Four days had passed since Dream and George had spoken. They had both been busy with editing and other things, and hadn't gotten the chance to talk yet. They had only spoke a few times over text. It was now 4 days until George met Dream.
Or so George thought it was🙄.
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George was awoken by the sound of his alarm next to his bed. His back cracks as he stretches, reaching over to his phone and turning off his alarm. He lets out a groan and stuffs his face into his pillow.
George lay in his bed for a few more minutes before opening his eyes. They slightly sting from the long sleep during the night. He rolls out of bed and onto the floor, still wrapped in his blanket not wanting to get up.
*ding*
George scrambles to his feet and picks up his phone, clumsily dropping it on the floor. He opens his messages and clicks on Dream name.
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Dream:]
Dream:]
You free to talk today?
sent at 11:52am
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George's heart rate picked up immediately, his hands shaking from excitement. He began typing back a reply, excited to finally speak to Dream again.
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Me
Yeah:D
sent at 11:53am
Dream:]
Okay:) I'll call you in a minute
sent at 11:53am
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George smiled and giggled to himself. He quickly stood up, struggling to get out of the blanket he was wrapped in. The white blanket lay half on the bed and half on the floor. George looks at his bed and frowns. He quickly picks up the blanket and makes his bed.
He then runs over to his wardrobe and looks for an outfit to wear. He quickly grabs out a beige jumper and slips it over his head. He then looks for pants to wear, spotting a pair of grey sweatpants. He pulls them out of the drawer and slips one foot into the pant leg. Suddenly a ringtone is head from his bedside table.
George looks over to his bed and spots his phone vibrating, about to fall off of the bedside table.
"Shit" George says to himself.
He attempts hopping over to the table, trying to slip his other leg into the pants.
"W-woah-" he falls over and crawls over to his phone, just making it in time to answer the call.
"DREAM!" He says, sitting on the ground and pulling his pants to his waist.
"GEORGE!" Dream copies.
George pants, slightly out of breath from the hopping and falling.
"A-are you good" Dream asks laughing.
"I fell- trying to get to my phone— whilst putting on pants" the clumsy boy says, panting between his words.
"Eheh whAt?" Dream laughs at George's randomness.
"Don't worry— I am alive" George says, standing up and sitting on the side of his bed.
"Ehe, how have you been" Dream asks, starting up a conversation.
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FanfictionTwo boys , Dream and George, fall head over heals for each other, creating memories of which anyone could remember for a life time... if the life time had last.
