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Breakfast

George wakes up in his room, light rain greeting him at the window. His alarm clock says that it's 12:00 pm. Him and dream had synced their sleep schedules, leaving dream to wake up at 7. The grey covers are tangled around his sweats, leaving him to untangle his legs from the mess of a cover. He turns over to check his notifications, seeing one from Dream.

💚dream💚
good morning gogyyyy

George responds to him, calling him his nickname as well, making sure to use the same amount of y's to mimic Dream.

💙gogy💙
good morning dreamyyyy

Even though they were on opposite sides of the world, they still managed to be best friends; FaceTiming every day and constantly annoying each other with spam texts when they are bored.

George sighs and leaves his bed, his feet touching the fuzzy carpet. He walks out of his room, and the cold hardwood of the hall shocks him awake. He sets his phone down on the table, browsing the fridge to decide what to eat for breakfast. Eventually, he had decided on a toaster waffle and some strawberries. He slides the waffle into the toaster and clicks it down. The toaster starts to heat up and make a slight buzzing noise as he walks to the fridge, grabbing the box of strawberries and washing them off in the sink. He sets the bowl of strawberries down on the round table and sits himself down on the counter, waiting for the waffle to pop.

After what seems like forever, even though it was probably only 30 seconds, the waffle pops up, startling George. He is careful as he takes it out, running to the table to drop it on a plate. He sits down and starts to eat his food when his phone buzzes.
Another text from dream

💚dream💚
So... I know this is kinda random but, I have been thinking about it for a while and I was wondering if you could come to Florida. I could come to England, of course if you don't wanna pay for the ticket. Idk just kinda wanted to see u in person lol

A wave of excitement hit George, knowing that Dream wanted to see him in person as much as he wanted to see Dream. He also wondered what it was like to go to Florida.
Of course he wanted to go!
He looked up the closest flights to Orlando, seeing one pop up for the 12th.
3 days from now! Perfect!
Still, he had to check with Dream if that was okay with him, as he couldn't just walk into his house one day, although that would be pretty fun.

💙gogy💙
There is an open flight for the 12th, how long do you think I should stay?

💚dream💚
That's up to you , but I don't have anything like, forever so whenever and however long you want works <3

Did he just send a heart?
George's stomach flutters, he quickly tries to take over his mind, to think about the present.
Right. 2 weeks should be enough, and if not I can always cancel. He thought.

💙gogy💙
2 weeks okay with you? I can always stay longer if you want :D

💚dream💚
sure! I'm so excited!!!!

George turns off his phone and finishes his breakfast. He puts his dishes in the sink to be washed later and dances to the shower. He turns the knob and the water shoots out of the head, some splashing onto his face. He winces, and closes the curtain. As the shower warms up, he heads into his room to get his clothes for the day. He settles on a blue hoodie, his own merch. With that he grabs a pair of jeans and underwear and heads back to the bathroom. Steam hits his face, warming his body. He takes his pajamas off and steps carefully into the shower. He sits down, trying to decide what thought is worth his water bill. It didn't take him long this time, considering he was going to be seeing Dream in 3 days, his best friend in the world. Of course, there were still a lot of things he had to do. The warm water streaked down his back, splashing onto his crossed legs. Oh wow. I'm gonna have to pack a lot of clothes for AT LEAST 2 weeks.

There were a lot of thoughts that ran through his head.

What clothes do I even bring? Shorts? Jeans? Sweats? I can ask Dream.
How long is the flight? What if I get jetlag and embarrass myself in front of Dream?

Why am I worried about embarrassing myself in front of Dream? I have never been scared of that before.

After a while of thinking, and eventually washing, he turns the shower back off and wraps his seemingly yellow towel (totally green) around his waist. He reaches for the hand towel and rubs it along the mirror, revealing his dripping wet self, his brunette hair looking black. He runs the comb through his hair and rubs it off with a towel. He slips on his blue hoodie and darker blue jeans, walking out of the bathroom to be blasted with the cold air of the rest of his house. He runs to his room to start packing.

(886 words)

I know this chapter was short, it was really just to get to the middle of the plot, because I'm not good at build ups lol

Take care of yourself! <3