~Dreamnotfound Oneshots~

Arguments

Thank you WildV6 for the request, very poggers :]

tw// angst (with happy ending), arguing

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Living with Dream has been the best three months of his life.

Well, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but everytime George gets to wake up to his boyfriend laying in bed with him cuddling eachother, or on the days he wakes up to the smell of breakfast he can't help but think this is exactly where he's ment to be.

When the brit had first moved in, it had been pretty difficult for the two. Not knowing they liked eachother and constantly beating around the bush was difficult, but once they finally let loose and shared how they felt, everything was easy.

Now, dating for about 2 weeks, George wakes up to an empty bed.

Dream had said something about visiting someone for a couple hours, so he groaned and sat up, stretching his back and got on with his day.

Throughout the day he noticed a bunch of a little things, that slowly  accumulated in his mind.

The first thing he noticed was the bathroom light was still on, water on the floor, and the blonds cloths haphazardously thrown into the, almost, over flowing laundry basket.

He sighed defeatedly, doing his usual bathroom business then carting the basket into the laundry room, starting a load. He grabbed a towel on his way back to the bathroom, cleaing up all the water. Making sure thr bathroom light was turned off, he went back into their shared bedroom, which was connected to the bathroom.

The brunet got dressed, just simple shorts and a t-shirt, going to the kitchen and making some breakfast.

The second thing he noticed, was the bowl of cereal in the sink, that was half eaten and not even rinsed out, and the box of cereal left on the counter, that subsequently got knocked over by one of the cats.

He groaned once again, cleaning up the fallen bits of cereal, throwing it away and then washing out the bowl, putting it on the drying rack.

He then made his own bowl of cereal, with the remaining milk, getting his phone out and typing into his grocery list that they needed more.

As he ate, he started to think. Dream, normally, is never this messy and has always been pretty good at cleaning up after himself.

He shook his head, figuring the boy was just a little off today. He washed his bowl, now empty of cereal, cleaning his spoon and putting it on the drying rack as well. He looked around the kitchen, seeing there was a spot on the counter that was a little shiny-er then the rest. He went over to the spot, realizing the blond must of spilt some milk, the counter being white already, he must of not noticed.

Grabbing some paper towels and a cleaning spray, he wiped away the milk, making sure there wasn't any other little puddles in the surrounding area.

He took a screenshot of his list of grocery items, sending it to Dream for the boy to pick up later. Double checking the fridge beforehand, he noticed they were also low on his favorite drink, even though he hadn't dranken any the past couple days, and when he had it was much fuller.

Sighing once again, he typed that into his notes as well, to make sure his boyfriend bought it.

To pass some time, he went to the living room, picking up Dreams jacket that he must if left, and putting it on their coat hanger, as well as fixing up their little rack of shoes by the door. He went back over and sat on the couch, turning on the TV.