everlasting || dnf

1.2

🔴tw- homophobia, use of f slur (i can reclaim, I wouldn't use it if I couldn't)🔴 (towards end of chapter)

1st person Dream:

I opened my eyes, slowly peering around my room and looking for the window that had compromised my last minutes of sleep. The window all the way in the back of the room, and to the left. With me not being fully awake yet, I probably looked like an idiot glaring at a window but I honestly couldn't care less.

I let out a loud groan and let my head drop back on my pillow before realizing there was another person in my room. I quickly lifted my head up, looking at the bed George fell asleep on last night. My eyebrows furrowed seeing that the bed was empty. I didn't hear the shower running, I didn't hear anything from downstairs?

I shrugged it off and reached over to my phone, scrolling on Twitter for a little bit before deciding I wanted food. I threw my phone down next to me and stared at the ceiling, not wanting to get out of the cocoon I had myself wrapped in.

As I let out a hefty sigh, I got up and made my way down the steps, wincing and shivering as the cold air nipped at the exposed parts of my body. That was only my arms and my face but whatever.

"Oh, good morning Dream!" Wilbur chirped from the kitchen. Why was he so goddamn chipper when it's this cold?

"Mmm. Morning. Why is it cold?" I asked, leaning against the wall and watching as Wilbur cooked some sort of breakfast.

"Because it's November, dinghole." Wilbur put some eggs and bacon on a plate and slid it across the counter. My eyes followed the plate as it landed at George's hands.

"And? We still live in Florida, shouldn't be this cold. What's the AC at? Also good morning George." I said, flashing George a quick smile before walking over to the AC panel. My eyes going wide in utter disbelief. "60 fucking degrees?! You're a fucking heathen!" I yelled at Wilbur, hearing the both of them laugh from the other room.

I walked back in the kitchen, my head tilted and arms crossed looking at Wilbur. His eyes stared into the food, a small smirk on his face.

"Don't touch the panel, especially not if you're turning it down to 60 degrees. Idiot." I said as I made my way over to the counter to sit down on the spinny chairs. I loved the spinny chairs.

"George, how much clothes did you bring with you?" Wilbur asked, caution wavering throughout his voice.

Wilbur's elbows rested against the counter, him hunching over and his hands cupping his chin with his hands to hold his head up.

"Uhm... I only brought maybe 3 full outfits?" George said quietly, his tone of voice was hushed and a little shaky. Though, I couldn't tell if it was from cold or from some underlying thing.

"Alright, that's okay. We can go to the mall today if you want, to get you more clothes." Wilbur said, slightly emphasizing the 'if you want'. I picked at my food, eating it slowly while also listening to the conversation.

"Mhm. Wait-.." George fumbled around his back pockets for a second. "Shit. I don't have nearly enough money to get clothes. I- I'm sorry." George's head hung low, seemingly feeling very bad about it.

"You're a bit of a fool sometimes Gogy. I'm paying, I was going to since the beginning." Wilbur said, reaching over and gently ruffling his hair. "Are you done eating?" Wilbur asked, his hand hovering over his plate. I noticed that he hadn't eaten much, but I decided not to comment. To be fair, I don't usually like eating breakfast either.

"Yeah I am, thank you- and Wil, you can't pay for me I-"

"Yes I can, and I will. You seem to forget," Wilbur raised his hands, gesturing at the larger-than-normal house they lived in, " I have money to spare, George. You know the parents." Wilbur said, cocking his eyebrow and stifling a scoff.