butterflies - dnf

Chapter 4 | Bonding

Last night was probably the most fun George has had in awhile. Since he didn't have loads of friends, it was nice to have company. He cleared off the plastic cups, once filled with drinks and replaced the decorations back in there same spots. 

Sapnaps drums were still here, In the corner of the basement. The bass drum had a big flame painted, orange, yellow, a tad bit of brown and a crimson red. It was painted 'pixally' almost like it was from minecraft. George adored his drums, he thought they were really cool. 

His phone rang from across the room on the table. He ran over to the phone to see who would be calling at 8 in the morning. 

"Dream?" George picked up the phone, confused on why Dream would be calling. 

They all traded numbers last night which would make sense on how Dream is calling him but the real question is why? 

"Hello?" 

"George, hey." Dream seemed mellow. 

"Hi." George wasn't too fond of speaking to him since he's been a real ass lately. 

"Um. Do you wanna meet up together?" 

He gripped his phone a little tighter, timidly and spoke. 

"I- Uh. Yeah, sure." George didn't really know what to say. He was nervous.

"Okay! Cool, meet up at 10?" 

"Sure!"

"Alright, see you later" 

He hung up, gripping the phone to his chest, flustered. 

George actually couldn't believe it. Dream wanted to hangout with him after he had been avoiding him all this time. He was delighted. 

He ran upstairs, turned on the shower and stood in the mirror, looking at himself. He got in the shower and washed his hair etc. 

The shower turned off and George wrapped himself in a towel, his hair was dripping wet. He dried himself off and got dressed. He wore a baby blue crew neck with a white collar underneath. He put on a pair of black jeans and white nike socks. His hair was fluffy and he looked good! He felt confident. 

He looked in the mirror, brushed himself down, took a deep breath and left. Dream had texted after the phone call to meet up at that little coffee shop they went to the other day. 

George was getting closer to the coffee shop and could notice Dream. He was sitting at this table on the outdoor patio. He was dressed, pleasantly. His shirt was a lime green and he wore brown jeans. 

Dream noticed George from afar. He waved, smiling.  

"Hi Dream" George plants a tender smile. 

"Hi George, I like your crew neck. Its a good colour on you."

George looks down at his sweater, "Oh thank you. Lime is not so bad on you" He laughs.

"Thank you." Dream chuckles. 

George sits by him, while they wait for the waitress to come by they have a really nice social interaction. Dream talks, laughs, wheezes and repeats. George loved it, it made him overly happy to see Dream like this. 

Everything was slow, a blur. George was zoned out, he couldn't focus. He kept thinking about Dream, how.. attractive he was? He shook his head, Dream waved his hand over his face. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Y-Yes sorry." George scratched the back of his head. 

"What can I get for the lovely couple today" The waitress smiles as she pulls out her little note to wright down the orders.