bakery boy // dnf

chapter seven : baking

georges pov //

i had gotten home late from my show last night, due to jacob wanting to go party some more.

when i woke up it was around 11am, my whole body was extremely sore from running around a strip club with jacob as he flirted with random chicks. luckily, i didnt have work today.

i pulled my phone out of my pocket, it was almost dead due to me not plugging up when i got home last night.

i saw a few messages from dream, i open them and read them.

'heyy! wanna come to mine?'

'we can cook?'

'well, bake, i know u like to bake'

'georgeee'

'wake upp pls'

'are you alright'

and then i saw about 2 missed calls. i immediately called, feeling bad that i worried him.

he picked up after about two rings, i finally got to hear his beautiful soft voice. "hey!" he greeted me. his voice giving me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. "hellooo!" i replied.

"so, are you coming to mine?" he questions. "yeah! let me try to sneak out." i said forcing a laugh at the end.

dream sounded like he forced a laugh to as we said goodbye and hung up.

i sighed as i went to hurriedly get dressed so i can sneak out, and be back before jacob wakes up. after clubbing, he usually sleeps until 4am the next night, so i should be good.

i put on a cute yet simple outfit, a baggy vintage shirt, black sweatpants, and a few bracelets. i look at myself in the mirror, i often hated how i looked, and i sure did right now.

ive always been told im to fat, or to skinny, my hair is to messy, my freckles are ugly, my nose was crooked, my lips were to big, or to thin. i was never enough and i hated myself.

(tw//self harm)

i lift up my sleep to see some cuts in my skin. some healed, some in the process, and some fresh. i go into my bathroom and reach into a draw, grabbing my blade. i twirl it around in my fingers for a minute, thinking if now was really a good time. i sighed as i brought the blade up to my left arm.

i cut a deep line into my arm, wincing in pain. with blood trickling down my arm, i hurry up and get alcohol wiped to clean the deep cut.

i finish cleaning my cut as i dart back to my bedroom, grabbing my phone and openjng my window. i huff in frustration trying to open the window, then it finally flings open. i pop out the screen and jump through, falling into the bush, wincing in pain as the leaves and sticks poked my arm.  i climb my way out of the bush and bring myself to my feet.

i began to walk but then remember i dont even have his address, what an idiot.

i swiftly pull out my phone and text him, 'heyy, whats ur address'

it takes him about 2 minutes before i see the typing bubbles, god hes slow, as in not quick, and stupid. he responds with his address and i say okay.

i begin the walk to his house. i was pretty familiar with the neighborhood he lived in because a few of his friends also lived in that area. it was about a 30 minute walk. i huff, annoyed at the length of the walk.

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i finally reach his apartment door. the apartment complex he lived in looked honestly pretty nice.

i knock on his door and seconds later i hear footsteps rushing down—what sounded like— stairs.

dream finally opens his door, and god. he looks all to perfect. his dirty blonde curls sitting atop his head, perfectly framing his face. his freckles scattered lightly across his scarlett red cheeks. his nose perfectly placed in the middle of his face, and his lips looking all to kissable. wait what the fuck was i saying ?!  im inlove with jacob. i tried to make myself get the icks at my thoughts about dream but i just couldnt.

"done staring, baker boy?" he says teasing. i roll my eyes and bite my lip in response.

he moves aside to allow me in. i walk in and see his apartment. it was a nice place, very pretty. i look over to his kitchen counter and see a lot of baking ingredients.

"so, i dont know alot about cooking, or baking, but i just bought random cake mix ingredients and stuff." her nervously laughed as he scratched at the back of his neck. "this is going to be so fun!!" i jump up and down with excitement.

he hands me a plain white apron, i pull it over my head while i struggled to tie it. dream came over to help me, i could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as his fingers glided over my back as he knotted it. i nearly threw up because of excitement as butterflies rumbled in my stomach.

he finished knotting up my apron as he goes to tie his own.

we eventually talk and begin baking a stupid cake.

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"DREAM!" i scream as hes chasing me, laughing, with a handful of cake batter, trying to smear it on my face.

"oh georgeee!~" he says as i run into his room and hide in the closet. i hear the door handle jiggle as he opens the door. i can see him looking under the bed, behind his draws, and under his desk.

he then comes to open the closet door, i hold m breath. he spots me and starts laughing like a maniac as he smears the cake batter on my face. i wanted to be but but i just laughed with him as he helped me up and out of the closet, smearing the leftover cake batter from his hand, onto mine.

we make it back to the kitchen to finish up our cake.

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we get our frostings ready as our cake cools.

he grabs us some food coloring as we talk about the most random shit, no, seriously, the most random things ever, one time dream said something like "what if i worm went up ur ass and bit you". was he high?

we separated our frostings into two bowls, and we pour green food dye in one bowl —dreams favorite color— and blue food dye in the other —my favorite color—

we decorated the cake with the frosting colors, and with green and blue food gel, we write 'dnf'.

honestly, the cake was so pretty. it was beautifully decorated, and dream did none of the pretty decorations, he sucked.

"this is so pretty!" he excitedly yelled, his eyes lighting up.

i nod in agreement. he grabs us plates and forks. we cut the cake and eat it, honestly, it was really good.

once we finish, we cleaned up, and he helped me clean any leftover cake batter left on my face from earlier.

he helps me untie my apron, again, his hot breath against my neck, and his hands brushing on my back.

he pulls the apron off of me and stares at me for a moment. "thanks dream, i had alot of fun, seriously." i thanked him.

"i had so much fun too, george." he said as he pulled me into a hug, i obviously hug back.

we say our goodbyes and i head home, starting my 30 minute walk.

i got home and climb back through the window, tumbling inside. i close and lock the window behind me and fall into my bed, drifting off to sleep..

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i think i have 30-35 reads rn omg ?!