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Sapnap yawns softly, putting a hand over his face to try snd hide it. Dream eyes him and rolls his eyes, then turns back to the movie they're watching. It's some horror movie Sapnap wanted to check out. Dream doesn't really like horror movies, but he'll watch it for Sapnap.

"Ugh, can we just play a Nintendo 64 or playstation game? This movie sucks ass, I'm done with it" Sapnap groans, sitting up on the couch. Dream chuckles, "You wanted to watch it, though." Sapnap rolls his eyes, "Shut the fuck up." He stands up and moves to set up a game on the playstation. Dream laughs wholeheartedly, and sits up too.

Dream phone starts ringing, causing them to both eye the phone on the coffee table. Dream leans over and grabs it.
"It's- George" Dream informs Sapnap, sounding very confused. It isn't night time, why would George call? Sapnap looks from the movie to Dream, then reaches for the remote, "Answer it."

Dream heart already pounds just by the thought of George. He takes a deep breath and nods, then presses the accept button. Sapnap furrows his eyebrows, then turns back to start his game.
"Hello?" Dream questions once the phone is to his ear. George's voice beams through the speaker, "Hey!" Dream stands up and walks upstairs to his bedroom, Sapnap not minding him leaving.

"Why'd you call?" he asks, and he notices how soft his voice is as he speaks to George. It isn't like this with Sapnap. A small breath is heard, then George responds, "I just wanted to talk to you. Is that a problem?" Dream is quick to answer, "No! No, definitely not a problem. I wanna talk to you too." George chuckles, and Dream can picture his smile.

Dream lays down on his bed and gets cozy, "What do you wanna talk about?" George hums softly, "What'd you do today?" Dream smiles though it's small talk, "I edited, worked on some song lyrics, and watched a horror movie with Sapnap." George's attention spikes, "Song lyrics? Do I get to see? Also, you don't like horror movies." Dream blushes at the small fact that George remembers that, "Sapnap wanted to check it out, it's fine if it's him. Also, yes, you do get to see." George's breath muffles the speaker for a moment, "Would it be okay with me? Do I get to see now?" Dream sucks in a breath, "Sure, you can see now, and yes, of course it would be okay with you."

Dream stands up off his bed and walks to his desk. He pulls out a journal that he writes his poetry and songs in and flips to a page. He tells George to hold on and takes a picture of the lyrics to his upcoming song "Mask" and sends them to George. Dream waits patiently as George reads, his nerves high and heart beating fast at the fact that George is the one studying his words and song lyrics.

"These are really good, Dream. I love it, I can't wait to her you sing it. Don't be afraid to let your heart out" George tells him. Dream chuckles softly at the last sentence, it's very ironic seeing the situation Dream is in currently.
"Thank you, George. What did you do today?" Dream responds. George thinks for a bit, Dream figures it out when he hears him hum in thought.
"About the same thing as you, except the Sapnap part. I don't live there yet" George answers. Dream's eyes widen, "Yet." George laughs softly, "Yes, yet."

They lay in silence for a moment, the sounds of only their breathing going through the phones' speakers. They're both at peace and comfortable, even if they're not talking. George breaks the silence, though.

"Dream-" he calls to grab his attention. Dream hims in response and turns to lay on his back.
"S-Sometimes I don't feel like you're real. I guess it's like a not seeing your face thing, but I hear your voice and see you post body pics, so I know you're real. It sometimes just seems like you're..." George stops in his sentence, searching for the right word choice. Dream stares up at his ceiling and thinks of when he was a kid and had the glow-in-the-dark stars.

"Like what?" he whispers. George takes a deep breath, then settles on his word choice.
"Like you're too good to be true. I'm really glad I met you, Dream. I'm lucky to be able to witness you as a person" George finishes. Dream sucks in a breath, his ceiling turns to real stars.
"I'm glad I met you too, George. I feel the same exact way about you. I really can't wait to meet-meet you." Dream speaks breathlessly. He wonders if George is smiling as bright as him right now.

"I'm so excited to meet you. I'm almost scared because of it; I get to meet you, someone who means a lot to me, and I get to see your face. What if it's too much all at once?" George admits gently. Dream searches from star to star, looking for George and for a sign.
"I'm scared too, but it's you" Dream assures. A sharp intake of breath is heard on the phone, then a rustle. Dream turns to face the phone, just like George is doing now. They can't see each other, it they know each other well enough.

"It's me?" George whispers. Heat rises to Dream's cheeks, "It's you. You're worth everything and more, George. The fear and doubt, it's meaningless compared to you. I know it'll be all worth it, just because it's you." Dream's eyes widen as he realizes what he just told George. His heart speeds up as his mind freaks and begins to worry, was that too much?

George doesn't speak for a minute, Dream focuses on every little detail he can while it happens. He focuses on the way he breaths and tries to analyze his reaction. He wants to scream and cry, his analysis fails because he doesn't know what to think. He's been trying to figure out George for almost a little less than a month now, he can't do it.

"It is worth it. You are worth it. It's you, Clay" George finally responds. His voice sounds like lilac and calm rain. The way George says Dream's real name, Clay, is like music to his ears it is so endearing. He can't see the stars anymore, but they travel around and around his head.

Written: 4/12/21 Words: 1100
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