𝑰 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖...

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎.

George and Dream were dating for 3 years now. It's going amazingly, to be frank. Both had an amazing connection. What happened?

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George had been sleeping, cuddling with Dream. George rustled around, and sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes to make his vision go clear. 

He pulled his phone off of its charger, checking the time. 05:39am. Dream was peacefully sleeping, as George got an amazing idea. Or so he thought had been. 

The brunet smiled and nuzzled into Dream's chest, wrapping his legs around his torso, and his arms around his neck. Dream finally stirred from his sleep, as he raised his arms to rub his eyes. He began sweating, due to it being so damn hot. Why? He looked down. 

Oh. 

That's why.

"George get up." Dream said lowly, tugging the brunet's collar backwards.

"Dreammm~~I wanna cuddle... we never do this anym-" George whined. He only held tighter, smiling into the older's chest. But was met with a firm grip on his waist.

"I said. Get. Up." Dream growled, tightening his grip on the younger's waist, making the brunet cry out quietly.

"Okay okay!- Jesus..." George said, tears began to well up in his eyes, as he lifted a sleeve to dry them before Dream said anything.

Dream looked at George, then seen the tear marks he'd been attempting to dry. "Why the fuck are you crying now?!" Dream scoffed, ripping the covers off and pulling George onto his feet. "Please don't cry. You know how I get- I'm sorry..." Dream felt nothing, if he was being honest.

Dream had loved seeing George in pain, or crying. Yes, he had severe anger issues; which was most of the problem. Scratch that; it was the entire problem. The two had been together for 4 years now, yet all they do is argue..

George only signed, smiling and wrapping his arms around Dream's torso. "It's fine... can we go downstairs?" George mumbled.

Dream had his arms lightly wrapped around his boyfriends waist, his head nuzzling into the top of the Brunei's hair.

"Sure, hun," Dream complied, gently picking him up and wrapping George's legs around his waist, making the other giggle and lean his head into his neck.

The two headed down the stairs, as Dream gently set George down again, onto the cold tiled kitchen floor, as Dream made his way to the fridge, grabbing milk and eggs for the morning's breakfast.

George wrapped his arms around Dream's waist as he was at the stove, making eggs. Dream only patted his head before slightly shoving him gently, not wanting the boy to get burned. 

"When's it going to be done?" George whined. Dream hadn't let him eat in days due to Dream wanting his body to stay 'in shape'.

Dream turned around, glaring down at the other slightly, trying not to let the fact go that he was pissed. "In a minute, kitten." Dream said quietly, now sliding the eggs and toast onto a small plate, placing it in front of George.

"Thanks babe!" George smiled, starting to eat as Dream sat down. He'd placed his forearms on the table slightly.

"Arms off the table, George." Dream said sternly. George quickly removed his arms from the table, fixing his attire. This was ongoing. 

Seems like a terrible relationship.

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548 words.

Sorry this is short D: I've been with my sisters (who are utter assholes) and well- haven't had time to write much. New chapter and new book :]