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George rolled over on his bed, mindlessly tossing his covers off the side and readjusting his pillows. He tried to get comfortable enough to fall asleep again but to no avail- the hot, humid air wrapped around his body like snakes, sinking their teeth into his skin and constricting his lungs.
Damp skin rubbed against warm bed sheets as George shifted his body, praying to feel any semblance of cool relief in doing so.
He didn't.
Instead, he flipped his pillow around again. letting his face smack back down on the soft fabric. Another few minutes went by before the heat started to get too unbearable again.
He let out a long frustrated breath before opening his eyes to check the time. The pale blue light of his phone made the beads of sweat gathered on his forehead glisten.
2:15am
Heavy eyelids scanned his device's screen, scrolling down notifications and swiping away the ones he didn't care for. George sat up, his bare back sticking slightly to the bed sheets as he unlocked his phone, the dim white light from his messages app illuminating his tired features. The brunette opened the first chat and bit his lip in contemplation.
He typed out a message before deleting it- he did that a few times; George always does that with Dream.
No one else.
Just Dream.
After a while he huffed out in annoyance, turning off his phone and getting off the bed. He stumbled over to the window, pulling at the blinds and pushing them apart, revealing a sliver of moonlight, which helped him see where to put his feet. He shuffled across the floor, picking up his long forgotten t-shirt back up off the floor and tossing it over his head. He moved towards the door that led outside of the bedroom.
George quietly made his way across the house, silently cursing at how big the place was and how long it took to get anywhere. He stopped outside a closed white door, faint yellow light spilling out from under it.
George knocked tentatively waiting for permission to enter.
"Dream?" George called out softly.
He heard a deep hum in response.
"You still awake?" The brunette asked, placing a lithe hand on the doorknob, but before George could do anything else, the door opened, revealing a very sleepy looking Dream.
"Well, I am now." Dream's voice was deep and husky as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Oh, sorry," George felt a twang of guilt for waking the other up, "Do you want me to let you get back to it, or..?"
Dream shook his head, opening the door further, inviting George to come inside.
Immediately, the cool breeze of Dream's air conditioner hit George's tacky skin, making him sigh with content, taking in every last drop of icy blast. He walked over to Dream's bed, sitting on the edge of it and letting his back flop onto the covered mattress.
Dream, who seemed to be a little more awake now, looked over at his friend with an amused expression- his head tilted, eyebrow cocked and lips curled up into a small grin. He then made his was onto his bed sitting back down where George assumed he'd been sleeping just moments prior.
"Why are you still up?" Dream asked, leaning up against the headboard and running a hand through his hair.
“I couldn't sleep," George shrugged, wriggling his way further up the bed until his head was nestled comfortably on the cool pillows.
Dream nodded slowly, a smile still playing on his face. "You regret not getting your AC fixed yet?"
"Shut up, idiot." George rolled his eyes not wanting to admit that Dream was, once again, right about something.
Dream chuckled, sliding down the bed until he was fully laying down. The blonde rolled onto his side to face the other. They laid there in silence for what felt like forever, simply soaking in each other’s presence. Finally, though, Dream broke the silence, seeing the small goosebumps form on the other's arms.
"Is the AC too cold for you?"
George shook his head softly, "It's fine."
……
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I mean, it's better than no AC.”
"So, it is too cold." Dream had that same cocky grin on his face.
George let out a huff, a smile spreading to his face as well, "A little.”
Dream seemed very satistied with himselt at that response. He shuffled closer to George, slowly wrapping his arms around him.
"Dream," George let out a small laugh, "What are you doing?”
Dream was pressed up against him now, nuzzling his face into the crook of George's neck and his freckled arms tight around the brunette's waist, "’m making you not cold."
“You're actually such an idiot," George's voice was soft and devoid of any malice, he shook his head looking down at Dream with a fond smile. George yawned, his eyelids becoming increasingly more difficult to keep open. The rythmic whirring of Dream's air con and the cozy warmth of his body was more than enough to lull George to sleep.
“G'night, Dream." George pressed his lips to the top of Dream's head, soft curls cushioning his face.
“Mmm," Dream hummed, his eyes soon shutting too, "Night, Georgie."