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when dream and george's sleep isn't synced 🥲🕶🤏🏻

A few days later, George is finally rested enough to hang out after their classes. Dream has decided to do something they haven't done yet, so Dream keeps it a surprise as he drives them to the location.

"Dream, just tell me" George groans, dramatically falling back against the seat. Dream swears his accent got thicker from being back at his hometown and being with his family. Dream laughs and shakes his head, "Nope! Sorry, Georgie!" George groans again and crosses his arms, turning to face out the window.
"You're so annoying" George states, rolling his eyes. Dream's mouth falls open slightly, "Oh, come on. You love me" George scoffs, "You wish!"

They finally arrive, bickering and playing the entire car ride. George glances up at the big retro sign.
"We're bowling? I'm going to suck ass, Dream" Dream steps in front of George with wide eyes, "You don't have to go that far" George gasps, mouth falling open, "That's not what I mean, you asshole!" Dream grabs his chest, "I'm hurt, George, I'm hurt."

They walk in and get their shoes, then go to their lane. They find the right size bowling ball for themself and bring it over to their lane. They then begin to punch in their names.
"Yours should be loverboy because you're in love with me" George offers. Dream rolls his eyes playfully, "No, that should be yours" George gasps and bumps Dream out of the way.
"I'll do it" he states, pressing the keys to enter a name. Dream glances up to read the name, "Dogwater?" George nods, "Yeah, you're literally dogwater"

Dream chuckles then nudges George out of the way, "Fine, I'll do yours." He enters the keys, then George looks up to read the name inserted.
"White boy? Is this because I'm pale?" George rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. Dream shrugs with a shit-eating grin.

Dream goes first and knocks down 7 pins, but misses the rest. George smiles confidently as he walks up for his turn, then he rolls and gets five, and then one more. George groans and glares at Dream, "I'm gonna beat your ass." Dream chuckles and brushes past him to retrieve his own ball, "Sure thing, Sweetheart."

It's the final rounds, Dream's still in the lead. Dream goes up and George boos. Dream laughs wholeheartedly and rolls, only making 4. He goes for his spare, but then only gets 2 more.
"Shit, you may win" Dream states, moving to sit back down. George smiles smugly, "Damn right!" George grabs his ball and steps up to roll.
"Go, white boy, go!" Dream cheers. George takes a deep breath, prays to all Gods for him to win, then rolls.

As the ball rolls, George squeezes his fists and Dream stands up slowly.
"Holy shit-" Dream whispers, watching the ball roll closer and closer until it hits. "Fuck yes! Suck on that! You're literally dogwater! I won! I got a strike!" George screams, running up and jumping in Dream's face. Dream rolls his eyes and laughs as he shoves George playfully.
"Shut up" he bites his lip. He puts his ball up, ignoring George.

"Awe, is the little baby sad he lost?" George jokes, grabbing his own ball and placing it on the shelf. He walks behind Dream as they move to go pay.
"Dreamyyyy, do you need a kissie? Are you sad? Do you need a blankie?" George continues basking in his own victory. Dream pats and walks out, George continuing his jokes as they do.

"Claayyyyyy, are you just gonna ignore me?" George frowns playfully. Dream stops in his tracks, making George run into his back and his eyes to go wide.
"What?" Dream questions, a laugh slightly evident in his voice. He turns around with a blank face and stares George in the eyes. George makes kissy faces at Dream when he notices he isn't mad. Dream rolls his eyes, the corners of his lips tugging upwards into a soft smile.

George eventually stops his jokes halfway through the car ride to the dorms. He's still very happy and cocky, though, as he skips through the hallway and to his dorm. Dream chuckles watching him, then goes to sit on George's bed.

Dream rolls onto the bed and lays down instead, tired after bowling. George plays a happy tune on the piano to replicate his excitement.
"You know, I did win one game!" Dream exclaims lightly. George giggles and walks over to Dream.
"Yeah, and I won too! I'm the better one" George grins. He sits down on the bed and sighs.

He yawns and blinks slowly, which Dream notices. Dream grabs the George shirt and tugs on it, motioning for him to lay down.
"Is it really 8 already?" George asks, falling down to lay beside Dream. They stare at the ceiling, trying not to touch each other. Dream nods, "Yeah, are you still on this sleep schedule?" George yawns again and nods, "Unfortunately. I wanna spend more time with you, but I get too tired quickly."

Dream rolls over gently to face George, "We hang out everyday, you going to bed early doesn't hurt. We'll see each other again tomorrow" Dream responds, "I'll let you get some sleep." He sits up slowly, but a head reaches up and grabs the back of his shirt. Dream cranes his neck to look behind him.

George lays with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slowly, and his hand is in a fist around Dream's shirt. Dream's eyes soften.
"George?" he says, trying to get him to open his eyes. George doesn't answer except for his breath falling past his soft pink lips. Dream sighs and moves to lay back down. George's arm barely moves, so it ends up being under Dream's neck.

"George? Do you want me to stay?" Dream whispers, hesitant about staying and sleeping in George's bed. George takes a few breaths, then rolls over to face Dream so he's more comfortable.
"George?" he says again very softly. George snuggles into himself, then finally mumbles a few words.
"Dream- 'm cold"

Written: 3/27/21 Words: 1030
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-moon ⎊