and the universe said i love you...

connections.

dream's pov

dream rolled over after opening his eyes. for once he woke up not feeling drained. he reached for his phone.

[george :)
good morninggg]

dream felt himself smiling.

stop. no what are you doing.

dream smiled and shook his head as he typed-

[dream
morning loser]

dream set his phone down again rolling over to stare at the blank ceiling. he felt swirls of happiness dance in his mind.

why was he so drawn to him?

drawn to him.

why was he so excited to see him tonight?

why was it that he anxiously waited for the notification to come across his phone?

why.

but for some reason. he loved that. he loved those questions.

something was there.

a small ding came from dreams phone. he quickly rolled over and tapped on the message.

[george :)
ngl i'm really excited to see u]

dream felt a rush of butterflies in his stomach. he quickly typed out a response, sending without hesitation.

[dream
me too :)]

everything happened so quickly. feelings happened so quickly. dream didn't understand. he didn't understand how, or why. he didn't understand anything. however he loved what was happening.

he loved the thoughts.

the emotions.

the butterflies in his stomach.

...

"dumbass" dream rolled his eyes as george stumbled his way over to the bench.

"oh whatever" george scoffed as he sat down beside dream.

"so"

"so...."

"what did you do today"

dream tried to carry the conversation. he hated the first step of any relationship or friendship. the talking stage.

"eh nothing really... just edited"

no. no no no. wtf.

"edited?" dream frowned smiling.

"uh yeah you're probably gonna call me a nerd or something but I basically play minecraft for living" george rubbed the back of his neck giving a nervous grin.

this cant be happening.

"shut the fuck uppp" dream chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"stop playin"

"ik ik it's weird"

"no like george. I do the same thing..."

"OH STOPP" george laughed.

"IM SERIOUS" dream wheezed. "SEE it is a sign"

"oh whatever-how abt this. you have to tell me a bunch of facts abt you and i'll do the same"

"okay i'll go first. uh my favorite color is green, I play minecraft- like speed running and shit, ummm damn idk, I don't like heights, i'm a cat person, I can be super emotional..."

"whoah" george gave him a serious stare.

"yeah" dream nervously smiled, "okay now you go"

"favorite color is blue, i'm colorblind, um i'm a cat person too, I play minecraft all the time, and uhhh I spend most of my day sleeping"

"wowww what a loser" dream rolled his eyes playfully.

"oh shut up your like the same person"

"then I guess it makes both of us losers" dream smirked.

george smiled softly. his brown eyes glowing from the shine of the street lamp.

"I literally thought abt you all day" dream smiled.

george smirked-
"really?"

"mhm" dream gave george a soft smile.

"wow" george giggled "that actually means a lot"

dream laughed quietly.

"so did you wake up feeling like yesterday? yk lost?"

"no, surprisingly" george chuckled, "however I still feel a connection- idk it's probably just my head or something"

a connection.

they both had this connection.

why did they share it?

"that's good i'm glad" dream smiled.

"how about you?"

"you're gonna hate me for saying this but- i felt the same way"

"maybe I will believe your little sign theory" george teased.

"i'm telling you it's a sign or some shit"

"well i'm not believing you until the song plays again" george rolled his eyes.

"fineeee" dream scoffed to himself.

dream felt his eyes grow heavy and tired, he tried to hide his yawn with his sleeve.

"don't tell me you're already getting tireddd" george whined.

"aww george are gonna miss me"

"oh shut uppp" george rolled his eyes.

"but honestly I should probably get going before I pass out on this random bench"

or was it random?

why did something random have such a symbolic pulling.

"fineee" george stood up- "goodnight meanie"

"oh now i'm mean" dream smirked

george smiled playfully-

"after all I was the one who literally helped you" dream smirked.

"whatever you win I guess"

"night loserrrr" dream shouted as he walked backwards towards his apartment building.

george turned around and flipped him off-

dream shook his head smirking.

why do I feel like this?

why.

and as they both walked back to their apartment buildings, into their own rooms, settling in and laying down, both thinking about each other. both having whirling thoughts bounce in their minds...

the street lamp played the song.