𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

0.3

The movie is exactly what George expected: cringy, old and hetero. It's not terrible, and Dream is sobbing by the end, but it was very predictable. He gives it a solid six out of ten.

"There's actually a sequel as well." Sapnap decides to finally bring up, stretching and almost hitting George in the face.

"We are not watching that." the brunette says quickly, frowning. "We've already watched one, i think we got the message."

Dream clearly does want to want the next one, but doesn't protest, instead standing up and stretching out, causing his hoodie to ride up slightly.

George didnt mean to stare, but he does unintentionally, the pale shine of his friends abdomen temporarily distracting him to silence.

His not-so-holy thoughts are interrupted by his ravenette friend who forces his head onto George's shoulder and with a dopey smirk whispers, "want me to take a picture so you can gape over him later?"

George does, George really does want him to.

"No." he elbows and pushes away Sapnap, who's expression does not change, "no.. I don't."

"Clearly."

He goes to retort - it would have probably gone along the lines of "fuck you", to which Sapnap probably would have replied "bet you wanna fuck dream", since it was slowly becoming a repeated conversation between the two - but is interrupted by Dream, who turns around to grin at the two sadly, tear tracks still drying on his face.

"So, shall we read the rest of the letters now?" he asks, clearing his throat.

Sapnap frowns, "actually.. It's getting pretty late I should probably go-!" he stands up and stretches almost identically to the way his friend had moments ago, "see ya guys!" and he walks out the door.

George sighs and follows suit, clicking his neck due to the weird position the three were lying in. "Yeah I should probably go too, I'm already past curfew."

Dream frowns but nods, "'kay, let's read the letters after school tomorrow?" he asks hopefully.

"Sure." the brunette smiles weakly, "I'll message Sap about it."

"Okay." He is already grinning again, bouncing on the balls of his feet, "I'll walk you to the door."

George nods and the two slowly make their way down the stairs. Dream is the richest of the three friends, but none are particularly wealthy, he lives in a classic suburban house, the decor probably almost identical to his next-door-neighbours.

George loves Dream's house though; it feels homey, welcoming. Its usually quite loud due to his siblings and his mother's short temper, but all the arguments are clearly fond.

The duo pause at the front door and blink at eachother, obviously wanting to say something but not knowing how to. "So um, see you tomorrow?" Dream coughs awkwardly.

"Right.." George hesitates, before opening the door and sending one last glance to Dream. "Bye.."

The blonde smiles as his friend collects his bike, his helmet automatically strapping itself onto his head, before hes riding away, gone down the street within seconds.

Dream stands there for a moment before sighing, sending one last wistful glance before turning back inside, jumping at the sight of his sister in the doorway of the kitchen.

He sighs and clutches at his chest, shaking his head. "Dris, you scared me." he pants accusingly, glaring at his sister through narrowed eyes.

She ignores him, sipping on her tea in the steaming "sassy teenager" mug she got on her thirteenth birthday as she watches him with an emotionless expression.