Few words can change my world

1. Think before speak

Ah yes some angsty to start with :))

Just to clarify things that are in this story, being a part of lgbtq+ community is nothing to be ashamed of. Love is love. So don't take anything hate-related to this in the story as a true thing.

Tw: Self-hatred etc

Enjoy <3

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George's POV

It was a rainy Saturday evening. I was streaming, with my two best friends, which were on call with me - Dream and Sapnap. We were doing another "Minecraft, But Three People Control One Player..." It was pretty fun to do, since we swapped our roles from last time. I was responsible for moving, Dream for attacking, Sap for breaking blocks, etc. At first, it was total chaos, full of laughing and screaming, but eventually, we got a hang of it. After what felt like days, we beat the game.

Tired after all the screaming and focusing on completing the challenge, we switched to a creative world where we were just mindlessly running around, talking about everything and nothing. After a few minutes, a particular donation popped up on my screen, which was quickly read out loud by bot.

Cathylover49 donated $25!

How's your day going so far? When can we expect DreamTeam irl content?

"My day has been great! We don't know when the meet-up will take place though. Dream? Sapnap? How's yours?" I responded.

Boys immediately started rambling about their day, trying to shout over each other. Dream said he was bored out of his mind because Nick left the house for who knows how long to visit his boyfriend. Sapnap immediately tried to convince us he and Karl were just friends.

"Oh, but I never said I was talking about Karl? Got something to say now?" teased Dream.

That just lead to even more shouting and Dream making Nick more flustered with every second.

Their voices seemed to get more and more distant, as I drowned in my thoughts. I relaxed in my chair, enjoying the moment. I didn't talk about that, but I really liked spending time with them. It was refreshing.

But as I thought more about it, I remembered one thing, which crashed all my happiness.

They lived together.

I have thought about it almost every day. They saw each other every single day, while I sat here, alone, thousands and thousands of miles from them. This meant that Sapnap was one of the lucky people, who saw Dream's face. I would never admit that out loud, but I was jealous. I always wanted to meet Dream, to see his face, to talk to him in person. There was one slight problem - distance. I lived in rainy London, while he lived in sunny Florida. We have been planning some sort of meet-up, which would lead to me moving in with them but the virus had other plans for us. So here I was, thinking how Dream looked, how his famous cooking tasted, how it would feel to wake up hearing his voice and not the silence filling up my apartment.

I was brought back to the real world as I heard Sapnap scream "Hey mister colorblind what are you dreaming about? Maybe a particular dreamy boy?"

"Oh shut up Snapmap" I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, I told you to stop calling me that!"

As he said that, a notification popped up on my phone, which laid down next to my keyboard. I quickly picked it up to see who was writing to me now. I always kept my phone in silence mode, so no one would distribute me while sleeping and such, with few expectations. But they all knew I was streaming, so why text? I glanced at the screen to be met with text from none other than "Dream:)". I unlocked my phone curiously and opened the message.