@GeorgeNotFound
I don't know what a @Wish_I_Was_The_Disco is, stop saying we're the same thing.
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@Sapnap
The embarrassment has set in. You aren't mad at me, remember?
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@chiccennuggies
Lmao George said 😳✌🏼
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@DefinitelyNotDying(inLA)
George, you can't just disown your account because you did something embarrassing.
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     @GeorgeNotFound
     Don't even know what you're talking about,
Literally said we aren't the same thing
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"George?" Nick called, knocking on George's bedroom door. He had gone upstairs after breakfast and never came back down. "You alive?"

George responded with a loud, muffled groan. He'd thrown off Dream's hoodie and buried himself under his duvet, swearing to never show his face again.

"You better be dressed, I'm coming in," Nick warned, slowly opening the door. The first thing Nick noticed was Dream's hoodie, crumpled on the floor. It took him a moment to realise that the mess of covers on George's bed also contained George.

"Realisation just hit you, huh?" Nick asked, sitting himself on the edge of the bed. The George bundle whined. "I'd help but I have to head home soon, I promised a stream." The George bundle huffed. "You don't have to join the stream today, I think they'll understand." Nick reassured, patting the bundle and hoping he didn't touch anything weird.

The George bundle hummed and then shuffled for a moment before George's head poked out, cheeks red. "Tell the stream I died in a horrible accident." He said before burying himself again. Nick laughed.

"It's not that bad," Nick reassured, watching as the bundle shuffled again. George's head poked out, giving Nick a sceptical look. Nick laughed again. "Okay, maybe it's a little bad but it was mostly my fault."

George deadpanned. "Yes. It was." Nick realised he shouldn't have said that.

"Hey, you said you weren't mad at me!" Nick reminded, backing away. For someone wrapped in a duvet, George looked adequately threatening. "I gave you the opportunity to see them live and to meet them in the first place so surely that cancels it out." He reasoned desperately, backing away slowly.

"Cancels out giving them a folder of my art - that probably has countless pictures of me and Dream being romantic - and telling Dream that I have read loads of fan fiction about him?" George asked, slowly advancing on Nick.

"Yes?" Nick asked hopefully, standing from the bed and beginning to back towards the door. When George stood, Nick helplessly scrambled for the handle and ran.

Nick was already in his car by the time George reached his front door. He finally gave up, still bundled in his duvet, and closed the door. When he reached the couch, he flopped onto it, making sure to gather the duvet around him so that only his head was visible.

A soft meow caught his attention and he looked over to see Cat watching him quizzically. "Hey baby," he cooed, freeing one arm to reach out. The cat walked forward to nuzzle against his hand, purring. George was reminded of the day before, Dream leaning into his hand.

He groaned loudly, startling Cat. "Sorry," George murmured "I'm a mess at the moment." He explained, as if Cat could understand him. George sighed, right as his phone buzzed. He pulled it out to see a twitter notification.

@Dreamishot started following you.

George huffed out a laugh and opened his phone, clicking on twitter.

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4/11/19

@GeorgeNotFound
Nice username
11:29am

@Dreamishot
Is it wrong?
11:29am

@GeorgeNotFound
Nope 😳
11:34am
Seen

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George decided to finally look at what Nick had posted properly - he'd gotten to the video of him in the restroom and promptly thrown his phone across the room the first time.

George flicked through the photos relatively quickly, embarrassment still painfully fresh, until he reached the last video. He looked confused for a moment before the realisation set in.

"No, nope, absolutely not." George decided, sitting up from his bundle and leaving his phone in it. He was hungry anyways.

He searched the fridge, then the freezer and finally the cupboards but they were all void of anything George found appealing. So, after retrieving his phone, he set out to walk to a nearby café.

It was nice out, which did not fit his mood at all. The sky was relatively clear and the air was still and it wasn't all too cold, though George still wished he'd grabbed a hat to go with his coat.

But it was doing George good. He could feel the aching cloud of embarrassment begin to fade. The consequences of his actions didn't seem so harsh any more. And, at the bottom of his tea, George found peace.

Until his phone went off again.

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4/11/19

Snapmap
Double checking you don't wanna be on Stream
11:53am
Bc I'm gonna start at like 12:30
11:53am

Georg
Uuhhhhhhgggggggg
11:54am
I don't want to
11:54am

Snapmap
But?
11:55am

Georg
I don't trust you and the stream alone
11:55am

Snapmap
So you'll come?
11:55am

Georg
Ew no
11:55am
But, I'll be on stream
11:56am

Snapmap
You aren't funny
11:56am

Georg
Says you
11:57am
I gotta get home first tho
11:57am

Snapmap
Mk, text me when you're back
11:58am
Seen

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And with that, George started on his way home. He spent most of the walk mentally preparing himself for the wrath of the twitch chat.

After messaging Nick, George took a moment to clear the background of his facecam, neatly placing Dream's hoodie out of sight. He sat at his desk and loaded up minecraft, accepting the call.

"Alright, what're we doing today?" George asked, jumping around Sapnap.

"Hang on, I'm putting your facecam in..." Sapnap replied. "There, can y'all see him?" George waited for a moment.

The donations sounded, followed by Sapnap's laugh.

"Dream is hot says: tell George he's pretty. George, you're pretty." George laughed out a thank you, hopping away to the house.

The stream actually wasn't too bad. George had almost entirely forgotten why he'd been nervous. Then it happened.

"Fleep floop says: so we're not talking about the thread? Mk, alright." Sap laughed. "George, do you want to take this one?"

"Correct, we're not talking about the thread." George stated, busy mining.

"Cat cat says: I think we should talk about the thread." Sapnap's laughter was drowned out by George's response.

"I think we shouldn't." He said, staring at the camera.

"Chiccen nuggies - nice username - says: we're gonna talk about it anyways. So that last video? And then the eyes emoji thing," George groaned. The chat had blown up with 'George in Dream's hoodie 😳', 'the height difference tho', 'the sQUEEZE' and various similar comments.

"Fine!" George groaned. "Yes, that's me in Dream's hoodie. I was cold and he's chivalrous. Yes, Dream is taller than me. No, I'm not short, I'm the average height. Yes, Dream hugged me tighter when I was about to let go. No, I didn't know Sapnap was taking the video." George listed off each point on his fingers. "Any more questions?"

"Dream is hot says: did you enjoy it?" Sapnap read off with a knowing grin. George assumed it was because Sapnap knew just how much he'd enjoyed it.

"Yes, of course I enjoyed it. He gives good hugs." George slowly got quieter, cheeks going pink.

"Chat doesn't believe you actually wore Dream's hoodie." Sapnap pushed, scanning through the comments.

"That- thats literally me in the video?" George stated, confused. "What more could they need?"

"I think they want to see-" Sap was interrupted by the donation noise "Dream is hot says: put on the hoodie or it didn't happen." George threw up his hands in defeat.

"Fine!" George stood up, walking off camera to grab the hoodie and pulling it on. He sat back down in the chair, arms crossed. "Happy?" It was quiet for a bit as Sap read the chat. Then the donations chimed again.

"Dream is hot says: very, you look good. This guy is full on simping for you, George." Sap laughed. He put on a fake voice "George, you're pretty. George, you look good. George, pay attention to me. Love me, George." George laughed.

"You know people are totally gonna clip that, right?" Sapnap laughed.

"They're also gonna clip me calling Dream hot." Sap shrugged with a grin.

It calmed again after that, George only having to answer the occasional, mundane question. He relaxed again, confident that the worst of it was over. At least for now.

As Sapnap was closing of the stream, he was interrupted by the donations again. "George, your simp says to check your Twitter DMs you idiot. Their words, not mine." George rolled his eyes with a smile but promised to do so as they signed off. George and Nick stayed on the call.

"So, you know this 'Dream is hot' guy?" Nick asked, clicking on the guys twitter page.

"No. They followed me earlier and I said they had a good username but that's it." Nick nodded. Good.

"Hang on, they messaged me again." George said, clicking on his DMs.

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@Dreamishot
Hi :)

@GeorgeNotFound
Hi

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I don't wike this chapter at all but writing something bad is better than writing nothing at all. And it means I can get to the parts I wanna write quicker! : D

Feedback is welcome and appreciated!!

~Dandelion