The Night We Met

Ch. 8- Cold. So Cold

Dream suddenly found himself being awoken by the sound of his front door opening. He immediately jumped up and leaped over his cat once again. He had fallen asleep waiting for George to arrive.

"Clay!"

"George!"

George came running into Dream's arms and hugged him, causing the blonde to stumble backwards.

"It's been less than a day! Did you miss me that much?" laughed Dream.

"Mhm," mumbled George. His face was buried in Dream's chest.

The brunette stepped backwards with Dream's arms still around his waist. He was beaming.

"Your smile is so stupid," Dream smirked.

George tried to keep a straight face but found it impossible. Both of them burst into laughter. George attempted to pry the blonde's hands off of his waist, but Dream pulled him closer. He gazed into George's chocolate colored eyes.

"What are you looking at hm?"

"You."

"Wow. He's so obsessed with me," teased the brunette. George successfully removed Dream's hands from his waist and stepped backwards, leaving Dream with his arms still outstretched.

"So..." George started tapping his foot on the hardwood floor.

"Ooo I wanna show you something!" The blonde took a hold of George's hand and immediately dropped it.

"Is something wrong?"

"George- your hand. It's freezing."

Dream grasped his hand again, this time sandwiching it between his palms.

"Are you sick?"

"Not that I know of. I feel fine."

"Come here. I wanna feel your forehead."

George leaned forward and Dream placed his hand on his forehead. His head felt like ice. The blonde pulled his hand away and looked concerningly at his friend.

"You need to go to the doctor. You're freezing."

"No! I'm ok!"

"At least put a blanket or something on. How about this? Go to my room and pick out a sweater or something."

George reluctantly headed to Dream's room.

While waiting for George to return, Dream began to fiddle with his fingers. He did this when he was nervous. This was the most anxious he had been in at least a year. He was nervous about George's health. Why was he so cold?

George came down the stairs silently, draped in the same oversized hoodie he had on the night before. The brunette jumped onto Dream's back, trusting him to catch him. Dream's reflexes caused him to react quickly. He caught George's legs in his arms and turned his head to face him.

"You idiot!" Dream teased as a huge smile spread across his face.

"Wow. Reflexes are fast. Was it because you played football?"

"I was born like this. You're just jealous."

"Mmm got it," George smirked.

"Your hair's still wet," George began, ruffling Dream's hair with his hand.

"Don't mess up my hair!" The blonde threw his head forward once. The action cause George's hand to fall from his head. Dream walked to the couch and stood directly in front of it. He released his arms and let George fall onto the plush fabric.

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"Anything you wanna do?"

"We could get some food I guess. Watch T.V. too?"

"On it," Dream smiled. He pulled out his phone and handed it to George so he could order what he wanted. He decided on Chick-Fil-A. In order to make his life easier, he ordered from there too.

"Foods here!" Dream yelled from the front door. He walked back to the couch and threw the bag on George's lap. The brunette pulled out their meals and handed Dream's to him. Upon handing him the box, their hands touched.

"George... your hands are still cold."

"I'll be fine. It's cold in here," George announced, looking around the room.

"The air isn't even on. This isn't normal."

"I told you I'm fine!"

Dream was taken aback by his sudden change of tone.

"Ok. Sorry about that. I'll be fine."

"If you're not warmer in an hour, I'm driving you to the doctor."

"It's probably a cold."

"And if it's not? What if it's something really bad?"

"It's not."

They ate in silence. This was extremely rare. Neither of them could shut their mouths when they were together. They were always laughing. Dream was always cracking jokes. George's laughter always filled the air. This time, they sat in silence.

George unlocked his phone and began rapidly typing.

"Is everything ok?" Dream questioned, attempting to break the silence.

"Huh? Oh uh yeah," George didn't look up from his phone. Suddenly, it slipped from his finger and tumbled to the floor. He scrambled down to pick it up. Dream gazed at him with a puzzled look. George was trembling.

"Ok that's it. C'mon." Dream reached for George's hand, but he pulled away.

"George, please."

"Fine." George let Dream wrap his fingers around his trembling, freezing hands. Dream grabbed his left and hand and put it between his hands in an attempt to warm them up. A shiver ran down the blonde's spine.

He guided George to the car and waited for him to buckle his seatbelt to start driving. Once again, the pair sat in silence.
George placed his arm on the arm rest and with his free arm, Dream pulled his hand onto it as well and held it.