Long chapter for you guys.
♡George pov♡
Everything is okay. Nothing bad has happened in weeks. Dream clearly needed this time to relax. He's been so happy, talkative, and energetic since he hasn't had to worry about his work.
"Georgeeee." He dragged out my name.
He was currently cuddled up in between my legs with his head rested on my stomach.
"What?" I replied.
"Can we do something actually fun tomorrow?" He asked.
"Laying in bed with me and watching movies hasn't been fun?" I teased.
"Nooo. That's not what I meant. I want to go somewhere." He said.
"Like where?" I asked.
"I don't know gaybo. You decide." He replied.
"Yeah, okay. I see how it is queer." I stated.
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"I will actually murder you. Don't test me." He said.
"No, you won't. You love me." I replied.
His hand ran up my thigh until it got to my waist. He let it rest there. He sighed and shut his eyes.
"When are Karl and Sap getting home?" I asked.
"Probably soon. They've been gone for two hours." He told me.
"Where did they even go?" I asked.
"Some fancy restaurant then the beach, I think." He replied.
"I'm hungry." I stated.
He smiled and got off of me.
"I've been dying to make you that pasta." He said.
He got off the bed and grabbed my hand. He pulled me out of the bed and threw me over his shoulder.
"OH MY GOD. DREAM STOP." I yelled.
He carried me out of the bedroom and down the hall as I thrashed and tried to get down. We got to the kitchen, and he put me down.
"What the fuck was that for?" I asked.
"I don't know. I thought it would be funny, and it was." He stated.
"Whatever. You're gay anyway." I mumbled.
He laughed and opened the cabinet.
"Actually, you're the gay one. I still like girls." He told me.
"Yeah, but you don't like any girls right now, so you're basically gay." I said.
"Pretty sure that's not how it works, but keep going because I love your sexy accent." He stated.
"Shut up." I replied, feeling my face heat up.
He looked over at me and laughed.
"You're so cute." He told me, starting to boil water.
He put the pasta in.
"Do you like garlic?" He asked.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Alfredo?" He asked.
I nodded in response.
"Perfect." He stated.
The front door opened, and we both turned around.
"What are you making?" Sapnap asked.
"Pasta. Don't get any ideas. You just had dinner fucker." Dream threatened.
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