Cat Got Your Tongue? ฅ DNF ฅ

ฅ Chapter 5 ฅ

POV Dream

To say I'm concerned would be an understatement. Last night while I was editing one of my videos for youtube, I heard like, a whimper come from George's room. Curious as to what it was, I stood up to go see.

After opening his bedroom door, I saw George pushed up all the way against the headboard, with his knees tucked in under his arms and his head down resting on them. It seemed like he was shaking a little bit as he tried to hold the comforter over himself.

"Hey, hey what's wrong George?" I walk up to him and start rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. My heart breaks as I hear him sniffle in response. He's crying?

Grabbing around him, I pull him into my chest and start rubbing circles on his back. I hear him sniffle again before he finally responds, "Dream?"

"Yeah, it's just me," I say as softly as possible. He starts to relax more into my hold as I continue to rub his back. After about 2 minutes of this, I feel him suddenly tense up and he pushes out of my arms and looks down at his hoodie. Does he not like hugs?

"What's wrong?" I ask him as he finally looks up and makes eye contact with me. His eyes are glossy and his face is a bit red from his light crying, yet he still somehow looks just as stunning as he did before.

"S-sorry" he mumbles before he looks back down again.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," I smile softly at him again, "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah.. I just- I panicked for a moment," he whispers as he looks down and fiddles with his hands.

"I tried to wake you up in the car yesterday but you're a heavier sleeper than I thought" I scratch the back of my head sheepishly before I see his face turn a little red. I chuckle lightly as he lifts his hands up to cover his face.

"Sorry" he mumbles once again. "What time is it?" he asks quietly through his hands.

"Oh!" I exclaim as I lift my arm and pull my left sleeve back to check my watch. "It's about 2 in the morning," I see his eyes widen.

I'm sure he's realized that he's been asleep for almost 12 hours now, but it's George so I'm not exactly surprised by the amount of sleep.

"Uh, where's the restroom?" he shyly asks me as he removes his hands from his face.

"It's the door outside in the hall to the right, it's actually connected to my room so be careful about the other door by the tub" I smile at him once again.

"Thanks," he says as he speeds out of the room. I sigh as I stand up and head downstairs to the kitchen. I hear George exit the bathroom as I'm pouring a glass of water for myself. I'm not really thirsty but I don't really feel like editing again right now.

As I head upstairs and walk through the hallway, I feel patches rub up against my leg. I totally forgot she was on my lap while editing until I got up to check on George. I coo at her as I pick her up and start petting her ear, heading down the hall towards my room.

I notice that George's door is cracked open and the lights are still off. Did he already go back to sleep? I knew he slept a lot but he just woke up after 12 hours of sleeping.

I shrug and place Patches back down as I head to my room, expecting her to follow. What I don't expect is that she stops in the hallway for a second, and turns directly towards George's room, pawing his door open and slipping through the crack. Traitor.

Entering my room, I crack the door behind me, just in case she somehow changes her mind, and turn off monitors, climbing into bed to scroll through Twitter until I fall asleep.