George had thought that this was somewhat strange, but in fact he felt really well. The man he had met a week ago at three in the morning, was now in his apartment and was touching every single thing he saw. Maybe Dream was just interested, but George made sure he didn't touch anything that was important to him.
"You've read all of these?" Dream asked while going through George's bookshelf. "Well yeah, expect harry Potter and the deathly Hallows" George said smiling. "But these books are like super thick! How did you have time?" Dream asked looking amazed. "I have lot of free time so.." George laughed a little.
"Wow couldn't me" Dream laughed, making George smile. It was a long silence before someone would say something, and also Dream was busy looking at George's books. "So.." George started "What do you wanna do?" George asked. Dream looked at George. "I don't know whatever you want" Dream smiled.
"Well that was helpful" George thought. "Well you wanna bake?" George quickly asked.
Dream looked at George a little worried. "Uhm sure, but i don't really know how to bake so" Dream said. "Don't worry about it, i can help you" George said and tapped Dream's shoulder. "You know how to bake?" Dream asked looking confused. "Duh" George said. What a disrespect.
"Wash your hands please" George told him as he rolled up his sleeves. George took all the ingredients and placed them on the table. Dream arrived besides him. "So what are we gonna do?" Dream asked. " Cinnamon rolls" George responded. "Why don't you mix all the dry ingredients and i do the rest?" George said a warm smile on his face. George felt weirdly comfortable and was enjoying Dream's presence. Dream was calm and nice being around. George hoped he was also nice to be around.
George warmed up some milk to the yeast. He watched Dream mixing the ingredients. He looked so focused it made George laugh. Dream surprised George by quickly looking to his right. George snapped and quickly looked away. Well Dream was looking behind George, where the plants were. "Is that a radio?" Dream asked. And yes, yes it was. It was behind all of the plants. George tried to hide it there, because it was old and he didn't really use it. "Yeah, why do you ask?" George asked confused. "Can i put it on?" Dream asked. "Sure, but i don't know if it works"
When Dream put it on, only hard to distinguish words and uncomfortable voices could be heard. But when Dream turned the button to the left George heard clear words. George distinguished some French words. The song sounded familiar, but didn't get it first. George looked at Dream quick.
"It's the french song, god dammit i don't remember the name of it" George complained. "Was it Je te laisserai des mots?" Dream asked. "Yes right!" George said excited. "Do you wanna keep it on?" Dream asked. "Yeah it's a good song" George smiled. Dream walked back next to George while the song kept playing. The song changed the mood completely. George thought the song felt soft and cozy. He didn't know what Dream thought tho. But they both seemed to like this song.
George and Dream both were sitting on the couch. "I'm so tired" Dream said and leaned back. "Well it was worth it" George laughed. "If you say so" Dream sighed. "We need to hangout more, you are funny to be around" Dream smiled. George was surprised, but felt a nice warm feeling inside of his heart. "Fine with me" George smiled back. It was nice to hear that from someone.
The conversation didn't continue after that, but the mood was nice. Neither George or Dream spoke a word, but the feeling of someone around you was enough. George noticed Dream was already half asleep. He must have been tired. George laughed quietly, not wanting to wake up Dream.
He got up from the couch, and picked up the blanket he placed on the sofa an hour ago. He placed it over Dream, that was already asleep. George walked to the kitchen and took a look at the cinnamon rolls. George now realized he was gonna be bored, as long Dream is asleep.
It had been over 1 hour, and George was still sitting on the kitchen. He had already ate half of the cinnamon rolls, but left some to Dream as well. George was getting tired of waiting, so he decided to go wake up Dream.
George walked next to Dream, that was in deep sleep. George felt bad for waking him up, but he didn't want this man to live in his house either. George bumped Dream on his shoulder couple of times. "Dream!" He said quiet. "Dream!" George said again. George crossed his arms and sighed. "Oh well" George said.
"DREAM!!" George yelled out loud, making Dream wake up. "Ugh finally" George said annoyed. Dream looked like he has been beated up in his Dream. He looked really pale too. "Hey uh are you okay, you look pale?" George asked.
"Yeah i'm good" Dream said probably still confused about what is going on. George looked at Dream's messy hair. George touched Dream's thick hair with his fingers and fixed his hair a little. George smiled afterwards.
"Thank you George" Dream smiled. "Is there still any cinnamon rolls left?" Dream asked while getting up from the sofa. "Yeah i left you some" George responded.
Dream walked to the kitchen and saw the rolls on the table. "Oh you already ate half of these" Dream said looking at George. "Yes because someone who i invited over fell asleep" George rolled his eyes. "That sofa is fucking comfy by the way" Dream said.
Dream took a bite of the cinnamon roll, and was amazed. "You baked these?" Dream said his mouth full of food. George looked disgusted. "Yeah.." He said looking at Dream weird. Before George could say a word Dream had already eaten the whole cinnamon roll.
"Can i take these home with me?" Dream asked smiling. "Sure, but let me get you a bag" George said and started looking for a bag. George found one from the drawer and putted the cinnamon rolls in there.
"Thank you" .
Dream was about to go home, and was putting his shoes on. "It was nice to hangout" Dream said. "Oh needed to ask this, can i get your phone number now?" Dream asked. "What do you need that for? You can just come to my door" George laughed."Fine i will" Dream smiled. "Well i'm gonna go, so see ya!" Dream said and opened the door. The door slammed in front of George's face. George was surprised how quiet it was now. George now felt stupid. Just standing there. It was like he had been talking to a ghost this whole time.
George suddenly flinched, when he heard a buzz coming out of his pocket. George took his phone out of the pocket, and looked at who was calling him. George was surprised to see Wilbur's name on the phone screen.
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Neighbors//dnf
FanfictionGeorge bored with his life, makes a big decision when he decides to move to Florida. Running away from disturbing thoughts felt good at first, but George's neighbor next door gives him something else to think about.
