MCYT Oneshots [Pt. 1]

Friends?- Dreamnotfound 😊

CW: (i don't think this has anything that is triggering but if you think there is something be sure to tell me so I can add it)

Plot: George and Dream have always been close, and their friends insist that they just must be dating, but the two constantly deny it stating that they're just friends.

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George POV.

"Do you like him?" Karl asks, tucking his legs under him as he sits down.

"What? No, what gave you that idea?" I ask as my hands run through soft dark blond curls that are resting on my thighs, a skeptical hum erupting from the taller's chest.

"You guys just...I don't know," Karl says as he leans his head back against the back of the couch. "Like, he's laying his head down on you and he's asleep on your lap right now. It's just a very couple like thing to do,"

"We aren't a couple, we don't even like one another," I say with a chuckle at the absurdness of taller's words. "We're just very close,"

"Very close is one way of putting it," Karl points out, rolling his eyes as Dream stirs where he lays on my thigh.

"You're just jealous," i mock, poking my tongue out.

"Of what? The line between friends and something more being blurred? Hardly," he tells me. "I'm happy knowing that Sapnap and I are just friends,"

"You say that as if you aren't in love with him and it doesn't kill you every time you see him flirting with someone else," I joke.

"I'm not in love with him, and I don't die when he flirts with people! He can flirt with whoever he likes," he tells me.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, Karl," I say mockingly.

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I walk into home room, seeing Dream leaning against a wall, his legs rested up on my seat which is pulled close to him. "Dude, are You really using my chair as a foot rest?" I ask as I approach him.

"I am," he tells me, looking at me and smirking evilly. "Whatcha gonna do about it, gogy?"

"Don't call me that," I tell him. "Move your legs so I can sit down, asshole,"

"Make me," he remarks before the teacher of the home rooms begins to speak.

"Sit down please everyone, I've got to mark the roll," they say from the front of the class room. "George, please sit down,"

"I'm trying, but Dream refuses to move his legs," I complain.

"Just sit in another seat or something, just please do it quickly," they say before they start marking the roll.

"Move your legs or I'll sit on them," I turn and tell him, folding my arms at his idiocy.

"Then take a seat, George," he says smiling and patting his lap twice.

"I actually hate you," I tell him, rolling my eyes and sitting on his legs where they rest on my seat.

The teacher marks the roll, calling out everyone's names and giving me a weird look when they noticed the way im seated on Dream's legs. "Ugh, your legs are so uncomfortable," I complain once the roll is finished.

"I offered my lap to you," he says with a shrug, picking his finger nails.

"I'm not sitting on your lap," I state flatly. "At least open your legs so I can sit between them,"

"Fine," he says before spreading his legs beneath me. I slip between them, my back now to him.

"My back is going to get sore from having to sit up straight for so long—" I start complaining again.