Their First Everything (Dnf)

Their First Jealously

[^ Sam Yang]

Dream slowly blinked his eyes back to life, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

Right. He'd fallen asleep in the movie room with Sapnap.

He pulled his arm from beneath his best friend and grabbed his phone.

1:45am

When he opened it, there were way too many tweets he was tagged in.

George had posted something.



(^ Done by Uftopia)

Dream stared at it. He specifically told George to wait a little while to announce that they were moving in together.

He'd waited a day. A singular day.

"How- why- what-"

Dream stood up from the big couch and started walking quickly away.

He went up the stairs and into his bedroom.

From there into his bathroom.

He was breathing faster than normal, his chest rising and falling rapidly, small intakes of breath coming in each time.

He was trying to get more air, but crying really didn't help with that. Now, he was panicking.

He needed air.

And there was his stupid reflection staring back at him.

With its overgrown hair, splotchy face, and that ever growing amount of tears that were falling down his face.

He needed to get away from the mirror.

That would help.

He stumbled out of the bathroom over to his bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed.

He pulled out his phone again.

He stared at the picture in his shaky hands.

Maybe the fans wouldn't assume it was a meetup. Maybe they would think he had just sent George another hoodie.

But no.

They wouldn't.

They wouldn't because George had confirmed the meetup.

He fell down backward onto the mattress, tossing his phone beside his head and covering his eyes.

Why was this such a big deal? He shouldn't be reacting like this. There's no reason for all these tears.

Maybe it was the buildup of not having a real cry in so long.

Dream was so wrapped up in himself that he didn't hear the door open.

George approached him slowly.

"Dream?" He let out softly, hyperaware that his friend was crying.

Dream jumped out of his skin. He sat up and saw George standing in front of him.

He quickly turned and shut his phone off so George wouldn't see what was the cause of this whole panic attack.

Then, Dream only made it worse because now he was trying to stop crying.

He was rubbing his eyes like a maniac until soft hands grabbed them.

He looked up slowly and saw George standing over him, worry all over his face.

"Dream are you okay?" He asked, squeezing Dream's hands lightly.