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Dream covers his face with his hands as he takes a deep breath. He needs to stop doing this; he needs to stop watching all of these clips. A ding sounds from his phone on the bed beside him, so he rolls over and picks it up. It's a text from George, perfect timing.

"Thinking of alt streaming, want to join? Sapnap is joining" the text reads. Dream sighs but moves to his PC.
"Of course!" he texts back, immediately overthinking his response. Was the exclamation mark too much? Dream waits for his PC to turn on and logs in, then clicks open the Twitch software. He hears a Discord notification, so he clicks to bring up his Discord screen. He types to George, then gets added to the call.

Sapnap is already there, and they make small conversation as George starts his stream. George throws out options, Dream's mood skyrocketing once he mentions Geoguesser. Sapnap makes a joke about Geoguesser being Dream's crack, but Dream denies it. He really does enjoy figuring out the locations, and he takes pride in being right.

Not long into it, Sapnap leaves and raids George's stream. Thus, George and Dream are left alone. For the most part, it goes well. That is until they start making DNF jokes and references.

One point someone mentions George in a maid dress, which George asks for Dream's opinion on. Dream sits there in silence, just imagining what George really would look like with his slender frame and high hips in a maid dress.

Next, someone asks George if there is a song that reminds him of Dream, and George responds with "probably Road Trip." Dream, however, responds with "probably Heatwaves." Heatwaves has been a running joke and reference in DNF for a while, and Dream would be lying if he said he didn't read it. George laughs, making Dream match his laughter.
"That's true, though" Dream claims, receiving soft chuckles from George.
"That's actually not true" George replies. The laughter stops. Dream eyes the discord tab showing their voice channel, "Really?" George responds immediately, "I don't know."

Next thing to happen is when George makes a bet when they're talking about merch. George laughs wholeheartedly, though sounding somewhat tired, "If you get this one right, within the next three seconds, they'll buy your merch." Dream recognizes a flag and answers immediately, "India." They bicker for a bit, both agreeing it's India and what the colors of the flag are. The answer is correct, so Dream brings up what George said.
"But I got it right! You said you were literally going to what? Kiss me or something like that?" Dream chuckles, jokingly flirting. He knows what George said previously. George laughs, and changes the subject.

Dream just jokes, he always has. George is letting it happen, it isn't that big of a deal. Maybe he's gotten more comfortable. Dream sighs once the stream ends, recalling all of the moments that happened in the span of almost two hours. His brain freezes on one moment, he can picture it and remember it so vividly. It's embedded in his brain; his words, George's laugh, George's words.

He was away from his computer, so no one could hear him but George. He didn't have his headphones on, so it was very faint, but George could hear him better than everyone else due to his headphones. George told him to tell a secret, so he did. Joking, of course, he responded, "DNF is real." George laughed nervously, he noted it in his brain. George laughed and said, "They probably hear it through my headphones, oh no." Then, George asked him a question that seemed way to genuine as he spoke.

"You don't mean that, do you?" George questioned, voice bright and soft. It seeps into Dream's skin like honey. Oh, how Dream wished it was real. He would mean that sentence forever, and he would let everyone know.

It claws at Dream's brain; what did George mean by that? Why did he even ask that question, making them shift further and step over the line? He's making Dream step further and further over the line, it's far gone by now.

Dream's tan hands find their way to his blond locks again, and he tugs. His face scrunches as he thinks and thinks and thinks. It's trapped on his mind, his mind, body, and soul being consumed by George and only George. Why did the soft warm honey sound so buttery sweet and hopeful?

Written: 4/12/21 Words: 757
is this even good question mark
also omg tommy wilbur and george meetup!!!

-moon ⎊