The Night We Met

Ch. 5- Chef George

With their breathing patterns synced, Dream fell asleep with the brunette's head still resting on his shoulder.

Dream was awoken by George stirring in his sleep. He tilted his head to look at the boy, who know had his hand resting on Dream's chest. Sometime during the night, he must've laid down, because his head was now resting on George's pillow. George had kept his head on Dream's shoulder the entire night.

Suddenly, George's breathing pattern became increasingly faster. The dirty blonde could feel his heart start to beat faster in his chest. The brunette's hands began to tremble. He was having a nightmare.

"Hey, George. It's ok."

The boys eyes fluttered opened and looked into Dream's.

"Clay- you died. You died in my dream..."

"I'm here. It's ok. Go back to sleep."

George's breathing slowed down once again and he fell asleep.

Dream awoke on the morning alone. George wasn't with him in bed anymore. The dirty blonde sat up and rubbed his eyes. He found his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants. He turned it on and noticed 5 unread messages from Sapnap.

"DREAM WTF"
"ARE YOU AND GEORGE LIKE DATING???"
"ANSWER ME"
"TWITTERS GOING INSANE YOU MF"

"huh?" Dream replied.

"THE STREAM. WHAT WAS THAT"

"Oh we were just messing around."

"twitter doesn't think so"

"oh god"

Dream stood up and placed his phone back into his pocket and stepped out of the room. He heard George downstairs cooking.

"SHIT" came a shout from the kitchen. The smell of burnt eggs and toast wafted up the stairs. Dream ran downstairs hoping that George didn't set the house on fire.

"George?!"

"Clay... you see, I was trying to make you and I breakfast and I burnt it..."

"Oh my god George," Dream laughed.

"Sorry..."

Dream took the spatula from George's hand and removed the burnt toast from the toaster.

"Do you have any more eggs?"

"Uh I think so," George replied as he opened the fridge. He brought out 2 more eggs. "This is all I have."

"It's fine. I'll make some eggs and toast and I WON'T burn them," Dream chuckled.

He cracked the eggs into the frying pan and began cooking them. "Can i trust you to make the toast? Literally just stick them in the toaster and take them out when I say so."

"Ok..." George gently placed the slices of bread into the toaster and pulled the tab down.

When the toaster dinged, Dream told George to take the toast out of it. He gently removed the toast and set the slices on a plate. Dream added the eggs beside it and sat the play down on the table. The two split the food and ate.

"Is it good?" Dream asked.

"I mean it's not burnt so I guess. I've had better though," George teased.

"Oh shut up. You obviously haven't made better."

"Ok well in my defense, I usually order in."

"So do I! It's literally eggs!" Dream wheezed.

George rolled his eyes, sending butterflies into Dream's stomach.

When they finished eating, George cleaned up and took Dream's hoodie off. He handed it to the dirty blonde and smiled.

"You don't want it?"

"Just take it home for a bit. I'll probably want it back eventually. It's really comfy ya know."

Dream laughed and waved George goodbye. He grabbed his keys and walked out to his car. Dream stepped into it and started driving. Trying to recap what had happened in the last 24 hours was difficult. So much had happened...

Dream arrived at his house and unlocked the door. Patches was waiting at the door to greet him. She slunk in between his legs and followed his to the living room where he found a note on the remote.

"I fed Patches for you. She looked hungry and you weren't here. Hope you don't mind!
-mom"

"I'm sorry I wasn't home last night. Yesterday was weird," Dream spoke to the cat in a calm voice. Before he knew it, he was asleep with Patches lying on his lap. He dreamed of the day before, what George had said to him, what had happened on the stream, everything. He began to stir in his sleep from excitement and joy.

When he awoke an hour later, Patches was sitting on his face trying to get her owner's attention. He slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the brightness of the room.

"My sleep schedule is fucked," he whispered to himself. The clock on the wall read 2:00 pm. Had he been away for that long? The dirty blinde stood up and refilled Patches' food and water bowls. The feline happily ate and drank and followed him into his room.

Dream's room was extremely hot and messy. He had accidentally left the windows open. His sheets were still strewn across the bed and blankets laid on the floor. His pillows were still at the foot of the bed. The boy quickly foxed his bed and sat down, staring at the wall. His cat curled up into his legs and purred. He rubbed her soft head while gazing at the white wall in front of him.