Mission Failed Successfully // DreamNotFound

Chapter 9

George took a deep breath, double thinking about what he was going to ask for for half a second before he spoke, "I accept your offer, Dream." He sighed out, his pride half bruised for admitting he needed help. He hurried on before Dream's excited voice took over the call, "But I want to repay you back for everything you pay for me. Once I get more money." He mumbled the last part, as Dream's voice spoke over his.

"Really? No you don't have to pay, George. I'm more than willing to pay all the expenses, Lord knows I can." Dream chuckled, rambling on as George tried to protest. The brunette huffed as he accepted defeat, half listening to Dream as he collected his belongings in neat piles.

"I'll be there in 15 minutes." Dream started, and George could hear him shuffling around on the other side of the phone, "Woah, woah, woah, dude. I need to pack everything first, and it's almost midnight! Give me till 3 tomorrow at least." George cut in, smiling a little at Dream's disappointed aura he could practically hear from the phone. "Oh, alright. I'll be there tomorrow. Be ready, I guess."

George laughed, saying his goodbye to Dream before hanging up the phone. He kind of liked how much Dream wanted to know him. It felt good being wanted for once.

The brunette quickly finished putting together some of his stuff, before calling it a night and sliding into bed. He sighed in contentment.

It was going to be a long day tomorrow, and he had to work. He groaned, his good mood ruined as he turned onto his side, staring out his window at the starry sky. Maybe he should just quit his Walmart job and focus completely on whatever Dream's mafia did for a living. He would most likely make more money doing that, and bonus, it was while doing something he knew and enjoyed. Unless, Dream had a different job for him. He really hoped he didn't. He breathed deeply, slowly succumbing to the call of sleep, and closed his eyes. He would worry about all his worries tomorrow.

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Tomorrow arrived much faster than George anticipated. It was late into the afternoon that he finally woke up. He had forgotten to set an alarm and now he only had 4 hours to pack and settle everything with the motel manager.

The hours passed quickly, and when 2:50 had hit, George was only just finished with getting everything cleaned and together. He had a lot of stuff collected over the years, and the motel's rules when he had signed in were to leave the room decently clean so as to lessen the job of the cleaners.

He still had to sign out, and tell the manager about how he was going to pay him, and knowing Dream, he was probably on his way right now so as to be right on time. George groaned, hurrying out his door and into the lobby. He had called the manager a couple hours ago and told him about how he was leaving and the manager had told him he would be here.

The brunette knocked on the small office door and it opened to reveal the manager, Jeff. The man smiled, motioning for George to come in, and George followed, sitting down in one of the chairs opposite Jeff's.

"Well, I'm sorry you're leaving us, George." Jeff started, sitting down in his desk chair and clasping his hands together in front of him. George half smiled, feeling a bit awkward as he fumbled absentmindedly with his blue hoodie strings. "Yeah, well I guess I just need a bit of a change." George half lied, watching as Jeff placed a document on the desk between them.

"Well, if you're really getting out of here, just sign your name there and you're good to go. I'll give you an hour to get your stuff out of the motel." Jeff pointed to a blank line on the off white paper, before leaning back in his chair.

George took a pen from the pencil jar on the desk and quickly signed his name, sliding the paper over to the man. They said their farewells, and George left the office, glad to be able to be alone again. He never was a socializer.