from Dream. George looked confused because he didn’t really expect to actually get texts from any of these people. It said, “hey where r u?”. George just replied with “I went back to our room haha” and then he put his phone down.
He didn’t really know what to think about any of this because he didn’t expect to make friends, let alone on the first few days but people were talking to him and weren’t ignoring him so progress.
He just sat there for a few minutes texting his sister then Dream knocked,
“You don’t have to knock you know, it’s your room too,” and again he felt the pang of guilt as Dream came through the door,
“Yeah but I don’t know what you’re doing in here,” he looked at George, “what are you doing down there,” he chuckled and held out a hand for him to get up. George took it and he pulled himself up. Their hands lingered, “everything okay?”
For a second a million thoughts ran through George’s head as he looked into Dream’s eyes. He didn’t want to tell him because it would make him feel bad so in that split second he just looked away and said,
“Yeah. Yeah everything’s good,” Dream looked a little sceptical and could tell that George was lying but decided not to further the issue because it wasn’t really his business to get into and he didn’t want to piss off his roommate on the second day of them being friends, “You’re friends are nice,” George added. He meant it and he wanted to tell Dream, “Thank you,” then he smiled at him.
Dreams face lit up as something popped into his head,
“Oh yeah about that!” he said suddenly enthusiastically, “Karl wanted your number but I just wanted to check with you if I could give it to him, just if you need anything you have it I guess,” George looked thoroughly confused. Dream took notice, “You know? Brown hair, ugly sweater,” George knew who he was on about (was also relieved someone else thought his sweater was ugly) but why would Karl want his number? He pretended he was confused about that and nodded at Dream,
“Oh yeah he can have it, don't worry about asking me,” He was actually quite taken aback that Dream had asked, “as long as you're not giving it to a serial killer I’m good,” He laughed,
“Perfect, I can give it to you now and you can text him or I can just send it to him?” he asked,
“Just send it to him,” George said, he really didn’t feel like coming up with a “first message” right now,
“Ok cool,”
About 5 minutes after Dream sent the number, George got a message from Karl,
“Jesus that was quick,” he said quietly.
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Dream was sitting on his bed scrolling through Twitter and George was unpacking a box that had arrived in shipping an hour earlier. His suitcases only had clothes and very important photos in them but the box had other random things like posters, his PC, shoes and his CD player along with his ever-growing collection of discs. As he was lining them all up on the shelf, counting and making sure that they were all there, Dream had walked over and was looking at them,
“Who are those bands?” he asked. George jumped as he had not heard him come over, “Sorry,” Dream said over George’s shoulder still inspecting the shelf,
“They’re mostly English bands,” he said with a hint of pride in his voice. Dream picked up a case, it read ‘Oasis Greatest Hits’ and he flipped it over to look at the tracklist. George looked at Dream and his face lit up, “Excellent choice,” he said pointing to the case, “you’ve got taste,” he turned back to the shelf and plugged in the CD player,
“I have never heard of these people,” said Dream, he looked very confused, “Why are the song names so weird?” George laughed at him, “Wonderwall, Champagne Supernova?” Dream muttered, ‘what does that even mean?’ he thought,
“Look, give it here,” said George, taking the case from him and popping the CD into the player. He skipped a few tracks until he found the one he wanted, “Aha!” he said in triumph. Dream looked a little less enthusiastic but saw that George looked happiest right now than he had seen at all since Dream had met him so he went along with it.
The opening bars of the song played and Dream nodded his head along to the beat and when the lyrics kicked in George put on this big, fake, over-dramatic act and held his fist to his mouth as if it were a microphone,
“Slip inside the eye of your mind, don’t you know you might find,” George sang while Dream laughed with him. George looked down to him and lowered his voice as part of the act, “A better place to play,”
George looked up again and bopped around the room to the rest of the verse while Dream looked in astonishment,
“Not bad, not bad,” he said smiling,
“Just wait until the chorus,” George said smirking as he hyped himself up for it,
‘So I start a revolution from my bed,
'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head,
Step outside, summertime's in bloom,’
‘Stand up beside the fireplace’ George mouthed, ‘Take that look from off your face,’ he pointed to Dream while doing this odd Freddie Mercury style dance move, ‘cus you ain’t gunna burn my heart ouu-out’ a small guitar riff played and Dream grinned at him before George went full out,
“AND SOOOO SALLY CAN WAIT,” he sang as he jumped up “SHE KNOWS IT'S TOO LATE, AS WE’RE WALKING ON BY,” he grabbed Dreams hands and pulled him up to share the energetic moment with him, “Her soul slides away,” he sang before dying down a bit, “But don't look back in anger,” he puts a hand to his heart, “I heard you say,” electric guitar begins to play slower as the song goes into the 3rd verse and George and Dream danced until the song ends