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George didn't know what to say, His Boyfriend of 3 years just Broke it all off, like it was nothing, like those 3 years he wasted being his boyfriend, and the extra 2 of being his best friend didn't matter, Sapnap just threw away George like he didn't matter, Like he never matter then assumed he would yell, wouldn't make a commotion for all the neighbors to hear, well Sapnaps wrong, George is hurt, and when he's hurt he tends to scream, he's being vulnerable with Sapnap like he's always been, But now here he is, Watching Sapnap pack his shit and walk out the door, leaving George there in pain, hurting, something George feels like he's going to have to get used to.
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The next day isn't beautiful, it's gloomy and depressing. A way someone would describe George in the state he's in right now, Gloomy and Depressed.
George does absolutely nothing that day, he's sure if he even tried, he wouldn't be able to lift a pencil, not because he has no muscle, but because he's sure that if he tried he would cry at how heavy it feels, the more he stays in bed the more he feels weak, the more he feels like he actually has no muscle.
Sapnap hasn't called nor texted, expected, but George really hoped that when he woke up Sapnap would be here, in bed with him, hugging his side, telling him how it was all a big prank and that he would never leave George, that not only is he his lover, but best friend, something can break the bond of love, but it's near impossible to break the bond of friendship, especially a 2 long one.
George knows he has to do something, that he can't lay in bed all day, especially when it stinks, but he just can't, he can't seem to get up, or drink, or eat, which he knows from past experience that it isn't a great habit to pick up on.
He finally gets up, waiting a second for the light headedness to go away from getting up too fast, something that happens a lot when he has low iron, he needs to fix that.
Heading to his kitchen he realizes how empty and quiet the place feels, it suddenly hits home how alone he is, and wipes his eyes before any tears start to form. Sapnap was the only person that George felt vulnerable around, he wasn't even that vulnerable around himself. He won't allow himself to cry, he just won't.
He quickly grabbed a banana from a bowl in his kitchen, not wasting enough time in the kitchen to think about how the bowl was one Sapnap bought and decorated.
After a couple hours of laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, there is a knock on his door, he gets up, ignoring the dizziness in his head, he hurries to the Door
‘I Knew it was a prank!” George thinks as he opens his front door, The first thing he notices is the light breeze, it goes through his hair, he’d be lying if he said it didn't feel nice, The second thing he notices is the stranger at his door, ‘That's not sapnap’ George thinks.
“Can I help you?” George said bitterly, he doesn't want to meet new strangers right now. “Oh uh- No- Yes? I heard yelling Last night and was concerned. I saw a man leave the house and I felt like you needed time, so I didn't come over straight away- especially when we don't know each other- i- Basically I just wanted to know if you're okay..?” The Blonde stranger asks.
‘Did he just move in?’ George thinks, “Uh- yea, thanks for checking in with me, yea im fine actually, did you just move in?” George asks the pretty stranger, “Uh yes actually, oh- i didn't even introduce myself” The stranger starts, letting out a beautiful little chuckle, then holding out his hand, “Im Dream.”
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George explained everything about Sapnap and Dream has done nothing but comfort George, helping him with anything George mutters, even if the task was way to overdramatic and not needed, like when he said he /Needs/ cotton candy from the store, But Dream did nothing but go to the store and get George exactly what he asked for, he even got a little extra.
George Thinks well of Dream, He loves how he helps him with whatever he desires, he's like a personal servant, But free. George thinks about how, yes, Dreams been coming over to George's house a lot, cooking for him, doing his laundry, etc, but George knows little about dream, But still somehow trusts him with his life.
Dreams cooking Pasta when George goes and sits at his bar stool, “Tell me about yourself.” George says straight away making dream turn his attention to him, putting the lid on the pasta, letting it sit.
Dream gives George a little chuckle, “what do you want to know?” Dream asks with a smirk and a lifted eyebrow, “Like everything. I barely know anything about you whilst you know basically my whole life story.” George rambles, resting his pouty face on his palm, “and by your whole life story you mean your ex being a bitch?” Dream asks, His smirk lowering, turning into a frown, and eyebrow still raising, “he wasn't a bitch…” George defends, “He broke it all off after everything was going amazingly, cold turkey. No warning no nothing, That sounds like a bitch George.” Dream says, turning to stir his pasta.
“But if you really want to know stuff about me, you need to ask questions, I suck at just telling people about myself,” he says, putting his stirring tool down, and putting the lid back on once again, turning towards George, leaning on his hands that are against the side of the stove, eyes looking at George with curiosity.
“Fine. What's your relationship with your mom like?” George curiously asks, “woah, why is me having a bad relationship with my mom a deal breaker?” Dream Says, smirking, “Yes, plus, you look like a mama's boy”
“You into mama boys?”
“If you have a good relationship with your mom then I'm in love, i feel like it just proves you’re respectful”
“Good thing me and my mom are like best friends then huh?” Dream says, His smirk never leaves his face, “I guess it is.” George replies, a faint blush spreading on his face to his neck like a wildfire, “the pasta should be done.” George points out, “right! Shit fuck” Dream replies, quickly turning around and turning off the stove making George laugh.
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George and Dream have been friends for about 5 months now, and George couldn't have been happier, he doesn't think he’d be out of bed if it was for dream. Which brings us to now, a plant shop, one dream /Insisted/ They went too.
“Why are we even here,” George asks, looking around the shop at all the flowers, ‘Pretty’ He thinks, “your house stinks, and loots dead, a pretty flower, and candle!” He starts, lifting the candle he got from the last store, up in his hands, “Will make your house look perfect!” He finishes, George thinks that if he had a tail it would be going crazy right now, “why are you persistent on making /My/ House look good” George asks, Letting his hand flow over a pretty bouquet of pink and Green? Yellow? Flowers, “Because I'm there like, 24/7, I literally have a room? I want it to look nice” Dream replies, “You know you have your own house right?” Dream asks, looking up at Dream, He loves the size and height difference, That's George's guilty pleasure.
“George don't remind me” He drags out, “I'd rather live with you then be in my own house alone, And! It's haunted! I've told you this” He says, smiling, “I'm not dumb dream, If you want to live at my house just say it, the poor excuse of it being haunted is just kind of… pathetic.” George says, smirking and shaking his head, “wait really?!” Dream asks looking down at George, He may have a guilty pleasure of his own…
“Yea, every time you bring it up it's kind of sad, especially since you literally told me you don't believe in ghost-”
“No, not that idiot!” Dream quickly interrupts, lightly slapping George on his shoulder, “oh then what?”
“About the Living with you part Idiot!”
“Oh, yea I mean, i /Hate/ being alone, you’re already there like, 24/7, nothing would change anyways” He says, picking up a pot, which is filled with Green and Blue flowers, /Pretty/ George thinks, holding onto it, “oh- yea- i mean like, Sure why not, all my stuffs there anyways,” Dream says frozen staring at the wall, “yea exactly,” George finishes, walking to put the flower pot on the cashier counter, “Are you coming?” George asks, breaking Dream out of his trance, “Of course I am” Dream replies, not being able to knock his smile off, “You and your little goofy smile,” George says, shaking his head, having a goofy smile of his own on his face.
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Dreams watching tv when George comes in, Plopping himself on the couch right next to dream, putting his head on his shoulder, “/Dream/” George Drags on with a pouty face, making Dream chuckle, “do you need anything George?” Dream asks with his goofy smile,
“Yes.”
“And what would be my pleasure of doing today?”
“Hold me.”
“Oh- yea i mean- yeah- okay- sure yes.”
“Shut up and hold me.” George says pushing dream on his back lightly, crawling into his side, Which just so happens to be warm, George puts his hand around Dreams stomach, which George learns is also warm, “You’re warm” George points out, making Dreams face flush with red, “oh- Thank you, you're cold, so I'm glad to be at service of making you warm” Dream replies, George just cuddles closer, closing his eyes, face stuffed into dreams neck.
They could get used to this.