Broken Records

Chapter 2

George got out of bed, yawning. It was 10:45, he had laid in bed for 15 minutes after he woke up.

George went into the kitchen and made some eggs, eating them before getting dressed. He got dressed, wearing an orange t-shirt with black jeans, and white high-tops. He decided to do eye-liner. After that he brushed his teeth and smiled in the mirror, he looked pretty good.

On the way, George got cold but decided not to go back home, he wanted a drink, so George walked into a coffee shop and ordered himself a hot caramel latte, and ordered dream the same, to be nice. And he kept walking towards the store.

It took about 20 minutes, but George arrived, almost spilling the drink as he opened the door. George smiled when he saw Dream, standing behind the counter.

“Hey George!” Dream greeted George, waving at the brunette. “Hey Dream! I bought you a coffee, its cold outside, you know.” George handed Dream the warm drink as he walked up to the counter. “Thanks! I didn't have time to grab anything to drink this morning I even forgot to grab water.” Dream rolled his eyes, and took a sip of the coffee.

“So, Dream, how are you?” George smiled. “Actually, I've been pretty good lately. I recently met a very nice brunette that goes by the name ‘George.’” Dream wheezed, you could tell he thought that was the funniest thing ever. George rolled his eyes “Oh, stop it, you think that's funny.” George was a bit flustered from the joke. “Yes, I do think im very funny. Because I am.” Dream grinned. “Yes, very funny.” George returned the smile.

“Do you think I'm funny Geo-” Dream cut himself off halfway through the sentence, as the Shops door opened. A tall man in a suit walked in, he had wavy brown hair and sideburns. The guy looked really intimidating for a first impression.

“Oh- Hey Schlatt.” Dream frowned.
“How are you doing, Mr. worker?” the man called Schlatt replied. “im good, got some business done this morning.” Dream looked as if he didn't want to talk. “And who is this?” Schlatt nodded towards George.

“This is George, he's a customer. George, meet my boss, Schlatt.”
Dream nodded towards the man.
“Well, that's ‘Mr. Schlatt,’ to you, George. Anyways, just came in to see what you're up to. Bye, Dreamie.”

As Schlatt walked out, shutting the door, Dream sipped his coffee. “You don't even know how much that man irritates me.” Dream scoffed. “Is he that bad?” George raised an eyebrow.
“Yes! He's horrible! Randomly visits while I'm working. Anyways as I was saying before- Do you think I'm funny, George?” Dream said, half joking. “Yes yes, very funny.” George rolled his eyes. They were silent for a moment.

“How are you, George?” Dream started conversation. “Oh! I'm alright. It's really weird living alone though, I just moved here a couple months ago and I don't know too many people, not even close to having a roommate.” George smiled, and looked at the counter. “I do have someone to talk too though, so that's great.” He looked back up at Dream.

“Kind of flirty of you, if you ask me.” Dream said jokingly. “Yeah, Yeah.” George replied sarcastically. “What about that is flirty, ‘Dreamie’?” George mocked what Schlatt had called Dream. “Oh Shut up! I will report you for loitering, Gogy!” Dream wheezed. 

George ignored the comment, and replied with a different subject. “Do you have a record player, Dream?” “Yes, I do actually.” Dream replied as if it was obvious. “Who's your favourite musician?” George asked another question. “Good Question. I'd say Lovejoy. They're great.” Dream yawned. George walked around, finding an album from that group. He found a disc, and placed it on the counter. “How much for this?” George grinned. “Oh- that'll be $16.50.” George pulled out the money and paid for the disc. Writing something on a piece of paper and taping the paper to it. He smiled.

I'll give this to you later Dream.
“You weirdo.” Is all Dream replied with, But he smiled back at George.

“Yes, yes. I'm so weird for being nice. Just a very strange thing, don't you think?” George laughed, his face beaming with joy. Dream noticed how pretty George looked, and got a bit flustered, he shook his head and drank some coffee to stop himself.

“How far do you have to drive to get here?” Dream asked. “Well, j actually walk, it's pretty outside. Also I'm severely colourblind and can't drive ” George rolled his eyes. “You can't drive cause you're colourblind? That's kind of funny-” Dream started laughing and wheezing. “Oh shut up! At least I'm not slacking off at work right now!” George rolled his eyes. “Oh, so you want me to work and stop talking to you?” Dream smirked. “No, I did not say that, Dream.” George smiled. “I'd prefer you not do that. I'd be majorly bored.” George looked at Dream. “You would be bored, huh? That sucks to be you then.” Dream walked away, putting discs back in order that had gotten moved, and placed new ones on the rows and shelves. “How rude, ignoring the customer?” George joked.

“Youre my only customer, people see how short you are and refuse to walk in, I bet.” Dream wheezed.
“Oh please I'm not that short.” George grinned.“If anything, you're too tall. What are you? 6'3"?” George guessed. “Actually yes. Good guess of yours, Gogy. Prize?” Dream joked, though he was surprised George guessed right. “What are you? 4'11"?” Dream jokingly guessed. “No. I'm actually 5'8 thank you.” George stuck his tongue out. “Yes yes, much better, 'Shortie'.” Dream laughed. George looked at the time, it was 3:00pm already. “Doesn't the store close at 3:05, Dream?” George asked, “Why yes it does. Is it already then? It was just 11:00am. ” Dream frowned, not wanting to stop talking to George. “I'll close down the shop.” Dream said, and started to shut down things, turn lights off, and count the money. Usual stuff.

As they both walked out of the store, and dream locked the door, George shivered, it had gotten even colder outside, and he didn't have a jacket. Dream noticed, and while George was looking away, he put his own jacket over Georges shoulders. “Thank you, Dream. I'll bring it back tomorrow to give to you.” George smiled. “No! I have plenty of jackets. Keep it, I insist.” Dream smiled back. “Okay fine, and here's your Music disc, don't look at the note until I go.” Dream nodded, and as George put on the jacket and walked away, starting to head home, Dream looked at the note, which said:

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Hey Dream. I thought we should be able to talk outside of the shop in case one of us can't go sometime, here's my phone number!
(123)-621-****
Well talk later!
Your friend, Gogy.

–

Dream smiled, what else would George had said, huh?
Dream got into his car, cold after giving George his jacket. He turned the heater on, and started to drive home.

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As George got home, he realized what he did. He actually gave his phone number to someone. He smiled, and went inside, changing into shorts and a different shirt. He set Dream's jacket gently on the back of a chair in his room, not to accidentally drop it on the floor. He looked at his phone, getting on Spotify, listening to music, and waiting for Dream to message him.

[A/N - THANKS FOR READING! I DON'T POST ON A SCHEDULE SO IT'LL BE WHENEVER. HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, AND DRINK WATER!]
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