count on me

months before...

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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dream glances over at his phone as it begins to ring, vibrating against the marble countertop and echoing a soft buzzing sound through the previously silent room.

he puts the knife he'd been holding back down against the chopping board, making his way over to the opposite counter to see who was calling. it was george, which was mildly concerning when he considered the time difference, but it wasn't all that shocking that george would be up so late at night.

he picks his phone up, taking it back to the counter with him and sliding his thumb along to answer the call before putting the phone on speaker and plopping it down. "heya george," he greets with a smile, turning back to the onions on the chopping board. dream didn't cook often, but it's sapnap's birthday tomorrow and he felt motivated so he thought- why not? "why're you calling?"

"i'm gonna kill myself."

that is not what dream had expected to hear.

dream drops the knife back down for a second time, quickly picking the phone back up. when he speaks it comes out frantic, unable to decipher the tone of his friend's voice, "george wh-"

"i'm not," george then interrupts, speaking equally as fast. "i'm not going to kill myself," he elaborates.

george had never once cried in all of their years of friendship -at least, not to dream- but he certainly sounded like he was about to now.

"i just-" the brunette cut himself off with a frustrated groan before the call fell shortly silent. a moment passed before he inhaled shakily, continuing, "dream, something really bad has happened."

"what's up?" dream asked worriedly.

the call fell silent, and dream looked down at his phone to make sure he hadn't accidentally ended the call. he hadn't, and he turns to move and sit at the kitchen island. when george still doesn't reply after another ten seconds or so, dream was quick to urge him with a sweet, "talk to me gog, i'm right here."

"dream... beth's pregnant," he whispers, and the blond hears how his breath hitches.

"i thought you-"

"were breaking up with her. yeah, i did," george finishes for him, sighing, "that's when she told me."

dream was commonly the person that people would go to for advice. he was always there for his friends and he almost always had answers, and when he didn't he'd find one. but not now. there were no answers.

"dream, please say something," george practically whimpers, his voice shaking.

george sniffs, as if he's crying, and dream's mind jumps back into action in hopes to find a solution for his friend. the food goes completely forgotten as he sits his phone down on the island so he can lean his head into his hands.

he takes a breath, deliberating what to say.

"okay, firstly, george," dream starts, hoping to sound firm, "no matter what happens, it will be okay. you're going to get through this," he speaks clearly. "secondly, how serious were you about... you know?" he asks, not able to force himself to say it.