Just Us and The Stars// Dreamnotfound

Sunrise

"What is that supposed to mean?" George's mind wanders to all the possible answers that could come out of Sapnap's mouth.

"Don't worry about it. I'll talk to you later." The call rings. What the hell. George thought to himself. Sapnap had openly admitted that he knew something and didn't tell George what it was. This made his whole body heat up. He was angry.

"I spilled my guts to you because I thought you were going to help me. You know how hard it is for me to tell people how I am feeling and then you just shut me down like that?" George types out of anger. "You tell me that you know something about Dream, i'm assuming, then don't even tell me what it is? What the hell dude." George shuts off his phone and slams it on the bare nightstand, holding only his alarm clock and a few candy wrappers, next to his bed. He lays down in his now cold bed and stairs at his ceiling. He loses his breath as he realizes he was going to be meeting Dream and Sapnap in 2 days. 2 days. Would it be awkward? Whatever. He thought pushing away all of the bad thoughts in his head and pulling in the good ones. He was finally going to get to meet his best friends. He was excited for that. He decided to pick up his phone and text the group chat labeled "Dream Team".

"2 days" He stared at the text for 15 minutes. No one responded to him. He started to feel uncomfortable. Were they ignoring him? He wanted to call Dream but his mind was pulled back to the dream, to the kiss. He wanted to push the memory away but he couldn't, it stuck, just like everything that Dream did. He lays back in his bed again as the sun started to come up, making the moon disappear from his view. He was never awake this early. He never was awake early enough to see the sunrise, so seeing it for the first time in years brought him joy. He soaked in as much of the sunrise as he could. He looked at his phone, then back at the sunrise. He had felt a sudden jolt of confidence and courage. He clicked Dream's number.

"Hey? What are you doing up this early?" Dream asked George.

"What is going on, Dream? Are you mad at me?" George snapped, ignoring Dream's question.

"No, no, no. Why would I be?"

"You ignored my text?"

"Your text?"

"Yeah, the one in the group chat."

"Oh, i'm sorry. I didn't see it. My mind was kind of wandering all over, I guess." Dream bellows, sincerely.

"What's on your mind? Not trying to invade or anything, if you don't want to tell me that is fine." Dream trusted George but George knew that Dream told Sapnap more things then he would tell him. He would leave out minor details in the stories that he would tell George, and Sapnap would bring them up and he would hear new parts to the unfinished stories. He never knew why Dream trusted Sapnap more, maybe it was because they had been friends for longer, or maybe it was because there were things that Dream didn't want George to know.

"Well, It's the trip. I am just kind of trying to think of things for us to do and I have just been feeling overwhelmed with how sudden things are happening. I guess it is my fault though." George's eyes shifted over to his closet. He should probably do laundry if he wanted to have clean clothes for the trip. He grabbed his phone with his soft hand and searched his closet for a bag. He did not travel much and when he did it was for a short time so he usually just brought a backpack but he knew he was probably going to stay in Florida for a while. He hoped he would be staying in Florida for a while. "How long are we going to be staying by the way?"

"Um, well, I haven't ordered the tickets to get you guys home yet, but we can figure that out when we get to it." This surprised George. Dream was always the prepared one. "It shouldn't be too hard to get tickets home, I hope." Dream says, very quietly. They started talking about random things like streaming, Dream's cat, Florida things, but one of the things Dream had said caught George's attention. It made him feel weak and fragile. "I hope you aren't afraid of riding in planes."

"Um, I'm not really... I'm not really afraid, I guess. I had this Dream last night though-" George cuts himself off. He was not mentally prepared to tell Dream about what happened. His lips felt dry, causing him to lick them, then he crossed his finger that Dream wouldn't ask about what had happened last night while he was asleep and notice the unpleasantness in George's voice.

"What happened in your dream?"