George mindlessly walked around Dreams building. He randomly stumbled apon an office.
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It was Dreams. George sat down and span on Dreams chair. Something caught his eye. George stopped spinning.
George , being nosy, opened an ajar drawer on Dreams desk. A piece of paper fell out of the overflowing drawer. George picked it up. It was a drawing. A rough sketch. Of George. George chuckled taking the top file out . It was strange all the files seemed to be about him.
George heard footsteps. He looked up to see Dream . Dream chuckled lightly. Dream walked over and placing his glass of water on the table. Dream ruffled Georges hair. George got off of Dreams chair tucking away the file. George kissed Dreams cheek. "Can i borrow your car?" "Yea . What for?" "Selling shit." "Fine but dont get caught." George slipping Dreams keys into his hand. George walked out the door. He stopped. "Wait. Dream?" "Yeah?" "Have you got a motorbike?" "Yea. Use it if you want." Dream replied. "Thank you." George walked down the corridor. George opened a door. Many cars and shit was layed out around. George scanned his eyes over everything. His eyes landed on a row of motorbikes. All different colors. For different members.
George walked over to the dark green one. George picked up the helmet that was propped against the bike. George smiled and tapped the helmet gently. George straddled the bike. George turned the bike on.
It made a load roaring sound. "Oh hello." George smirked and placed the helmet on and the garage door opened. George zoomed out. The garage shutting behind him. George drove to his alley. A long line of people were there. He forgot to do it yesterday so it was the people from today. George drove down the alley and parked still sitting on the bike. George started to trade the cigarettes. George Waited in the alley for ages. It had gone dark ages ago. George decided it was best to go home.
George tried to remember his way home.
Dream Pov
Dream lent against the garage door. He hadnt been there long.
Dream heard the ripping noise of the motorbike come into shot. Dream smiled gently. It was way past dark.
Dream watched the brunette park up. Dream walked over. "What did you do?" Dream asked. Gently pulling the helmet off of the brunette.
"Same old shit i used to?" "What ? Sell drugs down a sketchy alley." "Its only sketchy because of me." George chuckled. "And plus you dont know what other shit i do in my time."
"Like?" "None of your business blondie." George grabbed Dreams tie gently and brought his face down. George left a small kiss on Dreams cheek. "Wait..George." Dream gently placed his hand on Georges jaw.
"Whats the nose bleed from?" "Nose bleed?" George felt under his nose. A blood trail was left on his hand. "Shit." "Come on lets go." Dream chuckled.
