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In which two best friends meet after years of only online communication, and explore their possible feelings for eachother.
george Our eyes lock, his body propped up with one arm, the other brushing the hair out of my eyes. The golden light illuminates his green eyes, his freckles, his pink lips. "You're so fucking gorgeous, Georgie," he smiles, revealing his teeth. I open my mouth, no words leaving them. It feels like the air is being suctioned out of my lungs. 'Play it cool, stupid.' I think to myself, as my eyes meet his. "I know," I wink, amused to see his breathing hitch. "Ah fuck it," he says, pulling me in and connecting our lips. My hand reaches up to cradle his cheek, he melts into my touch. I pull away, finally. "That was kinda gay, dreamie," "You're so dumb," he chuckles "You love me for it," —————————————————————————————————————————————— "Hello? Gogy?!" Sapnap's voice crackles through my headset, bringing me back to the present. "He's probably thinking about Dream," Karl giggles, his character running up to me and bouncing up and down. "Fuck off Karl," I groan, rolling my eyes. "WOAHHHH," Sapnap yells, "Don't you dare talk to my fiancé like that, gogy," "He's in his sailor arc chat! We're popping off!" Quackity contributes, punching George in game. "What the honk man, calm down," Karl pretends to be hurt, crouching and slowly walking away from George's character in game. "What are we doing?" I ask, stretching. "Setting up for the marriage, it's happening next Friday, in case you forgot," Karl answers, "AND I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU SLEEP THROUGH MY WEDDING I WILL PERSONALLY SWIM TO ENGLAND AND FUCK YOU UP," Quackity yells, equipping his axe in-game. "Woah woah woah, calm down Quackity," Sapnap calms him down, "Talk to me like that again and I just won't help you Quackity," "Dreammmmmmm your boyfriend is being a bitchhhhhhh," Quackity complains, knowing that Dream is watching the stream. "That's it. I'm leaving," I leave the discord call, shutting off my laptop. I open Twitter, my first mistake. The stans are fast. dnf is trending at #3, georgenotfound is trending at #5, and feralboys is trending at #2. —————————————————————————————————————————————— @honk_luvr0312 George is on his period for sure. #georgenotfound | | | | @g3orgienotfound George rn:
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@simpfxr_sapnap Who hurt you Gogy, your scorpio is showing. #georgenotfound | | | | @lucywastaken Dream prolly just didn't reply to him on discord or sum. The line is blurring #dnf ——————————————————————————————————————————————
I shut off my phone. I love the fandom, I think they're generally pretty chill and funny, but can they not just let me have emotions. Everyone has bad days. Not everyone has bad days because they're in love with their straight best friend but... Love?! I'm not in love. No... I just can't separate platonic and romantic attraction... right? That's all.
A notification pops up on my phone from discord. —————————————————————————————————————————————— dreamie <3 hey, what's going on? wanna call? gogs:] yh sure —————————————————————————————————————————————— The familiar noise of the discord call ping begins to play. I accept. "hi," I say "georgie! what's going on? are you okay?" He immediately asks me question after question. It's cute how he cares. "I'm alright, just a little off today. I think the energy in the stream was a bit too much," "Lets just relax then, okay? You've been working a lot recently, it's just a bit of burnout," "mmm," I hum, "what time is it there?" "It's about 3pm, but I just woke up. Was editing the most recent manhunt until about 6am this morning," "That was a fun one, we were so close!" "No thanks to Sapnap," We both laugh, thinking about our friend. "What's it like?" I ask "Hmm?" he questions "Living with him, I mean," "Oh! Right. It's actually really great, but we both wish you could come live with us," "You're just saying that, I'm sure you don't even notice i'm not there," I smile sadly, even though he can't see me. "No I mean it! We're a trio, it's different with only me and Sapnap. Fun, but different," "Only one person to flirt with not enough for you, dreamie?" he laughs, softly "It's not quite as fun, no," he mumbles, "I prefer flirting with you, georgie," "Oh, and why's that?" I ask, innocently, "You get all flustered, your cute cheeks get all fiery red. You get so shaky. It's fun, seeing the effect I can have... only my words," "You're such a freak," I say, my heart pounding. Why does he have this effect on me. "I've heard that one before," He chuckles softly, and I can hear the amusement in his voice. "DREAM!" I scold, and we laugh together. He changes the subject. "That reminds me, have you checked your email recently by any chance?" "No, I never check my email. Why?" I ask, confused. "I have a surprise for you," My heart-rate picks up again. I open my email with shaky fingers. Inside lies a confirmation for a plane ticket from Brighton to Florida, at 6:15am on Saturday, purchased by none other than a certain Clay Johnson. "HOLY SHIT," I yell, quickly covering my mouth with my free hand, "DREAM! You got me a ticket?" "The flight is this Saturday, I figured you might like a two week trial of living with us," I hear worry begin to set into his voice, "b-but of course if you're not free or you just don't want to go i understand, i should have asked you fir-" he begins to babble, like he does when he's nervous. "Dream," I cut him off, "I'd love to," "Wait really?" he asks, almost like he didn't expect me to say yes, "I'll go tell sapnap... HOLY FUCK IM EXCITED. I'll call you back?" "Bye dreamie," "Bye!" He hangs up. He's like a little golden retriever. Not so little, actually. 6'3. —————————————————————————————————————————————— Suddenly, reality crashes down on me. This isn't some sort of movie, I'm going and seeing my online friends for the first time ever after 10 whole years, What if they don't like me in person, what if I say something stupid and they don't like me anymore- anxiety rises up from my stomach. I rush to my bathroom and vomit into the toilet, retching up my dinner.
