The day started off as a normal one, george made himself and dream breakfast whilst karl and sapnap scrolled through their phones.
it was a relatively quiet day, nothing too interesting was going on, george had contemplated streaming after all it had been months, but then again he was still largely paranoid about something happening.
"oh shit that wilbur dude released some songs today" sapnap said clicking a tweet he'd seen on his timeline
"what soot?" dream asked chuckling
"yeah, how many other people do you know called wilbur, nimrod"
"good point"
"i'm curious, play some" george laughed
They put the first song on, it was called your new boyfriend
'and yeah i've met jared, course i've met jared the one who took you away from me' the song played
"weird ass lyrics if you ask me" sapnap laughed
"isn't your middle name jared, dream?" karl turned to look at dream who was now eating toast
"sadly, Clay Jared Wastaken, awful choice on my moms end"
"this songs a weird vibe, bit stalkerish" george laughed finishing his toast
"i'll put a different one on hang on" Sapnap switched the song
it started, georges face jolted up. his eyes wide
"uh- what's this song called?"
"la jolla" sapnap replied, completely butchering the pronunciation
"it's pronounced La Hoy-a dumbass" dream laughed
'you know it takes a lot to move me'
george stood, he went to his room shutting the door and locking it
"what's up with him?" sapnap joked
"he might feel sick, he's probably fine" dream shrugged it off
George had left the room, fresh set of clothes, now he had something in his hand. He walked out the front door without saying a word, dream jogged over and opened it looking out to the street, he was already gone
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george rapidly knocked on the door, the brown wood feeling rough against his knuckles
the door cracked open, the male stood significantly taller opposite him
"william."
"george; you came"
georges eyes met wilburs
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Heart Strings - DreamNotFound
Fanfiction72,452 words "you tingle my heart strings dream, you vibrate them, you twirl them between your fingers like the most delicate yarn, you move them in ways i didnt think they could" "how so?" "you play them gently like a violin yet at times you pull...
