|Holidays| ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ|

{ T W E L V E}

Maybe it was because George woke up with only underwear on that made his face go made red. It was the only logical option. I mean, he slept with his best friend.

George rubbed his eyes and threw on some clothes. His breath was shaky and his body was weak. He knew one thing for sure, and that was that Dream liked him back. You don't have sex with someone you don't like. He shoved himself out of the room and into the bathroom where he washed himself up and brushed his teeth.
Everything hurt to him, it wasn't very fun being a bottom. He opened the bathroom door to be greater by a tall blonde male, with a soft smile on his face.
"Morning." Dream's voice was a whisper, it was soft and made George smile.
"Morning" George looked at the other yawn and brushed past him.
Dream grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into a hug. George smiled into his 'yellow' hoodie and rested his head.

Though somewhere deep in his mind, he felt weird. George assumed it was normal to feel that way, especially after you quickly and I mean quickly hooked up with your best friend. George had never moved so fast in his life, and more unlikely with something so big as well. Sex.
His mind wandered, his insecurities getting the best of him. Thinking of every little thing that could go wrong, what did Dream think of him now? He felt his heartbeat faster as Dream let go of the hug and enter the bathroom.
The sound of the shower turning on snapped George from his train of thought. Dream came back out forgetting a towel, seeing George in front of the foot.
He smirked a bit, biting his lip.
"Wanna join?" Dream asked, looking down at the other.

George's face grew a bright shade of red at his words, his body heated up and it took everything for him not to kiss him right now. George imagined pushing him into the shower, Dream would take control in an instant.
No.
"Fuck off," George muttered, walking into the kitchen where he got something to eat. He heard Dream's wheeze from the bathroom and then heard the door shut.
Maybe it was doubt that swallowed him whole,
"So...How was your guy's night??" Drista slid into the room with her socks.
"Fine." George shrugged taking a sip of water,
"Cool! So, I was thinking, can we make some cookies??" She asked shuffling into the kitchen opening the fridge.
"Yeah, of course!" George smiled, the girl who he barely knew had a nice place in his heart.

While Dream took a shower, George and Drista spend time making cookies. When Dream walked out of the shower, fully dressed and looked at the two. He couldn't help but feel a certain way.
Dream liked George, and he didn't think he took it too fast. His relationship with George didn't come out of anywhere. The times when he carelessly flirted with him, the sight of blush rising in George's face always made him smile.

He took a look back at his little sister making cookies with him. His smile grew wider at the sight of them getting along so well. He could imagine how good of a father George would be.
He shook his head and walked down to the two.
"What's up you two??" He asked grabbing at one of the cookies.
George stopped him before he could get one, "They aren't decorated yet!" He smacked his hand away and got out the icing from the fridge.
"That was rude of you, Georgie, Dear." Dream retorted, holding his hand, pouting.
George just rolled his eyes, at started decorating the cookies.
Dream laughed and sat down on the counter admiring the two.

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"Okay, we've finished!" George looked at the cookies smiling.
"They're perfect!" Drista beamed, proud of herself as usual,
"Yeah, yeah. Can I eat one now?" Dream asked, already taking a bite of a cookie.
"Dumbas—I mean, jerk." George stumbled over his words,
Drista just laughed, took a cookie then left the room. Dream seemed to be lost in the brown-haired boy's smile, he did have a thought cross his mind. It didn't happen often, but it happened throughout his 'friendship' of many years with George. Was that smile, the smile he had on his face so often, real? He shook his head and continued eating his cookie.

"I'm glad you liked it, but did you have to eat so many?" George asked, looking at the half-empty tray.
"I didn't have to, but I wanted to." Dream shrugged,
"Uh-huh." George sighed, walking out of the kitchen.
He ran up the stairs and fell onto Dream's bed. All he wanted was to be with or close to Dream, right now, at this moment.
Dream lied down on the bed, staring at the roof. George did the same, curious about what was going on in his head.

Dream did what anyone would do, he awkwardly moved closer to George and wrapped his arm around the other. George sighed, a relief kind of sigh, and moved closer into his arm, his head resting on Dream's chest.
He felt happy...

He couldn't help but wonder if it would stay like this.