An Alternate Flame (Dreamnotfound)

The Final Day

Previously, George took Clay ice skating and the two anticipated their final day together.

Dream stood in the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients he would need for making breakfast. As a final goodbye, he planned on making breakfast in bed for George.

He grabbed a pan, placing it on the stove and heating it up. He put a few eggs in the pan and moved on to make toast. What he was making would be very simple, but he knew the British boy would enjoy it either way.

He heard a noise from George's room, causing him to jump. Walking towards the noise, the tall man poked his head into the doorway, seeing George sat at his desk.

"George you are ruining all my plans. It's so early, why are you awake, anyway?" George gave him a confused look.

"My stream?" Dream's eyes widened, he had completely forgotten about the stream. "Also what plans?"

"Don't worry about it, baby," he spoke softly, returning to his previous place in the kitchen. He quickly finished making the rest of the food, placing it onto plates for George and himself.

He walked over to George's room for the second time, hearing that the older boy had already begun streaming. Twisting the door handle slowly, he walked in, remaining quiet.

George looked up from the screen for a second, taken aback by the plates in Dream's hands. Clay set one down on the desk and George muttered a quiet thank you.

Taking a seat just out of frame, Clay watched George interact with his stream. He smiled softly, glad he got to experience it in person.

His eyes drifted over to chat, seeing that they were confused as to where George got his food from.

Thirty minutes flew by and the boys had both finished eating. Dream grabbed their plates and brought them to the kitchen, returning to George's room shortly after.

The brunette muted, turning to Clay with a sad look on his face. He quickly shut his face cam off.

"What's wrong, Georgie?" The brunette didn't reply. Instead, he walked over to Clay, hugging him softly. "Baby?" George sniffed.

"It's your last day, Clay." The tall boy nodded, rubbing George's back. "And I'm streaming instead of spending time with you..." George sounded genuinely hurt.

"Hey, you're fine. We can spend time together when you're done streaming." George nodded, wiping his eyes.

"I'm such a piss baby..." The brunette mumbled, leaving Clay to chuckle.

George sat back down at his desk, motioning for Clay to sit in the chair to the left of it.

"Will they see me?" George shook his head, turning his face cam back on and unmuting himself.

"I'm sorry about that guys. It's Dream's last day." The two stared at chat, watching as multiple 'dreamnotfounds' and 'heatwaves' flooded it. The brunette rolled his eyes.

At some point, George looked down and then back up. The chat went crazy and Dream chuckled at a few of the comments.

Daddydweam: Dream under the desk: 👁👅👁

He read through the chat, bursting out laughing. George looked at him, blushing which caused him to laugh harder.

He told George to mute and smirked.

"How hard would it be for you to focus if I just..." Clay crawled under the desk staring up at the British boy. "Sat here?"

George widened his eyes, his face turning even more red.