Unexpected Visitor/ dreamnotfound fic

Chapter six: I'm Not Clay Anymore

"GEORGE DAVIDSON I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU EVER PULL THAT SHIT AGAIN I WILL COME TO YOUR HOUSE, MURDER YOU, THEN ROB YOU!" He yelled through the screen. George laughed, not at all scared.

He'd finally called sapnap back, after ignoring his calls for far too long. George had stepped outside for privacy as he chatted with Sapnap, away from Dream in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry!" He laughed apologetically. Sapnap rolled his eyes.

"Dude, I thought someone literally killed you. So does everyone else, actually. You need to tweet, like, right now."

"It's been barely a day!" George said in his own defense.

"You can't just dissapear for a whole day after saying there's somebody at your door really late at night! That's so scary!" He seemed to be getting angry again.

"Well, my friend needed help, I had to go." George muttered truthfully.

"Who needs help that late? It was like 11!"

"Dream, apparently," George blurted. Sapnap stilled.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes..."

No, there's no way. You're fucking with me." He assumed confidently.

"He's here, Sap." George spoke softly.

"Where? I want proof," he demanded. George sighed, opening the door slightly.

"The kitchen." He flipped the camera so Sapnap could see Dream, standing with his back turned, doing something in the kitchen. He closed the door and sat back down on his porch steps.

When he looked at Sapnap, the Texan looked strangely sad.

"I don't get it. Why didn't he tell me," he mumbled, looking hurt.

"He didn't tell me, either," George said. "I don't think he really planned to come here, he was in pretty bad shape when he showed up,"

"Then why did he go halfway across the world? He could've come here,"

"I...Nick, I really don't know. You can ask him, maybe he'll tell you, but he doesn't seem to want to tell me anything," George said. Sapnap sighed.

"It's whatever. I'm glad you guys are hanging out, though, that's fun. What are you going to do?"

George wanted so desperately to tell Sapnap everything. He wanted to see if the Texan could understand Dream's strange behavior better then he could, but he knew that Nick was struggling to keep a happy face as it was.

Maybe George would be able to confide in him later, but today didn't feel like the right time.

"I don't know," He answered at last. Sapnap seemed to accept the bad answer, or maybe he didn't want to dwell on it.

"What should we tell the fans?" Sapnap said after thinking for a few seconds.

George almost corrected his use of we, thinking about how Sapnap wasn't really part of the situation, but stopped himself.

He knew that would hurt his friend, there was no need. Instead he stayed silent.

"Post a picture of him and say 'Dream showed up, but there's only one bed...' Make the shippers go wild," Sapnap joked. George felt a blush rising in his cheeks as he rolled his eyes.

"No way, I'd never recover." He muttered.

"You're no fun. Fine, just do a picture with Dream's hands in frame, everyone will recognize them somehow," He scoffed.