Eunoia | DreamxGeorge

Pieces

"Wait, huh? Sapnap?" George stuttered, "What happened with Sapnap? Is he ok?"

"I don't know George, I'm asking you." Dream sighed angrily. "He's been spam calling me and has been freaking out about you. I don't understand what he's saying though."

George felt his hands go cold and his heart drop. Sapnap? What happened? What did I do?

"Sapnap?" George muttered out loud.

"So what happened?"

"I don't know Dream," He stammered, his heart was racing and his mind was full.

What the fuck could've happened that both Dream and Sapnap are freaking out? What did I do? I swear I didn't say anything, the last thing I talked to them about was the dream. Fuck. The dream.

"I'm so sorry Dream," George started, "I called him early this morning when I couldn't sleep and I didn't have an explanation to why I woke him up so early. I just kinda panicked and hung up. I'm so sorry I feel awful."

Why is he mad at me? He did the same exact thing to me? If only he knew, I would go back to not caring in a heartbeat. I just don't know if I'll ever be able to get over him. He infests my mind, and he's shown up in my dreams, no matter how much this hurts my brain just can't seem to let you go. If only he knew that he has the key to my heart. I could shout it from rooftops, I could scream it at the top of my lungs. I just wanted the world to know I was in love, even if he didn't know.

"You know what you did was really messed up right?"

"Yes I know, Dream. I feel awful, I really do." George truly was sorry, but couldn't think of a way to express it.

"George, I'm not kidding."

"Neither am I."

Dream sighed quietly, "George, I got no sleep. Sapnap wouldn't stop calling me."

"So admit it, you were worried about me," the words left George's mouth before he could process it.

"Yes George, if it makes you happy, yes I was worried about you." The simple words made George's heart melt. He thought about me. He was thinking of me while I was thinking about him. We probably weren't thinking about each other in the same way, but still.

"Awwww Dream," The smile was audible in his voice. George opened up the notes app on his phone once more, he skimmed over the heartbroken words he wrote.

"I am yours and you don't even know.

Remember the nights we used to stay up talking into the morning?

you've always amazed me and had full control over my heart."

It was all still true, this man George only ever talked to over the internet had complete control over him.

"Oh yeah Dream, I was gonna stream again later if you wanted to join."

"Why would I ever turn down the chance to stream with you?" Dream teased. George could hear the obvious smirk in his voice and stifled a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah" George laughed, "text me when you're ready, bye."

"Bye George," Dream sighed and then hung up the call. George was hit with a blast of relief, everything's ok. Not back to normal, but ok. Dream. George kept repeating his name in his head, the mere thought of Dream made George's heart swell up.

I love him, I do. George leaned back into his chair and took off his headphones.

"Oh my god, he's perfect." George sighed, letting his face go red. The green flashing icon on his computer screen stole his attention. He put his headphones back on and his heart dropped. I didn't leave the call. He didn't hang up. No one left the fucking call. He heard me. He fucking heard me.

"George?"

No.