Set ones Heart on Revenge <DNF>

Chapter #11 (𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎)

⚠️blood, death, guns, betting⚠️

George POV

I rubbed my eyes, still adjusting to the bright sunlight coming through the windows. I groaned as I tried to sit up in bed but couldn't.

I looked over to see Dream latched onto me. He's so clingy. His hair was a bit messed up but it still looked cute-

"Are you going to keep staring at me?" Dream asked, not opening his eyes. I jumped a bit. Dream chuckled and opened his eyes and looked up at me.

"Good morning, Georgie," Dream smiled weakly as he tossed the covers off of himself and stood up. I whined as the cold air hit my body, causing me to shiver and quickly whip the sheet back to keep the warm air in.

"Awww. Sorry baby, did I let you freeze?" Dream mocked before snickering and walking out of the room.

A few minutes later, Dream returned with a tray of food in his hands. It looked rather expensive with the gold trimming.

Dream got back under the sheets and adjusted the tray so both of us could eat. We both grabbed our forks and bumped arms.

We looked down.

Well, that's going to be an issue. I was on the right side but left handed and he was on the left side but right handed.

"S-sorry," I muttered but neither of us moved our hands.

"You're left handed?" Dream questioned.

"Yeah, I am."

"How do you write with your left hand?" Dream was confused. I scoffed.

"The same way you write except with the other hand you fucking idiot!" I shouted. Dreams eyes turn to ones of sorrow.

"S-sorry, I get asked it a lot and it's irritating," I continued to explain.

"I-it's okay. I'm sorry for asking you," Dream spoke quietly before going back to shoveling food in his face.

There was a brief moment of silence before Dream spoke up. "After breakfast, I want you to see something," I hummed.

We quickly finished eating breakfast and left it on the beds for the maids and butlers to come and clean up.

Dream grabbed my arm and led me around the mansion. "You know, you're sorta like a friend to me. My first friend in fact!" I confessed.

Dream looked at me, "First? I'm your first friend?"

"Mhm. My dad never let me had friends before. He said that it was dangerous and that they'd betray me eventually..." I replied sadly.

"Aww, that's so sad," Dream pouted, pulling me in for a side hug. After another couple of minutes, we stood outside a door with the words Arcade on it.

<3Dream POV<3

I watched George as his face light up. Literally, from the neon light trimming of the place and how a large smile came over his face. His eyes filled with curiosity.