- roommates - dnf -

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Dream
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My roommate moved in today.

I was skeptical at first since all I knew was, his name was George and he came from London. No one had ever heard of George from London before so I was nervous to meet the guy.

My friends seemed to be getting on with their roommates. Well, that's because they're with eachother.

I consider myself pretty social so I put myself out there to make a new friend but I was regretting my decision as soon as I heard the door open. If this George guy was really a douche then I will not hesitate to request to move room.

I'm sitting in the kitchen with a glass of room temperature water. The door swings wide open, and a box is pushed into the room, I raise a brow and wait.

A small boy, 5'7, struggles to carry a couple of boxes inside, but he manages. Then dumps them onto the couch.

Is that George?

"Are you George?" I ask, his eyes finally meet mine and I don't ever want him to look away. Those eyes should be saved for me, and me only. "Yes." He replies dryly, "You must be Clay."

"Dream." I correct, "I don't use Clay." He stares blankly at me for a moment, I'm not sure what to do, my heart is beating so hard I don't know how he can't see it through my shirt.

He points his thumb at the door, "Well, Dream, d'you mind helping me with the rest of my stuff?"

I hate British people. But I think George could be the exception because he's all that clouds my mind as I hold the heavy boxes.

George.
George.
George.

I cant get enough. Saying his name is like a sin and I never want to stop, George, it slips from my tongue so perfectly.

   I want to hear him again, but I'm not sure how to strike up a conversation. I stare at him and ask him where I should put them, I keep my gaze firm so he doesn't suspect anything.

He tells me in his room, voice laced with honey comb and innocence. Once I move them all inside I ask him if he needs help unpacking. He tells me he can manage but I don't know if he can. I don't know if I can let him out of my sight for a second.

I smile from the door frame as he opens the box, "Come get me if you change your mind." He might. I hope he does change his mind because then I'll be able to see him again and try to decipher who he is through the kinds of things he has.

Nonetheless, I message Sapnap.

Me: my roomie is a 10/10
Sap: omg send pics.
Me: will do. Coming over for game night?
Sap: sure. Lmk.

I turn on the tv and don't pay attention to it, I can hear the cluttering of Georges things in his room. He's in his room, but he's everywhere inside me, he's invading me.

I want more.

He doesn't know what he's doing to me. It's barely been an hour and I can't control myself around him.

I hear quiet footsteps trail behind me, I don't want to look in case he leaves again. Just knowing his presence is here is good enough for me. He plops himself down next to me on the couch. I slowly look towards him, "What?"

He has a grin on his face, "I changed my mind." I don't know about you, but that was the first time I've seen him smile like that and I never want it to stop, I want that smile on me I want it to brand my heart with the hottest piece of steel ever.

"Well." I huff, "I better help you unpack huh?" George nodded and followed me into his room. I'm not sure how in such a short time, his room can get so messy.

I laughed a little while I rubbed the back of my neck, "Why'd you bring so much stuff?"

"Never know when you might need it." He huffed and pushed some boxes towards me. I love that, I love that he brings so much stuff wherever he goes. He doesn't know if he'll use it but that doesn't concern him.

There are a box full of potted plants I take them out of the box and look around for a place to put them but he interrupted my thoughts, "Just put those anywhere, I'm going to hang them up later."

Hang them up?

"Hang them?" I ask a little curious, I think he thinks I'm judging him but I swear on my life I'm not.

"It looks cute, trust me."

Cute is my new favourite word. It describes him perfectly and hearing my favourite word come from his mouth made me want to scream into a pillow.

"I trust you." I smile softly to make sure he knows.

I open the next box and.. the things in there are a little questionable per say? I felt a little awkward to say anything so I just dug around to see what else was in there.

Silk, lace, silicone. I think you can guess what kind of box it was. I was fascinated with what was inside and i bit the inside of my cheek wondering what he might've looked like using them.

"Where do you want these?" I ask, he looks into the box and his face immediately reddened.

"Under the bed."

I nod and push it under, not before taking one last peak and smiling to myself. "Those aren't mine." He states, I know he's lying, I want to tell him I don't care but I really fucking care. I want to watch him use them and wear those things. "A friend asked me to get them from their place."

"Oh?" I raise my eyebrows, "Why don't you just leave them on the counter?"

He scrunched up his face, "Why would I do that?"

"So when they come get them from you, you don't have to get them from under your bed?"

"Oh." He's thinking, he really doesn't want me to know the truth, "I don't know when they're coming."

"Hm." I'm a good, fast thinker, "You must be good friends to keep things like that for them."

He's stumped, his face is red raw and I am on my knees begging for more. The next box is full to the brim with books but I'm too invested in what George might say to care.

"Yeah, pretty close."

I grin, come on George, break for me. "I'd love to meet them."

He scoffs, "Are you hitting on my friend?"

I've packed the books away by now, I stand up and stare down at him from the doorway, "What friend?" I'm grinning as I wink at him. I snap a picture of him when he isn't looking to send to Sapnap, then I leave to go inside my room.

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- jess