(Y/N's POV)
As I watched Dream leave my room with a yawn, I had some mixed feelings. Sure, a little part of me wanted us to stay friends, nothing more. But for the most part, I had feelings for Dream. Or Clay. My brain was already frazzled from last night, as we woke up with tangled limbs and in each others arms. But I liked that. And it felt... good.
(No ones POV)
As morning rose, Dream and Y/N woke up at the same time.
"Hi." Dream said
"Hi" Y/n replied with a smile
"You want breakfast?" Dream asked
"I'm down! What are we having?" Y/n questioned
"Whatever you prefer. I want to see some of the restaurants that you like." Dream grinned.
And so the duo drove their way to (Your favorite breakfast place) to order a meal. You ordered (Favorite breakfast food) and Dream ordered some pancakes with french fries (or crisps, whatever)
"Why... are you eating chips with your pancakes?" Y/n asked
"Because I can. And they're called french fries" Dream rolled his eyes. Y/n lightly punched him in the arm, which led to a ten minute argument about the best type of fry.
"It has got to be crispy. You get that crunch, and it sounds excellent." Dream gloated
"No way! Limp fries have got to be the best. You get more potato in the fry instead of no potato at all." Y/n shook her head
"whatEVER" Dream said, dramatically flipping his dirty blonde hair back as if he were a supermodel
(time skip cause I have four more chapters to write)
Night fell upon England and everyone settled into their respective rooms. But as the moon went about its course in the sky, Dream found himself once again in the doorway of Y/n's room.
(Dreams POV)
She was scrolling through her phone, so I lightly tapped on her door.
"Hey! Whats up?" She asked
"George is snoring again. Can I room in here for the night?" I questioned
"Of course! You don't have to sleep on the floor, just climb on the bed like yesterday." Y/n said, gently putting her phone down on the nightstand beside her.
I climbed into the bed, and slid under the covers.
"Dream" She stated
"Yes?" I asked
"I'm cold."
"Oh. I'm sorry!" I exclaimed. I gave her all of the blankets and turned back around.
"Dream"
"Yeah?"
"I'm still cold"
"Ok, lemme go grab some more bla-" I stopped mid-sentence as she held out hands in a baby-grab position.
"Oh." I wheezed. I turned around and slid back into the covers, this time wrapping my body around hers, perfectly fitting, like the last piece of a puzzle.
"Good night Clay"
"Night Y/n"
A/N: HEY WASSUPP!!!!!! LONG TIME NO SEE! Thank you to everyone that has been putting my story on their reading lists, it means a lot to me that people are actually reading my story! A big thanks to Calypsoverse for the support. It really does mean aa lot that people are participating in the comments. The reason why I asked for your favorite breakfast foods was so I could put them all in a survey list and have them for Dreams favorite food. But oh well. I like waffles, not pancakes. Pancakes taste to fluffy for me. Sorry to all pancake lovers. Anyway drink water and byeeeeeeee
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HumorY/N is a lonely girl living with her parents. But when they kick her out, she seeks shelter. Stumbling onto GeorgeNotFound's house, she moves in. After a few days, she begins to catch feelings for one of George's friends: Dream. This is my first sto...
