Erased (Dream x George Fanfiction)

Remembering. (3)

He stood there for a few seconds, obviously trying to hold back a sob and managed to swallow it down.

"I was your best friend..." He speaks softly.

I reach my hand out and shake his.

"I know...." I simply respond. I pick my phone back up and turn it on, showing the lock screen. I move it to let him see and point at him on the picture.

"You're George. W-we played minecraft together, right? You're the one who told my sister to check up on me!" I half shout. Even though I don't know him, I know some of the things he has done.

He stares at me and at the picture.

"Wow, that's an old picture, you look so much different. I guess I haven't changed one bit, huh?" He smiles a little and looks back at me. "yeah, I'm George..." He gives another forced smile and sits on the chair beside me.

"How did you know something was wrong with me?" I ask him and go back to our texts on my phone.

"Well, we called each other every night. We almost never skipped or had to cancel. You said you were ready to call and it said you were online so I was a bit confused why you didn't answer. And you were online the next day and the next so I just called Addy. I didn't expect this to happen though..." His slightly happy tone of voice fades out and morphs into a pitiful one.

He rubs his neck and groans. "Man... This is so awkward... Nick told me it would be okay but I feel so.... helpless." He whispers to himself and looks back at me. "I guess I shouldn't say that though. You're the one that lost everything." He gives a weak smile and attempts to start a conversation.

"It's fine, I know it's hard for everyone- and everyone was saying it would be hardest for you since you were apparently like a brother to me or something. Tell me about yourself." I try to change the sad subject and George gives a weird facial expression when I mention 'brother'.
(I wanna mention, No. They were not dating or anything.)

"I guess you could say that... But there's not much to know about me other than I'm British, I'm 24, I'm colorblind- I don't really know what else there is to say." He chuckles slightly.

"You can't be that boring. C'mon gimme some details! Got any pets? What about your family? Any wife or girlfriend?" I smile and try to make it more joyful, he simply responds with a sad giggle.

"You really don't remember anything? I have 2 cats, I don't speak to my family anymore, and I'm single. I've never really been to interested in dating, women are a handful" He explains with a slightly happier attitude.

"Favorite color?" I barely get the sentence out when he stares at me with a 'are you stupid' look plastered on his face.

"I'm colorblind..... But Blue is a cool color, one of the only colors I can see." He responds. I realize it was a dumb question and almost immediately start wheezing in laughter. The first time I've actually had a good laugh.

He snickers as I wheeze. "You're just as dumb as I remember...." He whispers, a smirk showing slightly. We stay in a positive silence for a while.

"So, George. How close were we? I mean you flew in from Britain for me so obviously you care... It means a lot actually- but we were just two friends that played minecraft together, how close were we exactly?" I let my curiosity take control and George thinks for a minute.

"We were closer than any relationship I have ever seen." He pauses for a moment. "We called every night, as I said before. You're the one that insisted we made it a tradition of ours. You also always check in at random times of the day to ask how I am or if I'm okay. This one time, I got into an argument with Nick and you called me and stayed up with me for an entire night just to make me feel better and even eventually forgive Nick for being an idiot. You almost flew over just so I wouldn't feel alone." He explained another situation about a broken friendship and how I had been the one to make him trust people again. He talked about me as if I was a lifeboat and I wish I could reciprocate those emotions but after searching my mind for hours still nothing came back. I can't remember anything about this man that'll bring me a joy of remembering as it does for him...