well

here we gooooo

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Questioning everything.

George hated it. 'Questioning everything' was vague, had nothing solvable, and what Dream meant wasn't exactly the perfect conversation starter. It was a pain to work with, but George had faith in his ability to work things out.

His headache wasn't helping- but it wasn't terrible. It felt like one that had just started to grow, in the back of his head, creeping forward. And to add on, Dream hadn't come down from his room, even after Sapnap went to tell him he'd cooked.

George moved the eggs on his plate around with his fork solemnly, wondering if he was the cause for Dream's sudden disinterest in social interaction. He thought about the night before, replaying every detail in his mind. Dream hadn't seemed upset, just more resigned, and sad.

"Whose are these?" Sapnap's voice carried from behind George.

He turned, seeing Sapnap halfway in the front door and holding an open pack of cigarettes. George wondered if Dream would want him to know. "They're mine."

"You smoke?" Sapnap raised a brow, tossing it on the counter as he walked by.

"Not a lot," He said. He didn't feel bad about lying, and it was almost worrying.

"He doesn't," Dream interjected, making George jump. "They're my dad's."

"Ew," Sapnap said. "They must be so old."

Dream sat next to George and yawned.

"When did you wake up?" He asked.

"Like two minutes ago.." Dream said. "You?"

"I don't remember," George replied, watching Sapnap clean his mess from cooking.

"Did you sleep okay?" He asked.

"I guess," George said. His headache was starting to grow faster at that point, and he didn't really want to answer trivial questions early in the morning.

"How's Cat?" Dream continued.

"Fine," He said, more annoyance in his tone than he'd meant.

Dream nodded. He tapped his fingers together, and George felt bad momentarily, he must've been nervous, and it wouldn't be surprising to find out it was because of him acting so rude.

"Are you hungry?" Sapnap asked apologetically,  already having thrown everything away.

"Yeah, it's fine," Dream smiled.

George pushed his plate over, still full. Dream gave him a questioning look. "You didn't eat anything."

"I'm not hungry," He shrugged.

"Are you okay? You're acting weird," Dream carried a side glance, pettiness glinted in his eyes.

"I'm gonna get dressed," George said flatly. "I'm fine."

George pushed away from the table and jogged up the steps, ignoring the obvious stare from Dream. He resisted the urge to slam his door once inside, instead closing it softly and leaning against it. He slid to the floor, hoping his anger would stop boiling over.

Dream had nerve to tell George he was acting weird. There was a contemptuous sense about the way he'd said it that made the room feel off, especially since seconds before he was acting completely normal.

He wasn't going to let it ruin the day, so he stood up, brushed his shirt of imaginary dust, and started pulling out random clothes to find an resemblance of an outfit. He could hear someone walk up the steps- most likely Dream, from the way they sounded, and then the door across the hall slam with none of the thought George had when he closed his.

Dream was talking in hushed tones through the phone, George could hear it through his door. Apparently he'd gone in to take a call while George was getting dressed. He could hear Sapnap banging dishes in the kitchen still, so he silently stepped across the hall and pressed his ear to the door.

"........No..........listen-...........I don't......... you can't......."

George furrowed his brow, pressing his ear against the door harder, but he couldn't hear much more through the thick wood. He stepped back, crossing his arms.

"No!" Dream said loudly, making George jump for the second time that morning. His voice became quieter, but still audible. "You can't. I'm not ready-"

George felt like it was too personal to be listening to, but he was too intrigued to step away. He leaned against the door again.

"Fine. You know what? Do whatever you want," He said, his tone was full of toxicity. "Don't consider my feelings. Did you even care?"

George waited a long moment for Dream to start talking, but was sorely disappointed. And then the door opened, and George stumbled forward, onto the floor.

He looked up, scared of what was to come. He knew Dream hated when people involved themselves in something that wasn't theirs to be involved in.

"I'm sorry." He said.

Dream held his hand out and lifted George onto his feet.

"I didn't hear anything," He rubbed the back of his neck, refusing eye contact.

"Okay," Dream nodded, leaving out any trace of sincerely, replaced with annoyance and overall disparity. "Sure."

He pushed past George, downstairs. George internally smacked himself, he should've minded his own. It wasn't the smart thing to do, and now he'd probably never mention anything remotely personal.

But he was overthinking it. George had never had a problem with overthinking, and he'd done more of it than he'd ever in his life in the past few days.

Whatever Dream was going through, it had felt stressful even when George could barely hear anything. The fact that Dream was sitting on the couch, texting someone with well hidden anger only proved his point. 

He looked up, raising his hand as if to wave, and then seemed to remember he was supposed to be pissed at George.

Sapnap looked up from the sink as George walked into the kitchen and leaned against the opposite counter. His eyes darted from the floor to the wall nervously as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"Is Dream.. acting weird?" George whispered, and Sapnap smiled as if it were a joke.

His smile faded, and he cleared his throat. "Do you? Think so, I mean?"

George ran a hand through his hair. "No. Of course not, he's just being... Dream."

"Oh," Sapnap gave a half hearted smile, and turned back to the sink.

George stared at the floor, and then sighed. "Well... actually... I kind of do."

"Then why don't you mention it to him?" Sapnap asked, turning around again.

"He's... being difficult," He offered, not wanting to fully disclose what was going on.

"Uh-huh. Well," Sapnap pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know I'm not good with this type of stuff. Just talk to him. Tell him what's going on."

"Tell him what's going on," George scoffed, his head started to pound against his skull. "Yeah, real rich coming from you."

Sapnap looked hurt. Genuinely, utterly hurt. "What- What's that supposed to mean,"

"Your girlfriend," George said, and then tapped his chin in a mocking of thought. "Oh... wait... Ex- girlfriend."

"Not cool, man," Sapnap crossed his arms.

George looked away in embarrassment. That was stupid of him, and it made him feel like a dick. He knew Dream was angry at him, and now Sapnap was too.

"I'd say sorry, but there's not much point," George said, refusing to make eye contact. The floor seemed much safer. "I can't seem to ever get my words across right."

Sapnap put a hand on his shoulder. "Just go talk to him. And I'm not mad at you. I get it."

".....Thanks," George smiled.

And for a brief moment, he thought he really was going to just go talk to Dream about his problems. But as he walked towards the couch, his face turned red and his chest felt like it was collapsing onto his heart. So he walked past, right back up the stairs.

"Fuck!" He whispered, pulling on his hair. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

George closed the door to his room and laid like a starfish on the floor, staring at the ceiling. He tried collecting his thoughts. But muffled voices coming from downstairs seemed a lot better than thinking about life.

He crawled across the floor, and pressed his ear up against the door, not having remembered the events that led him here.

Of course, nothing was audible. George frowned, these doors would stop a bullet. He leaned his back against it, letting his arms fall beside him. Florida was supposed to distract him from his old home in Britain, but right now all it seemed to do was remind him of it.

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After lasting through a suffocating and boring day, George was surprisingly tired. He'd gotten nothing done that day except get Dream pissed off at him because he had headaches and was impatient.

George laid on his bed with closed eyes. It was silent except the calming buzz of the ceiling fan. It always seemed to help him think. He pulled the covers over his head briefly, before the air became hot and uncomfortable. George shifted over to the far left side of his bed, reaching down to pet Cat while he tried to go to sleep. He was tired, yet he couldn't sleep.

He racked his mind for any kind of solution to this awkward situation, but nothing came up. He'd taken school for computer shit, not social skills. Being a coder and being social didn't go very well together, although he'd managed to make more than enough friends in school. And Dream and Sapnap were his two bestfriends, he considered himself lucky to have found them. His mind wandered- you could never have straight thoughts when you were trying to go to bed- and slowly slipped into darkness. 

"George," a quiet voice came from beside him, snapping him out of sleep.

"Hey?" George whispered, his throat was raspy and his eyes wouldn't stay open. 

"I'm sorry," Dream whispered back.

"What? What's happening?" George let his eyes close. "What did you say?"

"I said I'm sorry, for being rude," He repeated.

"It's fine," He sighed, just wanting to go back to sleep. 

"No," Dream shook his head. "It's not fine. Don't just say that. Say you accept my apology."

"....Why?" George rubbed his eyes and his vision unblurred. 

Dream was kneeling next to his bed, his hair was messy and he was still wearing the clothes from that day. "Because, saying it's okay makes it okay to do again. And it's not, so say you accept my apology."

"Alright, I accept your apology," George mocked quietly. "Why'd you have to wake me up? Couldn't this wait until morning?"

"I have... more confidence, I guess, at night," Dream smiled. "I feel like I can do anything, even if I know I'll probably regret it in the morning. But I don't think about that in the moment. I don't know."

"What time is it?" He asked.

"....4 A.M," Dream looked at his watch. 

George breathed out loudly through his nose, turning over. "Go to sleep, Dream."

"I didn't want to wait," He added, raising his eyebrows hopefully.

"What?" George turned over again. 

"I wanted to say sorry now, because if I waited until tomorrow, you might have already decided how you feel about the situation," Dream shrugged. 

"I'm not.... close-minded," George said.

Dream looked confused now. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I don't solidify my opinion based on little interaction," He scoffed. "So, don't worry about it."

"Okay, okay..." Dream nodded.

"Go to sleep," George said firmly, tilting his head at the door. "We can talk in the morning if you want."

"I always want to."

"What? Talk?"

"Talk to you."

"Shut up," He laughed under his breath. "Go away."

George didn't hear Dream as he left, the feeling of someone next to him didn't leave until he turned around again, and saw nothing but his room and a closed door.

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thanks for reading :) sorry its VERY short gahhhh next one is long!

i might not update for a bit i have to use my computer my phone broke... like, the screen wont even turn on it's just glitches + focusing on exams rn

bye B)