Erased (Dream x George Fanfiction)

Song. (7)

It was around 8 pm. Shortly after George arrived I got on a call with Darryl that lasted hours, we talked for so long and learned so much. I'm glad I took the opportunity to get to know him better. Now me and George were sitting on the couch scrolling through T.V. channels bored out of our minds again.

"Soooooo... what do you wanna doooo?????" I hold out my words just to be annoying.

"I dunnoooooooo." He doesn't break eye contact with his phone, probably scrolling through social media but he plays along with my annoying antics.

I think for a moment, "wanna do something in townnnnnnn??" I try to offer up ideas and he scoffs.

"Not realllyyyyy, I kinda wanna just lay down and relaxxxxxxx" he started whisper yelling for some reason and is purposefully being a pain.

"Woooooow okay then, you're not very socialllll."

"Obviouslllyyyyy" he gives me a dumb glare and goes back to scrolling on his phone.

We remain silent for a few moments as I continue looking for channels to watch on T.V. George occasionally letting out a snicker after seeing something on his phone.

I sigh and pull out my phone, giving up on looking for shows to watch. "Hey George?"

"Yeah?"

"When was the last time we met up?" I didn't look up from my phone but he became silent for a second.

"Why?"

"I dunno, I was wondering because my Lock Screen is from, like, last year apparently." I look at the image on my Lock Screen.

"That was the last time we met. Last year. It was me, you and Nick." He takes a few seconds to respond but eventually does.

So the last time I've seen these guys was last year? Hm... Should I ask about the photo? No he was being weird about the memory thing this morning... I should try and find out about other stuff. He mentioned something about a song when talking about the guitar, he also seems to be aware about the tension we had before the accident. What caused it all again? A photo. Should I talk to Nick? Darryl said he knows something but wouldn't spill, why would he tell me now? Maybe I should try and find the photo myself. Ugh this is a waste of time.

I yawn and stand up heading to the stairs. "I'm going to take a shower then die on my bed, see ya in the morning."

"Alright, f." He doesn't look up and I head to the bathroom.

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I put on a shirt after drying my hair as best I could, it was a nice relaxing shower and I was ready to go to bed. Before I jumped on my soft marshmallow mattress I saw the bag with my music in it. Without another thought, I pick it up and sort through it all.

After like half an hour I've found multiple songs, all seemed like printed pieces of paper, some of them, were hand written down and one song in particular seemed to be an original piece. I spent a long time looking over it. I eventually pick up my guitar and strum the music notes, trying to hum the melody together, once I have it down I sing the lyrics aloud, merging it with the music.

My man

[(Original piece by Clay and a little help from George!)]

Oh man, my heart skips a beat when I hear every single word.

Oh man, I fell that day when every situation occurred.