my best friends roommate.

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doubt.

3:20 p.m.

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dream had already left sap's and george's place, not much happened, george went off to his room and him and sap did the usual, watched whatever videos was in their recommendations.
he's settled in his room planning for his entire week, dream hates when he doesn't know what he's going to do for the week so he crams his schedule as much as possible, this means he has to ask people if they're down to hangout.

dream: hey bud, we good for all this week?

sapnap: actually i cant, i have to make it up to karl and quackity, i haven't been out on a date with them in a while :/

dream: curse you and your healthy relationship with your partners.

sapnap: you'll finddddd someone dude you're you! who wouldn't want an arrogant asshole like you?

dream: is that supposed to make me feel better

sapnap: did it work?

dream: yes

sapnap: you're so weird, you can ask george if you can come over if you want; i doubt he'd agree/wanna hangout with you but you can always give it a try, idk.

dream has always had this weird hyper fixation on his bestfriends roommate, even before george had moved in hes always wondered who sapnap was always talking about, he would talk him up to be this weirdo with some dark secret like idk being a vampire or something; dream WANTS to get to know him more, he WANTS to break this shell of his so he can be comfortable with human interaction.

dream: hey, wanna hangout? get to know eachother? sapnap is going out with his lovers (gross) all week meaning i have no one to hangout with, meaning i'll be all alone, meaning i'll die from boredom, you down? totally cool if you aren't!

george: you dont like being alone?

dream: i mean, i CAN be alone but i dont prefer it, brain gets a little too much sometimes.

george: oh, i'm sorry. im okay with hanging out! where will we go?

dream smiles at his phone screen, wait till sapnap hears that he got his roommate to go outside with him.

dream: mall? cafe? record store? you name it, we can go! on me :]

george: wait a minute is this one of your charity work things...

dream: nonono don't think of it like that! think of it as a like,,, a date i guess? but not actually a date? like a friend date? platonic!

george throws his phone across the room as he reads the words "a date i guess?", he covers his face with his hoodie as he slowly slides in a laying position on his bed. he doesn't even know how platonic dates are supposed to go. he gets up to grab his phone and unlocks it seeing that dream messaged twice.

dream: oh god that sounded weird i dont mean it like a date date but like a friend date if that makes sense?

dream: i'm so sorry if that made you uncomfortable, it's literally the only way i can describe it.

george: no you're fine! i understand!! i hope your wallet is jam packed with moolla, i'm making you buy me so much stuff. >:]

dream: o7 to my bank account. anything for you tho, simply the best.

george: nvm i don't want to go anymore. just for that.

dream: IM TEASING YOU WTF UR SO SOFT

george: SOFT???? YOURE THE ONE TAKING ME ON PLATONIC DATES?????

dream: I JUST WANNA KNOW YOU BETTER

george: i'm really not all that interesting, again.

dream: take that back :(

george: why?

dream: you're bound to be amazing, i just know you are. you're the type to plant stars in someone's eyes.

george: weirdo...

dream: don't make me put a limit to how much money i spend on you...

george: what are you on? your sugar daddy arc?

dream: with a friend like sapnap? all the time.

george catches himself smiling down at his dimly lit phone screen, what is he doing? why is he all of a sudden hanging out with someone he barely knows. this isn't like him, at all. he stays in his room to not bother people and now he's going out with someone? wouldn't that technically be bothering them? george frowns and starts typing again.

george: are you sure you want to hangout with me? i'm kind of a bore, i don't really say much and i'm constantly doing awkward shit.

dream: who said that?

george blinks away his tears as he reads what his friends best friend says, he can't remember who said it but he remembers how much it hurt, how much it took away from him. he's tired of running away. tired of downplaying himself. tired of constantly crashing and burning over something as simple as going outside.

george: does 6 p.m. sound good?

dream: totally! i'll have to bring patches to your house, she's been whiny since she left yours.

george: i'm telling you, i'm simply the best.

dream: that you are, george. that you are.

george: night dream, see you tomorrow:].

dream: g'night mr. sapnaps roommate:).