Can I have a ride home? // DNF

Phone Calls

George woke up Monday morning, the bright Florida sun shining right into his window. He rubbed his eyes and rolled over. His phone was on the edge of his bed.

George stared at it not knowing what to do.

What if Dream has called and I missed it. What if there is multiple texts from him? George kept asking himself.

He reached for the phone, he was nervous for what he was going to see. George tapped the screen, as it turned on there was nothing. No calls, no texts, nothing.

What? It's 1 pm has he not seen it?

George opened the messages between him and Dream, read.

"He left me on read!?" George yelled "he saw it four hours ago! He is just ignoring me at this point!" George threw his phone on the floor. He didn't want to see it.

George dragged himself out of bed and went to his kitchen to get brunch.

After George had gotten himself ready for the day and calmed down he picked his phone back up. Now he had a few texts from his friends on the smp but still nothing from Dream.

George decided to call Dream himself.

He typed in Dreams number, slowly he moved his thumb down to the green call button. He didn't want to hear Dream's voice, but he needed to.

He clicked the button. One ring, George's hand was shaking. This call could go so many ways. Two rings, what is he hates me now? Three rings, George was getting annoyed now. He knows that Dream has his phone on loud for when George calls. What if he just doesn't pick up?

"You reached Clay, leave a message!" The familiar voice came through George's phone. Dream's cheerful voice mail that he set up when he got a new phone.

George was with him that day, Dream couldn't take it seriously and kept laughing, finally he got the one good take. You could hear the laugh he was holding in which is why George made him keep this one.

"VOICE MAIL!?" George yelled "HE SENT IT TO VOICEMAIL?"

George was fuming, he waited for the beep. Once it beeped George started talking.

"What the fuck Dream, you can't even text me back. I accidentally came out to you and you seemed angry and walked away! Now you won't even call me back or Hey even text me saying that you sent mad, that you were drunk. Do you know how much of a di-"

Another loud beep came through the spreker cutting George off. George stared at the screen for a second and than deleted the voicemail. He wasn't going to send that to him.

George brought himself to call Dream one last time.

It rang once before it was sent to voicemail. George hung up before he even got the chance to leave a voicemail.

George threw his phone onto the floor again, he didn't want to deal with anybody anymore so he just lied down in his bed to watch Netflix.

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Early Tuesday morning George woke up to the sunlight coming through his blinds. George rubbed his eyes and sat up, immediately realizing how much his head hurt.

He was still in the same outfit from Sunday night, a lime green hoodie that didn't belong to him and the black sweatpants he put on before going to bed.

George got up out of bed, he put away his laptop that was now dead and walked over to closet. He needed to change before he started smelling. He grabbed a boring red tee shirt.