The Passenger Seat \\ Dreamnotfound

Chapter 4: The Bear Who Loved Honey

George heard the voice. He knew everyone else did too. It sounded feminine. The voice continued to talk some throughout the stream until Dream said he had to leave. The stream had only been on for not even 2 hours.

No one asked why he had to leave, they just assumed they'd get an answer later in the day. Sapnap and George couldn't even say their goodbyes before Dream had exited the call.

George couldn't help but to think about he witnessed. Who was the girl? Was it a girl?  Was is Drista? If it was, why keep it a mystery? Was it a guy? Why didn't Dream tell him someone was coming over? Why the sudden leave?

Thoughts continued through his mind during the stream. Instead of streaming for 6 hours or more, he decided once he had died 2 times, he'd end it.

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Joking around with George I think helped to get Dream off his mind. I didn't know who the mystery being was either. It sounded like a girl but the mic was too far from the individual to tell. I knew if it was a girl, it wasn't Drista for the fact being Dream always tells me when she comes over.

I could tell something was up with him. His eyes wondered a lot while waiting for his items to smelt. He would usually be laughing and making constant remakes at me. We both loved to pick on one another as if we were really siblings, but today it's almost like I didn't exist much in his mind as it wonders with thoughts.

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"Well guys, I think that'll be it for today. Bye guys." George waves goodbye to his viewers along with Sapnap saything his.

George didn't have much to say to Sapnap besides the fact that he'll talk to him later. He just wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, not even Dream. Even if it meant he'd linger in the restlessness of his thoughts.

George didn't want to sleep it off for his own sake. He didn't want to see that message again. The thought of Dream seeing someone else caused his heart to ache in such a way he couldn't get the feeling to go away. All he had to do was get through these last couple of hours and he'll be on a plane to Florida.

Keeping his mind busy in packing his bags, he was able to keep his mind clean for just a few hours. He hadn't touched his phone since the stream ended but heard it flooding with notifications. Some from Twitter and others from Instagram. He even heard a few from Messages but he knew if he looked, he'd see Dreams name along with new messages.

Would he cheat on me? Did I do something wrong? Maybe it's because I live in London. Am I not talking to him as much as he wants? Am I too affectionate for him or is it because I'm too distant? Are they taller than me? Do you think Dream has a think for taller people? Is it a girl? Does he love women more? Does he find he or she more attractive? What if it's someone who doesn't specify, does he have a thing for them more? Am I not caring enough? Did I hurt him in such a way as my dream made me feel?

George couldn't help but think. His last thought was the only one he could think about, even before this all happened. Is Dream having second thoughts about the marriage, about me?

George was always one to think but never speak. He started to think that he wasn't clingy or loving enough towards him.

Maybe that's why there was someone else. Maybe that's why Dream had left the call in such a rush. He had probably waiting so long to kiss them. Hug them. Coddle them. There was more to what they could he doing but George didn't want that in his mind. 

He left his house and started to just walk around the beach. He doesn't know why he's here when all he could think about was Dream and the last time both were sitting there, watching the sunset.