Just Us and The Stars// Dreamnotfound

Views

George reads every word of every line of Sapnap's long rant in disbelief. He had never seen Sapnap this way. It made him cringe. The paragraph read:

Don't call me a bad person, George. I just don't want to be in the middle of whatever the fuck is going on between you and Dream. Tell Dream these things, not me. You need to figure out your problems on your own, don't come to me to figure them out for you, then get mad at me because I won't tell you something that I swore not to share to anyone. I'm not a bad person for keeping my promises, maybe you should try it sometime.

A couple of months ago, Sapnap had told George that a few weeks after Dream and Sapnap had met, he didn't want to be friends with him anymore because Dream was sort of clingy. George had promised that he would not tell Dream anything but when Dream and George were talking off stream, last month, he let it slip and Dream and Sapnap had gotten into a fight.

I'm sorry, Sapnap. I was just not in the best head space, but i'll leave you out of it for now on.

It's fine. I don't want it to be awkward when we meet so can we just forget about this whole fight? Sapnap responded with.

Agreed. George decided to get some space from his friends and have some alone time. He decided to go to one of his favorite places to go to. He had to walk about 8 miles but it was refreshing to finally leave the house.

He sat down on the cold, abandoned, wooden bench that looked over the city that he called home. The view was nicer when it was night time but he still enjoyed the beautiful scenery. This was the spot that he used to come to when he was in year 13 and needed a break from all of the stress of school. No one ever came up to the bench, considering how long the walk up was. He slowly dazed off into a deep sleep.

He woke up and trembled, it was absolutely freezing out. His cheeks and lips were ice, he wished someone was there to warm them up. He got up and his legs went weak. They were sore from the walk up but he had to keep going anyway.

He got home and threw on his "GeorgeNotFound" sweatshirt. He checked his phone and saw it was dead so he plugged it in, then packed everything he needed for his trip. Tomorrow. He thought. He was going to be meeting them tomorrow. His phone finally had enough life for its screen to shine familiar colors. He texted his friends.

"See you tomorrow :)"