I Used to Know -DNF-

Chapter 29 - Mrs. Davidson

Song Recommendation - Mr. Perfectly Fine (Taylor Swift)

"So, you've remembered a lot about last year?" George asked, pulling his suitcase out of the trunk of Dream's car.

"Yep. And I remembered a little bit from high school, too." Dream's voice was dripping with pride. He was ecstatic to be remembering things. George knew this, and was proud of him, too.

"That's amazing, Clay." George touched upon the name once in a while, testing the waters of how Dream reacted to it. He usually said it when it was just the two of them, most often when he was praising the blonde or being intimate with him.

Dream's mouth upturned in the slightest of smiles. "So, uh, tell me about your mom."

George got out the last of their luggage and Dream closed the trunk. They started making their way to the doors of the apartment building. "She makes time for all of us, incredibly, even when she worked three jobs. The middle child usually feels left out," George said, and Dream's mind flickered to Tommy, "but I never did. I think Tubs did the most, out of all of us, but that can be blamed on Wil and I, and the age gap."

They opened the apartment building door with a key George pulled from his jacket pocket. "Wait, she works three jobs?" Dream asked. "That's... well, incredible, but-"

"Oh, she doesn't anymore. That was in England. She has a very well paying job now, she only has to work a few hours a day, and she has weekends off."

"Wow, that's really lucky. What does she do? Is that why you moved?"

They got into the elevator, luckily the only two there. "We have a seven hour car ride and now you're all important questions?" George chuckled. "You're a weird one."

"And you lo-ove me!" Dream teased, drawing out the 'o' as the brunette rolled his eyes.

"Very true, lover boy." George booped his nose. "Anyway, yeah. She works in publishing and editing. We moved for her job, so she could go to the office, but now that she works from home, it's more about being closer to Wilbur and I, and being able to commute to seasonal conferences."

The elevator dinged softly as they reached the tenth floor.

George and Dream picked up their bags. "This way," George said, walking left.

"Is that why you want to be an author? Because family's in the business?"

"One of the many reasons I want to be an author. I want to work for myself, the world, and my imagination, and my mom can help me get there."

"Smart boy," Dream said approvingly.

They neared the end of the hall, and George stopped at the last room on the left.

"Alright, so while we're here, we aren't dating." George said, taking a deep breath. He knocked and looked over to Dream. The blonde was staring intently at his shoes, upset he wouldn't be able to show his love for his boyfriend.

Dream clicked his tongue. "Well, if we're not dating... hugging is a friend thing?"

Dream tackled his boyfriend in a bear hug, catching him off-guard. At that moment, the door creaked open. George quickly pushed Dream away and the blonde immediately turned around to see the scenery out the window next to them.

"Um. I'm just gonna... I'm just gonna close the door now," Wilbur's voice said.

"Oh, thank god it's you, Wil," George sighed in relief.

"Yeah, uh, I got here last night." Wilbur stepped out of the apartment a little more to look at the blonde. "You good, Dream?"

Dream didn't turn around. He just shook his head and said, "I thought you were your mother, I'm trying to restart my heart. I had a bit of a heart attack, not gonna lie."