My Lonely Nights Without You REWRITE [Dreamnotfound]

Chapter V

George took Sapnap's advice and started watching Niki scold the two for not paying attention. She occasionally fought them one on one, winning every time.

Dream and her were going at it, blocking, jabbing, swinging, and dodging. She swung at his feet while he sidestepped, catching Dream off guard causing him to fall on the ground with the wooden sword pointed to his neck. "You almost had me there, Dream," Niki says, extending a hand to help him up. "Thanks," he replies out of breath taking Niki's extended hand.

"Now, who's hungry?" Bad yells to everyone, he got multiple cheers and took that as the queue to roll out a cart full of food. He must have snuck away somehow to get it.

Phil wraps his arms under George's arms and helps lift him up so he could get food of his choice. "I can get him food if you want Phil," Dream says, running up to them and sounding out of breath. "I don't mind," George says, taking Phil's hands off of his shoulders, "just grab whatever." He says to Dream and slowly sinks back down to the base of the tree.

Dream goes up to where the food was set up and grabs a little bit of everything and sets onto two plates. "Don't tell me that's for yourself mate," Philza says, coming up behind Dream and patting his back. Dream laughs, turning his masked face to Phil, "don't worry it's not, I just didn't know what the prince liked."

Phil nods with a smirk on his face, "don't worry, he's not picky," he winks at Dream and walks away to get his own food. Dream just stands there confused for a minute... and then it clicks. "PHIL!" He yells, obviously flustered. The man just continues getting food, laughing at Dream with his back turned. "I'm not wrong though!" He yells back or his shoulder, flustering Dream even more. Dream turns on his heel and walks back over to George who was looking over at the two with an amused curious look. "What were you guys talking about?" George asks, reaching for the wooden utensil to start digging into the plate Dream handed him.

"It's nothing, Phil's just being weird," he says, sitting down and shoveling his face with food to avoid answering more questions. George raises an eyebrow still amused by Dream's flustered demeanor.

They continue eating along with chatting about their hobbies and what they do in their free time. "So, what do you like to do when you're bored or whatever," Dream asks, having told George what he liked to do, which was fencing with Sapnap. "I really like art I guess," George says, picking at the food, and then he remembered. "Wait!"

"What?" Dream asks, obvious concern lacing his voice. "I had a dream with you in it, that's why you looked familiar," he mumbled the last part to himself.

"When was this?"

George sits there for a moment, "maybe a year ago?" Dream's mouth drops in surprise, "I thought you were going to say a couple days ago."

"It was weird," he says, beginning to describe his dream to the masked man. "You took me away from the castle to dance, there wasn't any music or anything we just danced to our own music I guess. But when I woke up it felt like something was missing," his rambling continues, "I even painted it and you look exactly like him, the mask and everything."

Dream just sits there, seemingly having a little too much in common with the Prince.

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George heard clinking at his window, he was curious so he got up and opened the curtains to see a masked man waving up to him. George quickly opened the window, "what are you doing here, Dream?" He yells down, the man just grins in response, "I want to dance!" He yells back, "so get down here!"

George rolls his eyes, "this is the last time I'm doing this you know!"

"You know that's not true!"