hot chocolate and thrift shopping

december 23 - cold-hearted bitch

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

*͛ ͙͛ ⁑͛⋆͛*

the door swings open, and the blonde smiles widely. "hey cara," he greets.

"hi dream," she replies, stepping out of the way for him to enter the house. "how are you doing?" she asks.

"i'm good thanks," he answers, "how about you?"

"yeah, i'm good, excited for christmas?"

dream shrugs, laughing, "sure, i guess."

she fondly rolls her eyes, clearly not surprised by his vague answer. "well, i suppose that's progress from your usual no, christmas sucks!" cara mimics.

he laughs, "i guess so. how is your boyfriend?"

she rolls her eyes. "he's not my boyfriend," she mumbles, cheeks flushing rosy pink. "we're just friends."

"oh, i'm sure," dream replies sarcastically.

behind cara, her mother walks in from the kitchen. "oh, hello dream," she greets with a smile.

"hey lola," he responds to the ravenette. "i have these for you both," he holds out the container. "my mom made them."

cara takes them from him, looking down through the clear lid at the two large christmas cookies. "oh nice," she smiles, "i already know these are going to be great."

"oh, your mom is so sweet," lola speaks fondly, smiling. "i'm going to call her now to say thank you," she says, leaving the room.

"the other two are upstairs, by the way," cara tells him, "and tell your mom i said thanks too."

"i will do," dream replies, turning to make his way up the stairs, "see you cara!"

"bye dream!"

dream goes upstairs, entering sapnap's room to find the ravenette asleep, george lying beside him with his head on the other boy's bare chest. sapnap's arm is wrapped tightly around george's waist and, although the brit isn't asleep, he is just laying there silently, seeming to be thinking.

dream is thankful for the comforter draped over them, for he doesn't know how low their nudity goes.

he shuts the door quite loudly, thankful when he gets george's attention, the brunette moving his gaze from where it had been fixed on the wall over to the other. "oh hey," he smiles, seeming a little sleepy and dazed himself, "you're here."

"i am," dream smiles, heading over and sitting down on sapnap's desk chair. he squints over at george, "are you two naked?"

"nah, he's in boxers, i'm in sweats," george assures, earning a relieved nod from dream, "though we were naked earli-"

"okay, thanks george," dream interrupts, causing the brit to giggle. george always loves getting a reaction, and dream always gives him one.