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George stretched further, trying to reach the stupid jar. It was just olives for fuck’s sake. He was on his tip toes and he still wasn’t tall enough. He heard muffled laughter from the doorway, and turned around, glaring. “If it’s so funny why don’t YOU come and get them down for me?” He said. “Dude, there’s a step stool RIGHT there.” Dream said as he walked in. “I refuse.” George replied. Dream laughed, reaching up and grabbing the jar for him. “This one?” He asked. George nodded, taking it from him. “Yeah.” He said, adding a quieter “thanks” at the end of it. “Not a problem. You’re just lucky I got in here before Sapnap did.” Dream joked, nudging the smaller man with his elbow. George rolled his eyes. He knew exactly how Sapnap would’ve reacted. Probably just laugh and watch him struggle instead of helping. To be fair, they were also pretty close in height. “Oh yes, so lucky. My knight in shining armor.” George said, rolling his eyes. “Why was it all the way up there, anyway? I’m the only one who could reach them.” Dream asked. George shrugged. “Probably Sapnap or Karl messing with us or something, I dunno.” He was now focused on trying to get the damn thing OPEN. It was personal at this point. The jar was absolutely laughing at him. Totally not just stuck or anything, nope. It had a grudge on him for no reason whatsoever. “Do you need help-“ “No.” George brushed Dream off, telling himself he’d at least get it open by himself. After a few minutes, Dream simply took it from him and popped it open. “Jeez, dude. I’m not gonna laugh at you for asking for my help, y’know.” He said as he handed it back over. George huffed. “Yeah yeah, thanks for opening it or whatever.” He said, heading back to the living room. “I was gonna watch a movie, if you and your very uncooperative jar of olives want to join me.” Dream called after him. George glanced over his shoulder. “Hm…” He murmured, pretending to think about it. “Okay.” He finally said, following Dream back to his room. “So, what movie?”
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George woke up in the morning to a ceiling that was not his. He was only confused for a moment before he remembered last night. He’d fallen asleep in Dream’s room. Not an unusual occurance lately, if he was being honest with himself. Dream lay next to him, snoring. He watched the sleeping brunette, smiling slightly. “Dream… Dream, wake up.” He said softly, nudging his friend. Dream snorted, then opened his eyes. “Huh? Oh, hey…” He murmured, his voice scratchy as it usually was in the mornings. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?” He asked. George rolled over, grabbing his phone from the side table. “8:24.” He said, getting up out of bed. Dream smiled at him. “What?” George asked. “Your hair’s a wreck.” The taller man replied, amused. “Oh shut up.” George said with an eye roll, heading to the bathroom in the hall. “My turn to make breakfast!” Sapnap called through the house. He was always the earliest riser out of the three. They had a rotating schedule on who made food for the house, which they’d set up after they had a fight about it the first week. Tuesdays were Sapnap’s. He was a pretty decent cook, too. They joked that it was the Texan in him. George brushed his teeth, listening to the sounds of Dream getting up and Sapnap getting out the pans. He loved this house. He loved being able to live with his closest friends. Being alone in the UK hadn’t been great for his mental health. The depression was only exacerbated by how isolated he had felt. He walked out of the bathroom just as Sapnap’s phone started ringing. With the way Sapnap answered, he knew it was Karl. There was always a bit of a tone shift whenever they spoke versus the way Sapnap spoke to his friends. “HEY GUYS?” Sapnap yelled. “What’s up, man?” Dream called back. “Is it okay if Karl comes over for breakfast?” George and Dream looked at each other and nodded. “Yeah, that’s cool!” George replied. They both came into the kitchen, sitting down. Karl was in town for the week for a couple of in-person streams, and Sapnap spent every spare second with him. When the doorbell rang, Dream went to get it. “Hey, Karl. Come on in.”
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After breakfast, everyone kind of went to do their own thing. Sapnap and Karl took off, George did the dishes, and Dream sat in the living room. He was scrolling through netflix as per the usual. “Hey George!” He called, poking his head into the kitchen. George turned off the water for a second, turning around slightly. “Yeah?” he asked. “Been thinking about cutting my hair. What do you think.” George groaned. “Do not. Unless it’s like, bothering you. I like your hair.” He replied, crossing his arms. Dream laughed. “Okay, okay. Message received. I’m gonna go watch that show I put on the list forever ago.” He said, heading back into the living room. George chuckled, going back to the dishes. He hoped they’d never move away from each other. He had to admit, sometimes he thought of Dream as maybe more than just his friend. But for now, this was good. This was enough.
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When Karl and Sapnap got back later, George and Dream were sitting on the couch watching their show. “Hey you two!” Sapnap said, using George’s head as an arm rest. George scooted away, knocking Sapnap off balance. Karl laughed. “Hi Dream, hey George.” He said. Dream snickered. “So how did your day go?” He asked them. Karl sat down in a chair near the sofa. “Oh it was good, Sapnap took me to that new store down the road.” He responded. Sapnap started talking about it, and by the way he was talking you’d think he’d taken Karl on a real date. Yeah, as if. Sapnap would never say anything even close to admitting his crush on that boy in a million years. Before George knew it, he was drifting off again. His friends always called him a hypersomniac. Always sleeping through streams and that type of thing. He fell asleep to his friends chattering around him.