(rewriting) Paper Planes // dreamnotfound

9- a familiar setting

~ dream's pov ~

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. The party wasn't as fun as I imagined it to be, especially with what happened to George. That made me so angry. I don't understand why someone would attack my friend just because they're jealous of our friendship.

Friendship.

I still look back and see George's face. How angry he looked at himself, how upset he was after the harsh words. How he collapsed to the floor in tears. I never want to see him like that again, it pains me.

I wonder if he's doing okay.

I don't know why I can't stop thinking about him. It's like George is running circles through my head. Before I even notice my own actions I find myself reaching for my phone, looking through my messages to find my conversation with 'George <3'.

"hey, how are you doing?"

I eagerly wait for a response. My patience is shown to be low as I'm tapping my foot while waiting for George to answer. My face lights up when I hear the loud 'ding' come from my phone. I quickly grab it and smile, not even realizing this.

"i'm fine, thank you again by the way"

"no problem, are you busy?"

"no why"

"do you want to come over to my place and work on the project?"

I wait a couple of seconds, hoping I don't scare him with my message. I wonder if I'm coming on too strong, inviting him over and everything. Maybe he feels uncomfortable after last night...

"sure, when?"

"um, is now fine? I'm soooo bored :("

"fine, i'll be there when i can"

":)"

I smile to myself, happy that George will finally come over. I have to admit, I didn't invite him over solely because of the project. I also hope that him being inside my house, next to his old house, will jog his memory and help him start to remember the summer. I hope it will.

I pass the time by playing Minecraft, speed running the game as I always do when I'm bored. It has always been my hope to be a Youtuber, but I was always too scared to start, and I figure that it's too late now. I sigh in my chair, leaning back and waiting for George to come over. I wonder if the house will actually help jog his memory. Over the summer we had spent the majority of our time here, in fact I had only been inside of his house twice, and those two times were short. We spent most of our time at my house or wandering around the city trying to find thrilling things to do. I miss those days.

I hear a knock on the front door and I jump out of my chair, running downstairs. My mom makes it to the door before me and answers it.

"George, it's good to see you!" She says to the boy standing at the door. He looks confused, then it hit me. Oh no, she remembers him from over the summer.

"George! Hi, I was telling my mom you were coming over," I say nervously, putting my arm around the boy and welcoming him into my house. That was a lie, I forgot to tell my mom about him coming over. He looks confused as I drag him into the kitchen. "We'll be right back. Mom can I speak with you?"