The 12 Steps To Getting That Boy To Fall In Love With You

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this is on a03 and if the author asks me to remove i will not hesitate to delete this 

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George hated the quiet of the mornings before anyone else was awake. It was so stupid. Like how can his body be so stupid? He was used to living on Floridian time before moving here and suddenly he is awake at 6 in the morning on multiple days in row with nothing to do and no one to entertain him?

He already skewed the house for Patches but she was probably in Dream's room, curled up on his chest like usually. He didn't check but she was definitely there, no doubt. He doesn't need to check, right? That's like invasion of privacy or something. But then again, does he care?

The door to Dream's room were a bit creaky. It was a familiar sound by now but somehow the decibels were turned to the absolute maximum in the silence of the hallway. Dream didn't even stir. The air in his room was a bit stuffy and hot, filled with some undeniable smell of purely Dream. George scrunched his nose just out of stubbornness. He doesn't like Dream's smell because that would be a weird thought to have while staring at your sleeping best friend, the cat certainly undeniably sleeping on his chest. Naked chest.

Right now would be the time to turn around, creak the door closed and go about his morning. But somehow George is still standing there and staring, it's like his brain is just slowly booting up something but it's so slow George already kind of forgot what he typed into the search bar. He uses the meantime to zone in on his face, the slight puffiness from being deep asleep, how his lips are slightly parted, how his freckles look somehow darker, more pronounced under the pinkish hue.

"Why the fuck are you staring at me while I sleep?" his voice is so deep and hoarse, Dream definitely feels it too because he just clears his throat before cracking his eyes open, looking around.

"Finally," George breathes out. "I was so bored," he crosses his arms over his chest, rolls his eyes, tries to ignore how his own cheeks feel warm.

"Why the fuck are you awake?" this voice is a complete opposite to the deep rumble, just a soft mumble as Dream looks to the bedside table and looks at his stupid cat clock reading out 6:45 in the morning. George just continues standing there and staring. He thinks that's enough of a response.

Dream just snorts out a chuckle and then shuffles a bit, hand coming to gently pet Patches who is stirring now too. George at least feels a bit guilty about waking her up.

"I'm not getting up," Dream mumbles with a smile, knowing how exactly George will react and George reacts exactly like he expects, huffs out a snort, gives him an annoyed stare.

"But I'm bored! Make me breakfast! I'm literally a guest here, you should take care of me like a king. I'm gonna leave a bad review if you're not careful and you're gonna be ruined!" Dream just blinks at him blankly and shakes his head.

"How do you find the energy to be a menace at 7 in the morning is beyond me," he sighs, closes his eyes again to slump into the pillow. "Join me if you don't want to be alone, but I'm not getting up."

And see... That's exactly the problem with Dream. He just fucking says stuff. George is aware he does that too, but things he accidentally says are like "I have a guys addiction" or whatever, not like "Oh I love you George, holy cow, can't wait to spend the rest of my future with you, get in the bed with me... platonically". So Dream says stuff and George is ruined but then he is still crossing the room to get into the bed so maybe it's hell of his own making. He obviously closes the door first. And opens the window. He is not a monster. But he will complain to Dream about having to do it and how it stinks here. The bed is too warm too but George just shuffles under the sheets, slumps into the pillow with an attitude as if someone forced him even is this was all done of his own will. Patches is now up, kneading her paws into the cotton of the sheets, looking between them with wide eyes. She goes for George's hair immediately and he just chuckles, lets her chase the strands flying all over his pillow.