Handcuffs - Dream x fem!oc

TWO ~ brownies

It's the day George is going to pick Nick and Clay up from the airport. Since I've spoken to them, I actually got more willing to get involved with George's social media career. He taught me a lot about editing, and I find it actually quite interesting. But not all good things can last since two younger, more confident versions of my brother will come here in a few hours. 

"I'm going to the airport now!" Ah, not a few hours, more like a maximum of an hour. I walk downstairs and say my goodbye to George and walk into the kitchen. I started baking this morning, just because I'm stressed about how I'm going to survive the coming two weeks. I hear George pull out of the driveway while I get my brownies out of the oven, and make a sandwich for myself. These two weeks are going to be eventful, to say the least. I'm scared, nervous, but also kind of excited. I actually got along great with Nick the last time we talked, and we are not going to talk about Clay. 

How am I even supposed to greet them? Do I hug them? I'm not going to hug Clay. Shake hands? That's so formal, and kind of weird. High five? Very casual, I have spoken to them once. Finger guns? Finger guns. That's my best option, don't really have anything else. 

I walk over to my brownies, which have cooled down enough now. I cut them into squares, put so caramel sauce on them and put them in a container, before getting one out and putting the rest in the pantry. 

Browny in my mouth, I put my earphones in and walk up the stairs. Well, you could probably say dance up the stairs. I get to my room and fall onto my bed. I finish my brownie and decide to scroll on TikTok for a bit. Suprise, bad idea, I get sucked into a rabbit hole of duck tiktoks.

My door slowly opens and I turn around, it's George. 

"Hey, they're here, just so you know. I'm going downstairs again now. Bye!" I chuckle slightly and after a few more minutes I decide to head downstairs. I walked into the living room and saw them playing Mario Kart on the television. I stand in the doorframe, just looking at how two of them are battling between first and second, and one is in sixth. Guessing from the noises, George is the one in sixth. I glance over at Clay and, ugh, cocky and attractive. I don't know why he made such a big fucking deal about turning his webcam on. 

When the round finishes, I finally make my presence known. I say hi, and decide finger guns are too much. 

"How long have you been here?" George questions.

"Hmm, probably a few minutes," I hum, "now give me the controller so you can see how the game is actually played."

I basically jerk the controller out of George's hand, while Clay and Nick laugh about our interaction. 

"Ready to get owned?" I ask them.

"Yeah yeah. I don't believe you're that good," Clay says with a joking tone, but I take offence. We start the game and I immediately take the lead. I finish the first round with a significant lead. I hear the boys groaning in annoyance as they finish.

"What a bullshit!" Nick says, finishing in fourth. He immediately picks it up, ready for revenge. The three-round go the exact same. Me having a big lead, Nick and Clay close together and very annoyed at my success. 

I give the controller back to George and stand up, "coincidentally I made brownies this morning. Want some?"

All three nod very excited and I walk to the kitchen, getting the brownies out and walking back. I set them on the table and sit myself down in the chair next to the sofa they're all sitting on. 

"Nothing special is in these right?" Nick asked.

I laugh, "if you're insinuating that there is weed in them, no there is not. Kinda disappointing, I know."

Nick and Clay are wheezing at my comment while George is just staring at me, this makes me laugh. 

For the past hour, we've just been talking. Well, Nick, Clay and George talking and me just sitting there and sometimes joining in. 

"Hey Jas, I thought, maybe it's handy for Nick and Clay to have your number if there is an emergency and I'm not available."

"They have 999," I state.

"Jasmin," George says with a serious tone.

"Fine. Just text it to them," and so he does. I immediately get texted by them and I put them in my contacts, at least then I know with idiot burnt the house down. 

After a bit, they went upstairs and I stayed downstairs. I put on a film and got myself a blanket. I laid down on the sofa and got comfortable. After an hour, I felt my eyes get heavy and within ten minutes I dozed off. 

I woke up from movement, still too sleepy to open my eyes. I noticed I wasn't under my blanket anymore, but there was a source of warmth to my right, so I tried to move closer to that. That's when I felt an arm hooked around my knees and upper back. 

"George, I could've slept on the sofa just fine," I mumbled my head falling onto George's chest. He set me down in a bed. 

"That's where you're wrong, I sleep on the couch." My eyes shoot open. 

"CLAY GET OUT OF MY ROOM RIGHT FUCKING NOW! WHY D-" He put his hand on my mouth and shushed me.

"George and Nick are sleeping, quiet down," I licked his hand to get it off of my mouth and he retracted his hand immediately. 

"You're discussing." He whisper shouted.

"You could've just woken me up and told me to fucking go away!" I whisper shouted back. 

"I fucking tried! Not my fault that you don't even wake up when somebody nearly shouts for you to do so."

"Just, go away, and let me sleep again."

"A thank you would be nice. I also could've pushed you off of the couch, OH! or even better, slept in here. That's so much better right?"

"Shut up! Thank you, now get out." I put the duvet over myself and turn my back toward him and the door. 

"Goodnight dear!" I put my hand up and flipped him off, which he apparently found very funny. When I heard the door shut I sighed to myself and dozed off once again. 

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A/N
Hello! I forgot to mention this before, but COVID DOES NOT EXIST in this story. I figured that was important to mention. 

Thank you so much for reading! I usually don't write this often, but I'm very motivated today and have a lot of ideas for this story. Have a good day!

[written: august 7th 2021]