Streamers, Hoodie and Twins

Chapter 2

Dream placed a hand in his chest. 'You're so cute, you know that George?' he mumbled.
   George's face flushed and he buried it into Dreams shoulder.
   Dream put his hand under George's chin, forcing him to look up. Dream tilted his head down and pressed his lips against George's. A shudder ran through George's body as Dream continued kissing him. Dream pushed George up against the wall, forcing the smaller boy to stay with him.
   'You're mine, George,' Dream whispered. His voice was dangerously low. His fierce green eyes stared into George's soul. 'You're always mine.'
   Dream pushed George over to the bed and pulled off his shirt. George's eyes widened as he saw the sight in front of him. Dream was even more muscular then he had realised. Dream slowly put his hand under George's shirt, and when George didn't resist he pulled off his shirt entirely. Dream took his position in top of George and whispered into his ear 'Let's do some crafting table type shit.'
George awoke drenched in sweat. He glanced over at the space on the other side of the bed. Of course, it was empty. Dream wasn't hiding somewhere in his house. It was a dream, plain and simple.
   A dream. A dream with Dream.
   He got up, had a cold shower, made breakfast, and checked his phone to see sixteen missed calls from Sapnap. He sighed and called him back. Why on earth would Sapnap call him sixteen times in three minutes and not leave a single text?
   Sapnap picked up on the first ring. 'Dude! Why haven't yet been answering!'
   'I was sleeping! You do know time zones are a thing, right?'
   Sapnap didn't answer.
   'Well, you called me sixteen times, so I'm going to assume it's an emergency. What is it now?'
   There was a moment of silence. 'I had a new video idea.'
   'What the fuck Sapnap!' George paused, waiting for Bad's innocent voice to chime in language, then he remebered they were on a phone call, not on the discord call. 'You called sixteen time for that?'
   'Why are you so mad? I called you twenty-three times once because I didn't know where the maple syrup was in a grocery store and you didn't get mad. Why are you so pissed?'
   George didn't answer. He knew, but it wasn't like he could say it. Still, Sapnap had known him for a long time.
   'Dude, Clay isn't pissed at you.' It sounded weird to hear him say Clay. 'Cause that's why you're mad, aren't you? Because of Clay.'
   'Its not because he's pissed at me,' George muttered.
   'You're right. He's not pissed at you, something has just happened to him and he needs some time to get over it.'
   'But get over what?'
   'I don't know,' Sapnap sighed. 'And I've asked, but he isn't going to tell me. He's pretty stubborn, to. If he hasn't told me by now, he's not going to tell me. Have you asked him?'
   'No,' George admitted.
   He could sense Sapnap's judgment. 'So you're so worried he doesn't love you or something even though you haven't even asked?'
   'I was going to.'
   'Well, do it now. Forget the video idea. It sounds like both of you need time to cool off.' Sapnap hung up.
   George sighed. Why was he so mad? Because of the dream this morning? Because of Dream's mysterious exit? Or was it just because he wasn't with Dream?
   He was meant to be recording a video in the morning and joining Tommy's stream in the evening, but he really didn't think he'd be able to put on a happy face for that long. Instead, he got changed and began to walk. He didn't even know where he was going, and he didn't care. He just needed to leave his house.
When his phone began to ring, he didn't want to answer it. How could he talk to Dream after that phone call with Sapnap?
Dream rung him again. Sighing, he answered.
'Hello?'
Confusion rippled through George. It wasn't Dream's voice. It was a girls voice, an angry girls voice.
'Drista?' he asked slowly. The voice did kind of sound like hers.
'Drista? What the fuck is that?'
Ok, it defiantly wasn't Drista.
'Nevermind. Who is this?'
He heard the girl laugh. 'Well, I saw you were saved to Clay's contact as Georgie with love hearts, so I decided to call you. I thought you were another girl.'
He tried to ignore the fact he was called George with hearts on Dreams phone. 'But you didn't answer my question. Who are you? Why are you on Dreams...uh Clay's phone?'
'I'm Brianna. I was, well I am at Clays house, but he had to go out for a bit, so I decided to look through his phone.'
A girl. Dream was at his house with some girl.
'How did you get into his phone?' George asked slowly.
'The password is my birthday,' she answered. 'Kind of obvious, and Clay is very predictable. To me, at least.'
Dream wasn't predictable to George. 'Well...why did you call me?'
'Because when I saw your contact name I was worried. I thought Clay was seeing another girl.'
'Another girl?'
'Yeah, that's what I said.'
'Are you saying that...'
'Yeah. I'm Clay's girlfriend.'