𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ; georgenotfound

nine

before you answered, you made sure your phone was tilted up so that all you could see was your ceiling.

once you answered, you were greeted to half of his face, as if he was looking for something that wasn't in your view.

he must have heard the noise facetime makes because once you answer, he quickly turns and faces his screen, his face lighting up a little to see you answered.

"why'd you call?" you ask since you've got his attention.

"hm, just wanted to talk to you." he says, smiling a little at the end and seeming to stand up from his chair.

he made his way over to his bed, practically face planting into it like you had done earlier today.

he was laying on his stomach, only his head tilted up so he could see his screen.

"lift your phone up." he says suddenly, "what?" you ask him, since your confused on where it came from.

"lift your phone up, i wanna see you." he says simply, tilting his head to the side as if he was waiting.

you sighed, being somewhat audible from his end.
"hey, what's wrong? you don't have to turn it on if you don't want to, i'm sorry." he says as if a switch was flipped.

"i'm fine, george," you say, giving in and picking up your phone and showing your face. "you just wanted to see me." you say, winking sarcastically as his face goes a light shade of red.

you laugh at him, and he shoves his face into one of the pillows on his bed.

"stoopp..." he says, flustered and embarrassed a little, but with the pillow right in his face made it muffled.

"it's okay george, don't be embarrassed." you say, meaning it. after about 10 seconds, he looks up again, both of you making eye contact through the call for a while.

you looked at him, the slight shade of red that was previously there was gone, but now you realize the faint freckles that lay there, the way his hair is falling slightly to the front of his head since he's been going his hair out. you look at him, then go back to his eyes, seeming to skim your face the way you did to him. he met eye contact with you again, and then cleared his throat and looked away.

"so, what are you doing?" he says, looking back at you after, noticing the faint shade of red there again.

"you're blushing." you said suddenly, you didn't wanna say that outloud, but it was kind of hard not to miss.

"uh- well- no i'm not! i'm not blushing." george says, stuttering over his sentence.

you laugh and tease him a little for a while, until you both actually have a conversation.

"oh, i have a question by the way," you said to him as he hummed back in response.

"what were you doing on the smp today? i joined and you and dream, sap, karl and quackity were all there. i said hi in chat but none of you answered so i looked around but i still couldn't find you." you explained as you saw how his camera switched from his face to being a gray blurry screen with the words 'paused.'

"but you were on ranboo's stream with him and tubbo?" he says. how long was he even watching for?

"couldn't find you guys so i gave up, but i ran into them and i didn't bother going back home anyways," his face comes back and he's standing up going to sit at his pc again.

"oh, and since when did you watch ranboo? chat was saying your name and i saw you were watching." you continued, and he looked at his camera, not having a response.

instead, he booted up his pc and then took a second to answer you. "i don't know, saw him on the smp and then saw him streaming, so i decided to see what he was doing since i didn't look for him when i was on." he says, starting to type on his keyboard.

he had his phone propped up against who knows what, but you got the perfect angle of him.

the light from his monitor added to the light that was already filling up the room, and you saw the way his fingers moved on his keyboard typing stuff out.

he must have caught your stare because he asked what you were looking at.

"what? oh, sorry. got distracted for a second." you say quickly, practically feeling his hot stare on you through the screen.

you look at him since you hear him type again, and you can see a slight smirk on his face. you continued looking at him because who cares, you've literally got a great angle of him, what's there to lose?

your eyes went back to his hands, from where you were previously looking before his voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

he finished typing, but his hands laid on his keyboard, as if he was ready to type again. but instead, his flipped his hand over, as if he were looking at it.

you look up, and you were correct, he was looking at his hands, why was he doing that?

"what are you doing?" you ask him, and he responds with, "i don't know, why were you looking at my hands? there's nothing special about them." not even looking at you as he searches his hands for something interesting.

ah, so he did see.

"w-" you start, but not having anything to say, so you stay quiet.

he drops his hands back on his keyboard once again. "caught in 4k?" he says, laughing at you.

you roll your eyes, "shut up." is all you say before you head over to pick up your waterbottle on your desk and making your way over to your kitchen.

he's laughing at you, which you eventually start laughing along as well.

you fill up your water bottle, still laughing softly with him, until you ask what he's typing.

"oh, nothing. just typing random stuff." he says, not looking away from his screen. you check the time, seeing how it's almost 1am.

you realize that it would be 6am for george, and you felt bad he was awake talking to you.

"hey, go to bed. it's almost 6am for you, you need rest." you say, and he chuckles.

"i can sleep during the day, i'm fine." he says smiling, and you sigh.

"yeah and cause another war? okay, i see you mr. notfound."

he laughs and you smile at him, "alright, i'll head to bed soon." you smile wider, happy he agreed.

you get ready for bed, still on call with george the whole time.

when you finish, you get under your comfy blankets, and god, it was so soft. has it always been like this? or was it because you wanted to sleep?

"goodnight george." you say as you see him turning his pc off once again, and walking around.

"goodnight, are you gonna hang up or..?" he said, you didn't feel like hanging up or responding to him, so you just closed your eyes and shrugged.

"okay then, sleepyhead." he says, laughing at the end, with his accent the words slip off his tongue so easily.

you hear a few doors opening and closing, as well as some running water from his end.

eventually, it's just a squeak coming from a bed, with some shuffling.

"goodnight, y/n." he says, propping his phone up against his nightstand so you could still see him.

you open your eyes and make eye contact with him once more, before smiling softly and saying goodnight.

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1292 words
kind of a long chapter, slight george fluff??