"What are you watching?" Wilbur had asked, to which George didn't answer, not even moving in the slightest. His eyes seemed to be glued on the screen. Wilbur approached him, and the closer he got, the better he could see what George was being so interested in.
Papers filled with words were all around him, and in his own notebook, he scribbled along with the person talking on his laptop. Reading the title of the YouTube video out loud, Wilbur frowned "Handwriting analysis?"
He still didn't seem to get through, George acted like he wasn't even there. Wilbur snatched the paper out of his hands and stepped back to take a good look at it. "Give that back!" George immediately yelled out as he spun around in his chair to get it.
He stud up, desperately trying to jump up and get a hold of it. But with Wilbur being nearly 6 foot 3 and holding his hand up, that seemed impossibly out of reach.
"Letters slanting right= emotional and affectionate. What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Wilbur laughed as his eyes flickered over the paper, "Graphology is the analysis of handwriting with attempt to establish someone's personality traits."
George groaned in embarrassment, snatching the paper out of Will's hands. "Stop it! "
"Wait- oh my God." Wilbur said as realisation started to sink in, "...I know what you're doing." A quirky smirk appears on his face, ready to tease his brother about it. "This is about that Dream guy, isn't it?"
George's cheeks turned a darker shade of red with a smile across his face, "I want to understand Dream, so I thought analysing his handwriting would give me a better look at what kind of person he truly is. "
"Impressive..." Wilbur whispered while handing the paper back. "There is food in the fridge for you." George announced, trying to get Wilbur to leave him alone.
"Thank you, little man."
"I'm older." George snapped back.
"I'm taller." Will laughed before disappearing into the kitchen. George rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone to message Dream.
George
'hey, I just wanted to check up on you'
'Are you home?'
2:03 am
He realises he automatically starts smiling when he thinks of Dream and burries his head in his hands, embarrassed by his own feelings.
Loud knocks interrupted the silence, nearly giving George a heart attack. "Who's there?" He called out, but received no answer other than the knocks. "Hey! Stop that. Who's there?"
He glanced over at the clock. It's 2 in the morning. "Get lost." George sighed. Just another drunk person, probably.
"George, what's going on?" Wilbur asked. He had heard the commotion and came to check. "I'm not planning on opening the door. That's for sure." George muttered.
Despite the yelling and announcements to stop and go, the person didn't stop knocking. George backs away from the door, unlocking his phone and considering to call the police. It was then when he saw the notification, a missed call from Dream.
A call... from Dream.
Why would Dream call- oh god.
"Dream?" George called out.
And just like that, the knocking stopped.
"What the fuck..." He mumbled, swinging the door open. There he was. Dream leaned against the wall, sobbing and breathing heavily.
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FanfictionDream is a selective mute. His mother desperately wants him to speak, so she hires someone to become his friend and gain his trust. Although he still remains silent, a deeper bond is formed between the two of them, one without the need of words. G...
