Dreamnotfound Fluff

32

George awoke to a weight on his chest.

"Get off, you fat lump." George wheezed, coughing. He shoved Dream off his chest, and Dream grinned, clutching at his heart dramatically.

"I'm hurt, George."

George rolled his eyes, sitting up. "What did you wake me up for?"

Dream smirked. "Did I interrupt a dream of you making out with me? If so, I can help you finish that dream."

George rolled his eyes, long used to Dream's flirty and cringy jokes.

"What did you wake me up for?" George repeated, folding his arms.

"We're going to an art museum." Dream finally answered. George narrowed his eyes.

"Now, why would I need or even want to go to an art museum?"

Dream shrugged. "I have tickets. You get to hang out with me."

George pretended to think about it, and Dream pursed his lips. "Please?" He begged, bribing George with a kiss to the temple.

George rolled his eyes. "Yes, you dork. Now, give me another kiss."

Dream laughed and leaned down, giving George a quick peck, but George wrapped his arms around Dream's neck, deepening the kiss. Dream groaned.

"Come on, we've got to be there at 8." Dream broke away, panting slightly. George smirked.

"Am I too distracting for you, Dream?" He teased. Dream rolled his eyes, stepping away from the bed.

"Just get changed, dork." Dream left the bedroom, leaving George to chuckle quietly with himself, dressing in a casual hoodie and sweatpants. He exited the bedroom and padded into the bathroom, washing up before entering the kitchen.

There, Dream was scrolling his phone while slouching over the table, and looked up when he heard George enter. Dream flashed George a brief smile.

"Hey." George greeted Dream, pressing a short kiss onto Dream's cheek. "Did you make me anything?"

"Go make yourself something, lazy ass." Dream snorted, waving his hand at the kitchen.

George pursed his lips, pouting. "You wound me, Dream." He stalked off mockingly while Dream looked up and watched amusedly.

"Just eat something. I'm not having you pass out or something in my arms while we gaze upon wonderful creative art that deserves to be appreciated. Although that might be pretty romantic." Dream commented.

George rolled his eyes. "Your taste in romantic fantasies are questionable. I might need to change that."

"I would quite enjoy that." Dream replied shortly, the edge of his mouth quirking up slightly and a twinkle in his eye. George took a moment to drink in Dream's cute expression before he snapped out of his reverie.

"That was cute." George commented before turning around and rummaging through the fridge. He picked out some cereal.

"You mean, that was hot." Dream corrected George.

"No, I meant it was cute. You're cute. Hot? Not so much."

"Ouch. That one stung."

"Cry, baby, cry." George sang mockingly, pouring some milk over his cereal.

"I like it when you call me baby, but we might want to save the nicknames for the bedroom."

George was silent for a while. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"