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7:46 a.m. London

"Dream.."

The last words out of George's mouth, at least what we could remember was his name.

George slowly woke up thanks again to the sun blinding him as it rose up to start a new day. And unfortunately classes were going as normal.

He looked around once his eyes opened and adjusted to the lighting. And once again he found himself not in his own bed.

"Are you going to get up? I need to get dressed for class." Dream suddenly said as George turned his head.

Wait..

So last night wasn't a dream? They actually- no way..

George nodded as he got up, which Dream immediately rolled over to the other side of the bed. But.. he was clothed? George wasn't.. he only had his boxers which is kind of odd..

He watched as the other got dressed and walked around till Dream stopped and glanced over at George.

"So are you not going to class or?" He chuckled as he ran his hands through his hair to fix it up a little.

"Yeah I was just thinking." George mumbled as he finally got off the bed and went to pick out some clothes.

Dream shook his head as he grabbed his bag and wallet before heading to the door.

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah.."

How could George not know if he dreamt about them or if it actually happened. It's not like his memory was this horrible.

Frustrated, George threw on a few random pieces of clothes and headed out of the door.

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Even while in class, George couldn't stop thinking about it. It wasn't weird to be in his bed as he's woke up there several times now. But to not remember if they got intimate with each other was so weird..

"George." The women professor snapped her fingers to get his attention.

"Are you paying attention?"

"I'm sorry, and yes I am." George said as he lowered his head and tried to not look at everyone looking at him now.

"Next time you'll have to stay after class, please just take your notes." She said while turning back to the board to continue the lesson.

George sat for a good five minutes before he pulled his phone out to text Dream.

"I want to talk during lunch. Want to meet somewhere?" He sent as sneaky as he could from the teacher.

No more then a minute passed when Dream replied to George.

"Of course I'll go on a date with you, George. I thought you'd never ask!"

George chuckled to himself once he seen what the other said.

"Whatever, you're buying anyways."

"Lame, but fine. See you later." Dream sent with a few obscure emojis.

Once George put his phone away and looked up he was met by his professor standing right in front of him, her arms crossed. She did not look happy.. at all.

"Oh.."

1:42 p.m. London

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