Newbie // dreamnotfound

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Tw //
Eating habits (not good)
Anxiety
Food (?)
A/N
When Dream is thinking about George, pronouns vary. He, she, and they are all used to refer to George, but to refrain from confusion, I'll mostly be using he and they!

"Text me," George yelled out to the tall blonde walking to his car across the parking lot. Immediately, George became embarrassed. 'Why did I say that' 'I'm being to eager' 'I'm the one with the number, he can't text me'. Thoughts like these flooded George's mind as he climbed into the drivers seat in his vehicle.

He began his journey home after around 10 minutes sitting in his car overthinking. The drive home wasn't necessarily a quick one, but he was home before 6:30. He made his way into the driveway and parked his car in his garage. He slowly got out of the car and made his way to the door.

As he entered the house, he was greeted by his cat..Cat. He was never too good with names, and didn't really try to be. He set his things on the island in his kitchen and headed off to his room. Opening the door, he kicked his shoes off and plopped on his bed.

He didn't want to get up and change into more comfortable clothes, although he did regret laying down in his work attire. Most days went like this for him, minus the working all day aspect. That's when he remembered Dream. He should text him. Should he text him? Would Dream think he's clingy? Maybe he doesn't even want to sync work schedules. George was just being too pushy, maybe he could sleep and see how Dream interacts with him at work tomorrow.

*Dream 3rd Person POV*

He made his way out of the parking lot and made his way home. He was happier than when he usually left work. He didn't know why this was. Well maybe he did know. I mean it was pretty obvious the one change made in his day today. George.

He couldn't get his mind off of the man he would hopefully be able to call his friend. He had just met them, so it wasn't normal for him to already consider her a friend. Maybe one day.

Dream finally arrived after the longer drive of 30 minutes, making it home at roughly 6:45 pm. He grabbed his belongings, making his way into his small, one bedroom apartment. He decided he was hungry and should probably eat, since he hadn't eaten since his break at work.

(Cw/ Food is mentioned)

He turned on the stove after deciding to make a package of macaroni and cheese. As he was doing so, his mind began to wander. Going from his hunger, to the fact he needs to finish his laundry, but in the end, landed on George. Dream had never thought about someone this much before, especially not one he had just met. Just at the thought of the average height, but pretty short, brunette boy with the most captivating chocolate gaze gave him a warm feeling in his stomach.

Dream wasn't sure why he felt this way, but he wasn't going to try and stop it. It made him happy.

His water was done boiling, so it was time to poor in the pasta. After eight minutes of cooking noodles bouncing around in the pot, he added in the cheese sauce and played it up. He sat at his kitchen bar, and instead of mindlessly scrolling through social media platforms, he played some music. He sat there eating in the calming sounds of his favorite band 'Lovejoy'.

(Food warning over)

He was content with his day, and realized how much he missed work. This would have been odd, if it weren't for the reason being so. He wondered when George was going to text him, but thought maybe he was busy or tired. Now Dream sits, awaiting for tomorrow to come, just to see the smiley boy he met only 10 hours ago.

*Back at George's House*

(Cw// bad eating habits, slight anxiety)
It was now almost 9 pm, and George still hasn't gotten up from his bed. He was there for a little over two hours, just contemplating on what to do. Overall he had come up with one conclusion, he was ready for bed. Although he hadn't eaten since break, and at that he only had popcorn, he decided it was too much effort to get up and prepare a meal. His body might be telling him he's hungry, but he never listened to it. Why start now?

(Bad eating warning over)

He was going to get up and get of his work clothes, but it felt like weights were pulling him down against the bed every time he tried to muster up the motivation to get up. In the end, he stayed in his bed fully clothed in his uncomfortable outfit. He set his alarm for 8 am to get ready for opening shift with Dream.

Of course his mind went back to Dream. It always had a way of making its way back, but George didn't know why. And it wasn't the same way how Dream secretly knows why but ignores it, no. George is just completely oblivious.

George rolled over to his side placing the covers on top of him, slowly closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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