On Thin Ice ☰ Dreamnotfound

☰ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ - ꜱɴᴏᴡ☰

It wasn't the faint sounds of George's sibling getting his friend to rummage through his things that woke him up the next morning; instead it was a sudden weight that was pushed on top of him, and a pair of arms shaking his shoulders that wound up doing the trick.

"Dream? What the hell?" George spoke out, opening his eyes slightly to take in his friend who sat partially half on him and half on his bed, before closing them again while unproductively trying to nudge him off.

"George, it's like eleven! Cara told me to get you—she has plans for something cool today." When George's only response was a groan, Dream sighed and slipped off of his body and onto the floor where he continued to lay. Dream reached up to grab a hold of George's hand, attempting a new angle to pull him off of the bed from.

"You're so clingy, give me a few minutes and I'll be out."

Dream didn't let go of his hand until he was sure George wouldn't be budging any time soon. With a sigh he let go and stood up, making his way towards the bedroom door.

"Y'know, I'm the one who should be tired here, jetlag and all. What's your excuse?" Dream playfully jabbed, pointing an accusing finger at the lump under the comforter of George's bed. The lump shifted, made a noise of displeasure, and then sat up.

"Our sleep schedules were already synced so you can't complain," he retorted with a sigh. "Now shut up and get out so I can get dressed." George paused for a second, bringing his hand up to cover a yawn that escaped his mouth. With a quick second thought, he retracted it to add, "Unless you wanna watch?" in a sarcastic tone which was accompanied with a smirk.

All it got was a scoff and eye roll from Dream, clearly unamused. He was at the doorway by this point, hand already covering the knob slightly.

"Mhm, you wish I would." Was all he said before exiting George's bedroom and letting the door shut behind him.

With a small laugh George got himself out of bed and over to his closet where he picked out the day's outfit and continued on with his morning routine. After quickly combing through his hair a few times to make it moderately neat, he left to meet the other two downstairs.

Just like the day before, Dream and Cara were in the kitchen, although instead of holding boxes, they were crowded around the large windows that stood directly above the sink. Dream turned around with a gasp, rushing over to grab his friend by the wrist and quickly guide him over to the window.

"George! It's snowing!" Sure enough, when Cara stepped out of the way as to allow more space for the pair, the brunet could see the full, white flakes clearly. And when he turned his head towards the American at his side, he felt like someone punched him in the gut, though he couldn't quite place why. Dream was standing there, staring out of the window with darting eyes and a smile that overfilled with pure awe.

Or maybe he was just telling himself he didn't know why—it was probably a mix of both.

"C'mon, you're acting like you've never seen snow before," George tried to tease while rolling his eyes which were quickly met with a certain pair of dark yellow ones. Dream's eyebrows knit together and he gave George a look that could have been the visual representation of three dots when it clicked. George's mouth formed a small 'o' and he stayed quiet for a few seconds before the corners of his mouth pulled up into a tight grin and he started laughing.

"Now way? I mean, I know you've lived in Florida your whole life but you never left the state for a holiday or something? You've seriously never experienced snow before?" The dirty blond frantically gasped and poked George's stomach before turning to cross his arms with a huff, his friend giggling at his childish behavior.