Tree Of Peace. |DreamNotFound

Jake.

(Boring chapter.)
That morning felt like hell for George, his wrist hurts, his head acts, his vision is blurry. He doesn't know why, is it the cuts getting to his head? Is the blood infected? Is it bruised? Why dose it hurt so much?
Thoughts linger throughout his head as he made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a wrap, unraveling his bandage.
He pulled the old off, starring at the damage that sat behind it, lurking in the depths of his forearm. It wasn't bruised, nor swollen, or infected. It just hurts. He let out a sigh and washed his wrists with cold water, sending him to whence at the pain that jolted throughout his body, aching at his bones , feeling numb.

He rolled his eyes and fought through the pain, squeezing his eyes shut, drying his wrist quickly. He threw his head back, letting out a loud sigh as he let his wrist air out. He shook his head and wrapped his wrist up with the new bandage, finally letting his body regain feeling. He took a deep breath in and then exhaled, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. His phone dinged, he shot his head down towards his phone, which was laying on the marble counter.
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Dweam🌹

>Georgie..I'm boreddddd:(

>Don't you have to talk to your sisters new boyfriend today?

>yes..but can we meet him..together?

>Omg Dream. Sure..when..?

>12 or so. Can I pick you up? I have to bring my sister anyways.

>LOL. Sure, pick me up when ever😁

>okkk see you then Georgie!👀

>bai Dream🥴

>😏

> oh shut up, good bye Dream.

> HAHAHAHAHA, bye idiot!

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George giggled and put his phone down, looking at himself in the mirror, getting ready for the day. He put on a light gray hoodie, grabbed his cologne, and sprayed it quickly. He grabbed his car keys, heading down the stairs, into the kitchen.
He grabbed an apple and sat at his island, strolling through Twitter, replying to tweets. Minuets passed, the door bell rung, making George shut off his phone, quickly heading towards the door.

He opened the door lightly, to see Dream standing there awkwardly as always. He smiled and raised his eyebrow, "hello."
Dreams eyes widened, "oh- sorry I was admiring your- Nevermind, Hi!" He said with a smile, pulling George into a hug.
George giggled, "did you miss me?"
Dream scoffed, "duh, i always do silly!"
George huffed, "I know, i know" tapping the tip of Dreams nose.
Dream giggled and licked George's finger, "Whoopies!"
George made a 'o' shape with his mouth, wiping off Dreams saliva from his finger.
Dream giggled and grabbed George's hand, pulling George carefully to his car.
George rolled his eyes playfully, smiling at how childish dream was. Drista waved through the car window, with a happy smile pasted on her face. George smiled and waved back.

As they made their way to the destination, Drista lead the way, with a high-pitched-tone every time she said a word, Cause she was way to excited. George and Dream laughed at how her voice would break every time she would try to speak, her excitement got the best of her. The ride was pretty short, making them arrive quickly.

They pulled up at some 'Cafè', the windows were small, covering nothing more than walls. It was a white colored brick all around, with bundles of flowers sitting in the window seal boxes. Dream raised his eyebrow at George, giving him the signal, 'Looks okay.'