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

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George would never admit that he spent most of his night just looking up stupid articles, chuckling softly at the absolutely outrageous ones, and somehow still kept coming back to that first stupid one which mysteriously worked.

Wear red. Is it really that easy? Just a few tricks and boom, Dream will be hooked, lined and sinkered.

The fact that he stayed up way too long into the night meant he didn't wake up at 6 a.m. but rather almost at lunch. Rather than woke up he would mention he was woken up, Dream pounding on his door until he got out of bed groggily and unlocked the door.

"How are you not awake yet?!" was the first thing he said. George was more focused on what he saw instead of heard. And sweet jesus, was that a sightful morning, Dream's arms propped over the doorframe, arms up, body lean, t-shirt almost almost rolled up to show some sliver of skin and pale hair. Well...

"I'm awake now," he mumbled, throat parched. Fuck. What was in the tricks. He should be using those. He should be getting him to fall for him, not to be angry at him.

"We were supposed to be recording like two hours ago. I gave you like an hour because I thought you needed sleep when you were awake so early before, but what the fuck, George?" Yep, he was definitely angry.

"So I slept in, so what? Is that illegal? I was up late," he shrugged his shoulder, Dream's stupid attitude wasn't helping with his already cranky mood. Stupid Dream and stupid mornings.

"Up late doing what? You said you're going straight to sleep when we talked," his eyes narrowed suddenly and George felt his cheeks heat up. Dream's eyebrows only got higher during the prolonged silence, staring at how his face grew more red. "George..." he said then, voice teasing, shaking his head slightly.

"I was talking to someone... else," is what he said because he remembered the article mentioning something about being mysterious and damn, he could be that. He knows very well how Dream hates not being told stuff so he can very well keep his secrets. He has no idea how that will move their relationship forward but... Dream is already moving his arms down, crossing them over his chest.

"Someone else? Why so secretive? Do you have other Minecraft boyfriends?" there is still some tint of humour in his tone but it is getting so overshadowed by the change in demeanour. "Seriously, what were you doing? Why are you being suspicious?"

Wow, these tricks are working so well. Literally, how?

"Wouldn't you like to know, Dreamy boy," he snorted and then just walked past him, made his way to the bathroom. He heard him following and he almost wanted to skip with excitement. Somehow the cloudy mood from few minutes before already passed. This is going to be so awesome.

Dream still watched him while he washed his teeth, squinting, analysing. George was fighting hard to keep the smirk in. He didn't held in the cock of his eyebrow that made Dream turn to look out at the hallway, grumble something to himself.

"Why wouldn't you just tell me?" he whined as they trailed to the kitchen, Dream still hot on George's trail.

Because I'm being mysterious. Because that will get you to fall in love with me, idiot. Duh.

"Do I need to tell you everything? I have my secrets, Dream," he smirked then because the way his eyebrows all scrunched up was too cute. Curse him for being attractive.

"You don't have any secrets, what do you mean?!"

"I have soooo many secrets. You just don't know about them because they are, you know, secret," big smile, he is so gonna hate this. Dream is hot when he hates things.