my best friends roommate.

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hey rich boy come my way!

7:30 p.m.

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$200 in and im starting to regret taking this guy to the mall. he's bought 5 skirts, 20 pairs of knee high socks and like 10 fucking sweaters AND 5 plushies... "DREAM LOOK AT HIMMMM" george squeals as he points at a cat stuffed animal, you know what... maybe another $500 won't hurt, it's all worth it to see someone smile... "he's cute, do you want him?" george looks at dream who's holding all the stuff he's bought him, he didn't realize how carried away he was getting, he's being selfish with someone else's money; he slowly puts his hand down and shakes his head no, "what? you don't want him? i can buy him for you george." dream says as he tilts his head in confusion "i'm sorry." george says under his breath, "dude, hey. it's okay i really like buying people stuff i promise you i dont mind." dream says in a reassuring tone, george picks up the cat without a second thought and runs to the cashier, "just this please" he says to the lady behind the counter, she rings him up "$12.45", george pays for the plushie and turns to dream, "for you." he says as he hands the plushie to his friend, dreams heart skips like 20 beats as he looks at the man handing him a neon green cat, "th-thank you.." he stammers as he takes the cat into his hand with the most genuine smile on his face, this makes george smile back up at him, "food is on me! lets go to the food court." george grabs dreams hand to drag him to the food court; dream realizes that he's practically holding hands with the guy and feels like he's walking on a cloud, he doesn't like him though. he doesn't know him much to even start developing feelings for him.

"whats your favorite thing to get at a food court?" george looks behind him to make eye contact with dream, still dragging him along, dream looks at their hands and up at george "soft pretzel bites..." dream says whilst blushing, george realizes that he's holding his hand and lets go "i'm so sorry" george says awkwardly, "you didn't even buy me lunch first" dream jokes with a smirk on  his pinkish face, "shut up, i'm buying you pretzel bites right now." george says as he walks into the direction of the pretzel stand, he gets cinnamon bites for himself and pretzel bites for dream, "here you go salty bitch" george jokes as he hands the bag of pretzel bites to dream, "you've gotten so much more comfortable, i'm glad." dream tells george as he takes the bag that's being handed to him "yeah yeah, do you uh.... need help with those bags...?" george gestures to the 4 bags dream is carrying in one hand, how is his hand not hurting? "nope, i got it! i'm strong" dream says as he walks over to the nearest table, sitting down and putting the bags down, he looks over at george who's slowly walking up to the table
"you walk slow"
"shut up."

the two sit in comfortable silence while eating their bites, dream looks up at george who takes a pretzel out of his bag; george sticks his tongue out at dream and pops the pretzel in his mouth "hey! what the hell george" dream says while giggling a bit, he reaches into george's bag and steals a cinnamon bite from him "fair trade i suppose." george says as he playfully rolls his eyes.

"whats your favorite memory?" dream asks out of no where, "what?" george tilts his head in confusion, dream smiles and looks at his bag of pretzels "your favorite memory, you know, the one where you think about it and you smile no matter what" he says as he looks back up at george who's looking to the side in thought, george smiles as he recalls his favorite memory, "my parents had a really nice garden in the UK, full of flowers and life, they let it overgrow and let nature take it over, it was our own like forest in our backyard basically, i would always go out there just to lay in the one spot of grass that my parents kept cut, the sun on my skin, the sound of the bee's collecting pollen from the flowers, it all felt so calming." george smiles to himself while he remembers what it felt like. "that's really sweet, whats your favorite flower?" dream asks george as he props his arms on the table to hold his head, "i'm colorblind so the only flowers that ever stick out to me are the blue ones, forget me nots are  very pretty i suppose." george says with a calm tone, he looks infront of him and sees dream looking at him with endearing eyes, this makes george turn pink "why are you looking at me like that...", "huh? like what?" dream says as he puts his hands down and leans a bit back from the table so he doesnt make george uncomfortable, "nevermind... shall we go home?" george says trying to avoid what had just happened, "whatever you want to do, your majesty." dream says in a teasing tone as he takes the last pretzel bite in his bag and eats it.