one call can lead to-

night 1 pt. 2

As soon as George saw the camera being turned on, he buried his phone screen harshly into his comforter that he sat atop of.

“DREAM!? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” George over exaggerates, he knows he has his face hidden or he isn’t facing the camera. He could hear him snicker at his reaction, again satisfied with the over exaggeration that George had displayed seconds earlier.

“Oh come on George, look at me. Let me see your face.”

George's heart stopped for a second after hearing those chilling words. He had never heard Dream be that cocky before. He liked it. “And what if I don’t? Will wittle ol’ Dweam be upset? Poor him.”

Dream smirked, knowing that George will eventually pick up the phone at least to take a glimpse of the hooded boy. He spoke in a low, quiet voice, trying to aggravate George just enough. “1….2….3….4….5….”

Dream heard a light rustling as George’s mic dragged in the thick blanket he had once placed on his phone. He slowly saw George lift his phone up, Dream’s room flooded with light from the image immited on his phone.

There he saw George laying on his stomach, hair fluffy and doing its own thing. He wore a black hoodie and shorts. He had his eyes closed tightly, and his face was tense.

“You know you can open your eyes.” Dream said bluntly, the smirk he wears is very visible, even on camera in his dark room. The only visible parts of himself are his mouth, neck, and a light glint in his left eye. The rest was pitch black. He had also put on a black hoodie, even though the heat was unbearable. He hid himself well, but George doesn’t think about Dream cleverness, so he stays put in his tense position.

“I’ll pass Dream, who knows what I’ll see if I look.” George’s voice very hesitant yet soft as he spoke. He really was nervous to see Dream, or at least part of Dream.

He pushed all that away and counted down…

“3….2….”

“1”

George opened his eyes dramatically, just in time for Dream to laugh. Not his usual obnoxious wheeze, but a soft and genuine laugh. George studied the way his mouth moved as he laughed. He studied his soft jawline and the light sprinkle of blonde facial hair.

He admits, he was worried for nothing. Dream had made sure only certain parts were shown, but the parts he chose were some of his most stunning.

“Hello there-'' George breathed, his eyes still bouncing around his slightly pixelated face. His face dusted with a light pink and his heart sped up when dream answered.

“It took you long enough. I thought you’d never come look at me. You're not a coward, good job” Dream smirked, he knows exactly what he’s doing. He saw George's face turn pink and his breathing rhythm sputter.

“Sh-shut up..” George whispered, growing more and more red by the minute. He knew it was noticeable, but if he tried to hide his face Dream would obviously know, not like he doesn’t notice already.

Dream sighed, satisfied yet again with George’s reaction. Without notice, Dreams hops up from his bed. The bed rises from the lack of weight, but is soon flopped back onto by Dream, now lying on his stomach, copying George. But his mouth and nose are now covered by his sleeved arms.

George stared intently into Dreams eyes- his yellow and blue swirled eyes, which were really a green and blue swirl, with specs of brown on the edge of his iris, making it look more diamond than circular.

Dream stared back into George's, admiring the many shades of brown in his eyes, finding little bands of a burnt orange, his dark clothing choice makes the bands pop in contrast.
The two held strong eye contact, fearing that if they released the gaze, it may never happen again. You never know how things will play out. Dream knows how George can be, ghosting him for weeks then bouncing back like nothing. Of course, Dream had gotten used to his strange behavior and he never questioned him.