The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

Rise and Shine, Motherfuckers!

Tw: swearing, weapons

When Dream and George reach the classroom, Karl is alone, lying on his back in his sleeping bag.

He shoots them a quick smile, but it doesn't seem to reach his eyes. "Where have you guys been?"

Dream's cheeks, which had just cooled down, start to burn again. "Just... out."

George rolls his eyes and gives his hand a painful squeeze. "What he's trying to say, is we were out fighting zombies."

Karl grins again, in earnest this time. "Guess I'll take your word for it."

"Where's Sapnap?" George asks and Karl's smile falters.

"Out fighting zombies too, probably." Karl shrugs. "I fell asleep for a bit and when I woke up, he was gone. I asked Bad and Skeppy and they said he'd walked past them a while ago."

Dream and George share a look and this time, Dream's cheeks don't burn, not when he's got questions about his friend. Him and Sapnap are like brothers. He knows when Sapnap is upset or in love. Or when he's trying to avoid both of those things.

George shakes his head slightly at Dream, warning him against his plans before he even voices them. Then, Dream remembers the footsteps they had heard on the first floor. George had said it was Sapnap and Dream had wondered if he was trolling. But maybe it had been Sapnap, out for the same reasons he'd been.

"He'll be fine," George tells Karl. "He's just being an idiot. As always."

Karl snorts. "True," he agrees, drawing out the word. He closes his eyes, and Dream wonders if he imagines the flicker of pain that crosses his features.

George tugs Dream away and toward two sleeping bags that Karl must have set up. They're ridiculously close together, practically lying on top of each other. He flushes again, thinking of everything that happened in the hall, replaying their kisses in his mind.

George smacks him in the arm, hard enough to draw him out of his fantasies. "Ow," he complains. "What the hell was that for?"

"Stop standing there and do something."

"Like what, sleep?"

George plops down on one of the sleeping bags. He sets his crossbow on the floor beside him and snuggles into the sleeping bag, pulling it to his chin. For a moment, Dream wonders how someone can look so adorable. Then, George says, "Like be quiet so I can sleep."

Dream's smile disappears and he rolls his eyes. "You're such an idiot."

George smirks and closes his eyes. "But I'm your idiot."

Dream chokes, Karl snorts out a laugh, and George giggles. "That's cringe, idiot," Dream says automatically, then realizes the irony in his words. Especially when George's smirk widens.

It's only when George's breathing evens out, his expression smoothing into the calm of sleep, that Dream realizes how tired he is. How tired they both are. He hasn't slept in days, what with the attack on their camp and moving into the school.

The thought is almost enough to slow his racing heart as he slides into his own sleeping bag, his knee brushing George's arm. His cheeks are flushed as he lies down, overly aware of the warmth of George's body and the three inches of space between them. He glances at Karl, hoping he won't notice Dream's embarrassment. To his relief, Karl seems to have fallen asleep as quickly as George, which leaves Dream alone with his thoughts.

Giving him time to panic.

After his earlier zombie fight, his mind had been calm enough to sort through his thoughts. Now, as he closes his eyes, his mind plays and replayes his kiss with George. The softness of his lips. The way he'd breathed Dream's name. His flushed skin against Dream's mouth.