Just Us and The Stars// Dreamnotfound

Dust

George thought of what the smartest thing to say was. There was no way he was about the tell Dream what actually happened in the dream, not yet at least. "Pretty much my plane crashed when I was going to meet you and Sapnap. I got hurt pretty bad, it was pretty scary."

"Good thing you always wake up from dreams right?" George thought about what Dream said. You always wake up. He was right. "I hate realistic dreams. I can never tell what is real and what is just part of my imagination." I know how you feel. I could go on and on about my realistic dreams, George wanted to say.

"True, I always feel weird when I wake up from a realistic dream."

"Guess what I did last night?" Dream sounded sort of.. excited?

"What? Finally got some new shoes, I hope." George giggles.

"You're so annoying." George smiles. He looks down at his shoes, then to the floor. It was dusty and he probably needed to sweep. "Anyways, last night, I looked at the stars." The stars. Dream was my stars. George thought.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I remembered you said something about them always making you feel better, so I took your advice. They really are nice to look at." He remembered, The small action made George fill with joy. "When we see each other, we are going to have to just sit out at night and look out at the stars."

"I doubt Sapnap would want to do that. He doesn't get it." George felt bad for texting Sapnap the mean message, even though he kind of deserved it. He decided to text him again.

"Sorry about what I said. I was just upset that you would keep something from me, even after I opened up to you." George sends it.

"Who says he has to go?" Dream says in a low voice. George doesn't know what to say to that, and the call falls silent. "Um, I'm gonna go. I should probably go get some snacks and stuff for when you guys come."

"Talk to you later." George hangs up and calls Sapnap, no answer. Sapnap was most likely mad at George, he was a petty person. George put down his phone, grabbed the broom and swept his room. Dust masked the air in his room, which made him sneeze. He opened a window to filter out the air. The breeze flew into George's room and sent chills down his spine. He preferred the heat to the cold. He closed the window, thinking it was ventilated enough and went back to his phone. His heart starts to race as he reads the long paragraph, Sapnap had sent him.