Forced love // dreamnotfound

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No one said a word. A full ten minutes had passed, and not a single sentence from any of them.

Dream was definitely a talanted cook, maybe if he wasn't slightly off in the head, he could try something with it.

Right after they all were done and full, Dream and Sapnap headed to the couch at once, ready to watch something, probably Gossip Girls, that Dream was still addicted to.

George felt like he was too, supposed to go sit down, so he did. He still felt awkward sitting next to Dream as well as always.

Dream of course turned the show on, still without any emotions on his face.

He didn't seem upset, he just looked like everything at the same time.

Three more episodes down, and three episodes less of having to sit next to Dream, for hours every day. He himself wasn't too obsessed with the show, it just wasn't his usual type of time spender.

They all got up, and he with Sapnap together ran upstairs. It was only 11 pm, but they both were ready to go to sleep.

George got under the amazingly huge blanket, and just closed his eyes, feeling at grace, finally alone with no care in the world. Nothing mattered when he was falling asleep, just him and the beautiful dreams that he gets to escape to during night.

His whole body was relaxed, all of the clenched, stressed limbs were allowed to be at peace finally. But that changed in a second, loud steps up the stairs as always. One of the most terrifying feelings.

He did not know, what if Dreams coming to his room to kill him, what if he's going to Sapnap's room to hurt him more. It's torture not knowing.

Dream obviously and thankfully went to his own room. Danger avoided.

His body let him relax again. The intrusive thoughts were still there of course, like - what if he's tricking George and just shut his door, but didn't enter the room and now he's outside Georges door and is waiting for him to fall asleep.

Ridiculous, but still. He acknowledged these thoughts, and they did scare him, but George needed rest, he needed to relax finally. It's all he needed at that exact moment.

It felt safe, safe to finally rest his head a bit. And soon his consciousness disappeared, leaving him in a fragile and unsafe state of sleep, where anything could happen around him, and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

But just the average sleeping time later, he woke up. Once again, he had to go trough everything he dreaded the most. He always woke up not knowing what to expect, but mostly he expected someone's death, even if he knew Dream wouldn't go that far.

He got up and looked over to the crutches, that he has been violating. George always watched them, thinking whether he should really use them, but his laziness was far more stronger than anything else.

His feet hit the floor. Maybe he would be cuddling with Dream and Sapnap if everything would've gone normally.

George did realize that he should be brushing his teeth if he asked for a toothbrush, but he definitely didn't think the whole thing trough. What could he even ask for today?

He decided to just fuck it and go downstairs, try to block the fear and stress. Maybe they're hopefully out of something that he could ask for.

His steps were heavier than usual, the loud stair step was extra loud, ringing trough his ears like it would be the only sound in the world.

He peeked into the living room, and there was no one anywhere. He quickly then paced to the kitchen, not wasting this short amount of time to look trough everything.

Yes! They're out of the most important thing - bread.

He grinned and knew that Dream should be coming downstairs now too, because George did.

He wasn't right though, Dream wasn't coming. He was standing there, swifting his weight onto one leg. He needed to go to the bathroom, but he insisted on waiting for Dream, but it really seems like he isn't going to come.

George went back up the stairs, neatly stepping past the loud one, and successfully getting upstairs.

Very refreshing to let it all out.

He zipped up and didn't wash his hands, he never does.

His hand flew to the door handle and opened it. Outside it was just Sapnap, standing peacefully.

"Holy- God." Georges hand in reflex ended up on his chest, trying to mimic what his emotions and words were trying to describe.

"Come with me." Sapnap said, he wasn't smiling at all, but George doesn't recall anything unfortunate happening.

"Alright." Sapnap lead him to his room and gladly also let George in. "Woah."

That was talent. Absolute talent.

"You painted that?" Sapnap nodded.

A huge canvas, probably like 20 inches at least, with a landscape, an unnatural one. It was truly beautiful, and this opinion from George really meant something since he's very much over the phase of art. Not his dish of soup.

It was with a bluey vibe, so George could even actually see it. There were obviously specks of purple, but not like George could see them.

"How?" Georges eyes were stuck, he couldn't stop watching it. "I've had 9 months George, I had my practice."

True for the fact.

"It's actually amazing, it's the best thing I've ever seen." Sapnap probably didn't understand how much George meant it, cause he was obsessed, his eyes literally weren't moveable.

"Thanks, I actually like how it turned out too." Sapnap said looking at his piece of art, with proudful eyes, that seemed to have quite black bags under them.

He probably uses makeup for that on-stream.

"Okay, you should go back now though." Sapnap said watching George who has not moved at all ever since his eyes first met the the most incredible view of his life.

For more of an idea, it's a waterfall, trees, meadow, almost like something from Minecraft, but it's impossible to describe it in words really, it has something to it that drew in the soul, something that made him feel calmer just by taking in the safeness it gave him.

George practically saw it as his new God at the first glance, like someone who could cure Dream from his mental problems, even if that doesn't sound very possible that a picture would solve it all.