Steeling My Heart - DreamNotFound

Chapter 2

He looks over at me for confirmation and I give him a nod, solidifying the agreement to just go to his apartment for the night. Looking over and smiling at me, he turns on the car and pulls out of the parking lot while the radio automatically connects to Dream's phone and continues playing whatever he was listening to last on a low volume in the background.

Dream's residence is only about ten minutes away, so I don't feel the need to start a conversation. Watching the city lights reflect off of Dream's face is entertainment enough for me, so we just sit in a comfortable silence for now.

Halfway through humming a song, the realization of sleeping arrangements cuts through the fogginess sleep deprivation has caused in my mind. "Wait, where am I supposed to sleep?"

"Don't worry, you can sleep in my bed and I'll take the couch. You do need your beauty sleep more than me after all." Dream says to me, turning his head for long enough to grin at me and then turning back to look at the road.

"Is it that, or are you just a simp?" I shoot back at him, playing along.

"Fine. I'll sleep in my bed and you can sleep on the couch. You're smaller than me anyways, you'd fit better." There's a short pause and Dream looks over at me grinning. "Or we could just share my bed. It's a queen size so there's plenty of room and it would be comfortable for both of us."

I can feel my face going slightly red even though I know it's a joke. At Least I think it is. There isn't much I'd put past Dream. He gets some stupid victory from making me flustered. I can tell by his facial expression when he realizes.

I just laugh and look out the window, continuing to hum along to the radio. Most of the songs I already know since it is Dream's Spotify playlist shuffling. The one playing now sounds alot like the playlist we share, which makes me smile, knowing he listens to it even when he's not with me.

The apartment building Dream lives in comes into view and I sit up rubbing the exhaustion from my eyes that started to set in just seconds after leaning my head against the window. I look over at the blond sitting next to me and he smiles and brushes a hair off of my forehead.

He turns into the parking garage and begins his routine search to find his parking spot. It's been like this for us for the last few months. Easy and carefree. Dream is without a doubt my best friend, but to others looking in, we might seem like more. Understandably so, since even sometimes I wonder just how 'friendly' some of our gestures are.

The car makes a sharp turn, pulling into the parking space and Dream gets out, hurriedly coming to my side as expected to make a dramatic gesture, opening my door.

"M'lady." Dream gushes pulling my door open, allowing me to step out and then shutting the door behind me. "Geez George, how much sleep did you get last night." He asks me, noticing how sluggish my movements are, minor concern swaying his tone.

"Well Dweam, if you must know, 4 hours and I forgot to get stuff to make coffee yesterday, so I haven't had any caffeine. Maybe if you didn't work me so hard, I would have time to go grocery shopping." I reply in a dramatic voice. In reality, I don't have any set hours, I just want to get this done by the time the next bot fight is. This new shit the robot will have, I'm almost sure will secure the win and the money definitely helps justify the time.

"Aww poor Georgie. Want me to carry you?" Dream makes a fake pouty face and snickers. I just glare at him for a few seconds. He giggles, but continues walking towards the stairwell to his apartment, knowing I was joking about him overworking me.

We get to his apartment and he unlocks the door, which I immediately push out of the way and walk inside, going to Dream's room and falling on the bed. I haven't been this relieved in a long time and his bed is way too comfy.

"You're wearing jeans. Aren't you gonna change?"

"Too tired. Can't move. You do it." I honestly can't believe I'm asking him to change my clothes for me. This is uncharted territory, but honestly, I'm too tired to care and I'm comfortable with Dream.

I hear shuffling and then drawers opening. "Is a hoodie okay or do you want joggers too?"

"Hoodie is fine." I feel him lay the hoodie on the bed. It brushes against my arm and then he stops. Dream is standing over me and I can feel his gaze on me.

"Do you actually want me to put this hoodie on you, or just leave this here?" He asks in a careful voice, not wanting to over step. It's cute. So different from his normal, cocky, forward demeanor.

"Don't want to move." I huff and then sit up. "But I will." I start to pull off my jacket and Dream seems to understand, exiting the room holding his own pajamas.

I take off my t-shirt afterwards and pull the hoodie over my head, taking in a deep breath. It's big, soft, warm, and it smells like Dream which is undeniably the best part. I take off my jeans and put them in the small pile on the floor with the rest of my clothes. I get under the comforter and close my eyes.

I feel myself drifting almost immediately and Dream hasn't come back in yet, so he must have been joking about sharing a bed. I should be relieved, which I am, but I think I'm more disappointed. It's probably just because I haven't gotten to see much of him today. I fade out of consciousness and fall into very much welcomed sleep.