Chapter 4

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Hello, lovelies. This is surreal. A few notes before we jump in:
My writing style may have changed just a tad, as it has been quite a while since I've uploaded a chapter to this fic. I sincerely hope you enjoy and please leave me requests or something here so that I know what you'd like to see in the future (woah, there's going to be a future to this fic... kinda can not believe it).
Enjoy! It's a bit longer than I'm used to writing because I felt terrible for making you all wait so long. Mwah! <3

George stirred to the sound of an insistent alarm, or some sort of torture device designed to drag unassuming victims from their sweet comatose states. He flopped over in a rather lonely bed, the sheets beneath him cold from the morning air. His eyes wrestled themselves open and part of the brunette's mind yearned for more sleep.

The other part, however, could not wait to get out of bed. This had been the first night since reconnecting with his love that George hadn't fallen asleep trading words with Clay. It felt as though a piece of his daily routine, already partially ammended from those dark, broken times, was missing in the absence of George's counterpart.

George sat himself up slowly, a subtle whiff of deja vu rushing overtop of him; for a few blissful milliseconds, he was back in Florida.

George could hear outside the vague knocking of raindrops against the outer wall of his house and he anticipated yet another day cooped up, leaning over his computer, tainting his corneas with alluringly toxic blue light rays. Just a week prior, this would have felt like utter torture. Having to sit and contemplate the loss of everything George had ever felt as though he needed—Clay. But now, he couldn't wait to spend the entire day staring wide-eyed at a few pixels on a monitor with a headset imprinting itself on his skull, the babblings of nothing and everything wisping their way into george's ears in the form of Clay's voice; also known as a curative manna that fluttered through George's insides and made his skin flood with the sickly sweet, purposefully ignorant hues of love.

Not too long after sitting up, he leapt out of bed and into a gaming chair, phone clutched in hand. George's finger twiddled with the keys of the keyboard and before he could bat an eye, Discord was open. His eyes landed upon Dream's name and under it read 'active.'

George did not bother to text or message Clay beforehand, instead he just clicked the 'call' button and impatiently waited. He recognized a familiar pinging sound before Clay's low, tired voice uttered a quiet "Hello, George." The circle around the Floridian's profile lit up green and George grinned at the sound of his voice.

"Hey, good morning." George felt his heartbeat settle into his chest, recognizing his own sleepy voice to be in a similar register to Clay's.

"Yeah, really early morning for me, it's five AM here." George heard movement, possibly a shifting of positions, come from Clay's end. He liked how it almost felt as though Clay was sitting beside him.

"Shit, sorry. Were you asleep?" George rubbed his eyes in the hopes that it may push him from this half-asleep mindset.

"I mean I was practically falling asleep in my chair, but no. And don't be sorry, I missed you."

George had missed him too, he blushed. "It's only been, what? Four hours?" His voice was still weak and breathier than usual.

Clay chuckled, "I guess I'm a simp."

"Guess so," George muttered, embarrassingly flattered.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," he lied. George hadn't slept well since his plane ride back from Florida, where he had quite literally cried himself into a deep unconscious state. The flight attendant had to wake him after the plane landed and George could feel his swollen eyelids. "Did you sleep at all or have you been awake since we last spoke?"

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