Philocaly | DNF

1 - better

Dream stared longingly at the picture. He didn't know what it was about this picture of his best friend that made his chest ache.

As he was about to press the arrow away to go back to the home screen on Twitter, he felt patches curl up lovingly beside his thigh.

He glanced at her, then back at his phone.

"You want breakfast now, little girl?" He whispered, followed by a soft pet that glided along her fur.

Patches hopped off of his bed and hurried to the kitchen.

Dream glanced at his phone one more time before shaking his head and shutting it off.

He followed patches the rest of the way into the kitchen then filled up her food and water bowls.

After he got her breakfast, he made himself a few slices of buttered toast and a cup of coffee for the side.

He sat at the table once his food was ready.

His phone was beside him.

I want to look at the picture again. His smile never looked so good, dream thought, but soon shaking his thoughts away.

After his first slice of toast, his phone rang. He picked it up to see the contact name.

Gogy

He glared and pressed the green button.

"Hey, Dream. I didn't think you would pick up."

"Why not?" Dream replied.

"We were on stream together all night and you seemed really tired the last hour. I just assumed you didn't feel like talking to me I guess."

Dream slightly chuckled.

"Don't worry, George. Everything's fine. I got enough sleep, and I don't just ignore you."

"Oh," George mutters on the other end.

The silence was annoying.

"Well," George began trying to break the silence, "Sapnap asked if we wanted to get on with him, Bad and Karl later to talk about newer videos. Unless you'll be busy."

"No, I won't be," Dream replied, "sure. I'll be on in a few. I'll text Sap."

"Alright," George said, accent sharp.

"I'll meet ya on, Dream."

"See you there," Dream replied.

He then hung up and slapped his phone on the table.

He felt so, so odd for a reason.

This had all started two months ago when George was gone for two weeks with no streaming or any contact with Dream on his trip. Dream had realized around that time that it would be harder without hearing George's voice almost every day.

That was the time everything started to change.

The way he felt being around him, the way his voice lit up lobbies.

This was a new feeling Dream never thought he would feel for someone like George.

Someone like George. Intelligent, hilarious, nervous and attractive..

Dream scoffed and brought his empty plate to the sink. He set it inside and made his way to his room. He set up all his stuff and joined the call with his friends.

As he joined he noticed Sapnap and George were the only ones there first.

"Hey guys, where are Bad and Karl?"