I Used to Know -DNF-

Chapter 11 - The Walk

Song Recommendation - Another One Bites The Dust (Queen)

Dream had rushed George out of the house. George was still in shock as they got off campus property, and had been clinging to Dream as if his life depended on it. He had come to as they neared a coffee shop that was still open.

"Oh my God." The brunette had suddenly said, letting out a chilled breath.

"What?"

"I almost got drugged."

Dream hesitated before saying, "Yeah. You almost did."

They walked up to the coffee shop and Dream ordered George a mocha frappe with extra whipped cream. They sat as the drink was being made.

The lights in the shop were bright. It wasn't like the other coffee shop they both preferred, but their cafe was unfortunately closed due to the hour. Dream stared at George as he internally fought with himself. His eyes were flitting about, not focusing on one spot for too long.

"George."

He didn't respond.

"George."

He started ruffling his hair, still ignoring Dream.

"George."

The brunette finally looked up.

"Are you okay?" Dream asked, putting a hand further towards him on the table. George leaned away, back in his chair.

"I have a random question."

Dream nodded. "Go for it."

"How did you know where I was?"

"I... didn't."

"What?"

"I didn't. I just followed instinct."

"That's some good fucking instinct you have. A couple seconds later and-"

"You don't have to say it-"

"I'd have had a drugged syringe halfway up my arm."

Dream blinked at his bluntness. "I guess."

George started rolling down his sleeve, something neither the blonde nor the brunette had realized was rolled up so tightly.

"Another question," George said, fiddling with his shirt sleeve under his jacket while Dream took out his phone.

"Shoot."

"How'd you know my order?"

To that, Dream just smiled. "I told you I'd remember."

After Dream looked down at his phone, George couldn't help but smile.

George's drink was made and, eventually, after much debate, paid for by Dream, against the brunette's wishes.

"What's your dorm room number?" Dream asked.

"It's room 404," George said.

The blonde snapped and looked at George. "That reminds me, what's your phone case?"

Well that's random. "Uh, this." George pulled out a phone with a slightly dirty teal case on, and a red error message printed on that said '404.'

Dream started laughing and wheezing a little too much for the simple phone case, but George became infected with his smile anyhow.

After walking a little in silence, George began to speak.

"It's crazy how our brothers know each other so well. I don't remember them ever meeting..." George thought aloud. The brunette hated being so silent in the presence of someone, whether or not he had anything to even say. It made him anxious.

"They didn't."

George looked up at Dream questioningly.

"They met while my mom was moving me in," Dream explained. "Your mom had to go to work or something and since we live just a couple towns over, my mom offered to drive him."

George was surprised. "Wow. That's... really nice."

"Yeah. That's my mom for you. She's really generous, sweet, everything." Dream smiled at the thought of his mom. Mama's boy.

George giggled. "Did you get it from her?"

Dream's head snapped to George, a deep blush setting in. "What?"

George backtracked immediately, looking down again. "Nothing."

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"Well, here we are," Dream said, turning to George in front of the door.

"Thanks... for everything."

Dream smiled. "Anytime, George."

George smiled, reaching for his keys.

"Question," Dream said, leaning against the wall.

"Yeah?"

"Why did you get so upset at 'Georgie?'"

George froze.

"Someone used to call me that."

"Would you mind if I asked who?" Dream leaned closer to him.

George looked at him.

You, you idiot.

"No one," George said, eventually unlocking his door. "Thank you, again."

Dream nodded. "Not a problem."

Dream began to walk away, but George called after him. "Dream?"

The blonde turned. "Yep?"

"You-you can call me Georgie, if you want."

Dream smiled. "I'll do that."

George said another round of goodbyes, and finally closed the door. He put his back to it, sliding down, smile fading as he curled into a ball with his legs against his chest and his arms covering his head.

"Why?" He asked himself.

He forgot everything about our friendship.

George whimpered.

So why?

Why do I still like him?

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He woke up in his bed to Karl slamming the door in delight.

"You good?" George asked groggily.

Karl flopped onto his bed. "I did it, George!"

"Did what?"

"I told him! He likes me back!"

George sat up. "Really?"

"Yeah!"

George smiled and crawled out of his bed and into his roommate's to give him a hug. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks! And what'd you do tonight?" Karl asked after they had let go of the embrace, obviously expecting a juicy kiss from a game of drunken truth or dare or something else sexual and romantic.

"I almost got drugged so Dream brought me home."

Karl took a second.

"What?"

George shrugged.

Karl soaked all of the information in. "Okay, I need a story. Now."

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A/N

We're getting somewhereeee

Honestly I can't believe I've put off making them do the project for so long I'm DYING to do it but next chapter will be a dream so dw 😘 ik some of you like Dream's dreams

I'm tired so cya!

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