Talk Like That ~ dreamnotfound

Chapter 2

Music balred through his headphones, volume all the way up as he danced around the kitchen, being careful to not swing his cast into anything, since he didn't need any more broken items.

It was the third day of his wrist being broken, and so far he's been struggling a lot, but he's getting better at doing things.

He had woken up that morning with everything on his mind, but there was no point to worrying and overthinking everything. He did all that too much anyways.

So, he decided to just relax for the day, let his mind rest for a bit.

Karl had asked him to hop onto the smp later for his stream, just to hangout, but since he still wasn't sure how to play one handed he declined, not really wanting to just sit on call the whole time while playing on his phone or something.

Dream had texted him a little after Karl did, asking how he was feeling and how his wrist felt. He had quickly replied, also slightly confused since Dream should have been sleeping for his time zone, but he brushed it off and continued to text the other for a while.

After that, Sapnap texted him as well, just checking in as the blond had done earlier. They didn't text for very long, since the Texan was getting his stuff together to move in with Dream. They had all been planning on moving in with him in Florida, but George wasn't quite ready to move yet, still dealing with his feelings.

But, George didn't want to think about all that, today was supposed to be a day of little thinking and just enjoying himself.

He had made breakfast after texting his friends, just simple eggs and toast, eating at his counter top.

So that brings him to now, stupidly dancing around to his playlist on shuffle, "Talk Like That" being the current song playing.

He didn't want the song to become the only thing on his mind, but when it came on a bigger smile found its way to his face.

When it ended, he flopped down on the couch, looking over at the blank TV. The beginning notes to the next song played, and he turned it down slightly, turning his head to look up at his ceiling.

Although it had only been about one and a half hours since he last texted Dream, he still missed the other, especially his voice. But he got the Twitch notification for Karl's stream already, seeing that Dream was in the title, meaning he was busy now.

He looked back to the TV, contemplated actually doing what was on his mind, and landed on just doing it.

He opened YouTube, pulled up the Americans old speed running streams, and listened to his voice as he layed on the couch, music now paused and phone thrown onto the coffee table.

Laughter sounded from the TV's speakers, Dream's wheeze making him grin as the other read out some donation, currently running around the nether to find the fortress.

Once he got all of the blaze rods needed, the lime green Minecraft character ran around a crimson forest, trying to trade for pearls.

But a hoglin began to attack him, so Dream's climbed up one of the red weeping vines that hung from a tree, and inbetween his giggles he said "I-im Spiderman bitches" making George break out into giggles too.

By the time the video ended, Karl's stream had ended too. Quackity was now streaming, but Dream was no where in the title, so he felt comfortable enough to text his friend.

The worries that he had been pushing off all day seemed to come back full force, reminding himself of how weird this probably all was.

Was he clingy for wanting to hear Dream's voice, and his only for hours on end? Definitely, without a doubt he was. But he didn't want anyone to know that, didn't want people to consider him clingy except himself.