Gentle Sprinkling [Dreamnotfound]

Eight

George glanced at his wristwatch. It was between 5 to 6 AM, earlier than when he usually arrives in the city. This time, however, he was already with Dream, both of them perched on the base of the lonely tree as waves of plush grass sway with the chilly morning breeze.

George glanced at his friend who was lightly snoring and fast asleep beside him. He felt heat run up his cheeks, quietly giggling at his friend. Dream started to shift, positioning himself into a more comfortable sitting position before looking around as if just realizing where he was.

George only realized that he had been staring when Dream started to turn his head to him. He instantly focused on daisies, animatedly bobbing about right by his legs.

Dream stretched, yawning as he did. "...Why did you drag me out here again? The sun isn't even up yet," He whined.

An hour earlier, George had been shaking Dream awake. Even after George had recovered from his fever, Dream still insisted on staying for at least a day longer.

"Dream," George whispered, shaking the sleeping man whose back is towards him. "Dream!" He whisper-shouted.

"George," Dream whined. The still-masked man faced George, propping himself slightly up with an arm. "It's like, 4 am... Why are you up so early? Just go back to sleep." Dream asked, his voice hoarse and deep.

A burst of butterflies fluttered around George's stomach at the thought of what he wanted to do with Dream that day. "I wanna go outside with you,"

"Just go back to sleep. We'll go later," Dream turned around, his back towards George once again.

Dream felt as if he could immediately fall back asleep then and there. That was until George crept up from behind him. With a smug grin and a stifled laugh, he let out a short, high-pitched scream.

Startled, Dream shrieked.

"To be fair, you were the one who wanted to be here," George retorted, gesturing to the field around them.

It was extremely cold when they stepped outside the apartment. Neither of the boys wore anything to keep them warm, they couldn't care any less.

"Where are we even going?" Dream slurred, his swaying movements looking like he could just collapse then and there.

George poked Dream's side, Dream's body jerking awake when he did, whining 'stop', to which George giggled. "I just wanted to go outside with you," He looked ahead again.

"Why do you get up so early?" Dream whined, a yawn interrupting him in between. "Can we at least go to the lonely tree?"

"You still dragged me out either way," Dream slurred, crossing his arms like a stubborn little kid.

George was about to shoot back a retort, but then he noticed a little speck of sunshine peep behind the forest in the distance. He looked over to his friend, only to find him slumped, lightly snoring away.

He looked at Dream, dumbfounded. How sleepy is he? Maybe I shouldn't have dragged him out here today... George contemplated. The entirety of George's previous days was nonstop thinking of Dream and Sapnap's conversation. It just wouldn't leave his mind, no matter how much he wanted to leave it alone. He was guilty he eavesdropped on his friends, although a large chunk of him was extremely curious.

"Tell him," Sapnap's words rang through George's head once again. "He'll understand,"

"I don't know what'll happen if I do," George thought about Dream's words.

He couldn't help but think if that meant that Dream liked him back. The thought kept George awake the entire night. He tried to revisit memories with Dream to find any hints, things he said with possible hidden meanings, just anything.