Their First Everything

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Dream woke up to light shining into his bedroom.

George was sat at the end of the bed looking at his phone.

"George?" Dream croaked; they had thrown a massive party with all of their friends the night before.

George turned around, back-lit by the golden rays coming through the curtains.

"Hey. Did you sleep well?" He asked.

Dream nodded.

He assumed the party was a hit sense he didn't remember anything after sharing a drink with George early in the night.

"Gogy come lay with me," Dream said in his most whiney baby voice, holding his arms out forward and opening and closing his hands.

George smiled and crawled over to Dream.

He happily opened his arms.

Their first morning cuddle sesh.

And what a success it was.

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"Are you ready George?" Dream called up the stairs.

"Yeah!"

George came trotting down the stairs with a pillow.

Dream took it from him and opened the front door for him.

"This is gonna be epic. I've been planning this for so long." Dream said excitedly.

George climbed into the car and Dream slid into the driver's seat.

He put his hand on the passengers seat and turned to back out.

Once he was safely on the road he noticed George was staring at him.

"What?"

"Nothing.. I- You just.. Nevermind."

Dream scoffed and turned back to the road.

Later that night, after they had made smores, both were getting rather tired.

"Dream is this gonna even be comfortable?" George asked.

Dream nodded and put the pillow in between the car and his arm.

George eventually got comfortable and fell asleep, soon followed by Dream as the sun bid it's final goodnights.

George eventually got comfortable and fell asleep, soon followed by Dream as the sun bid it's final goodnights

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"GEORGEEEE!" Dream yelled.

George was upstairs in his Dream's room whilst Dream was standing beside the back door.

George came running, worry writing poems across his face.

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