The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Three

George woke up before Dream, vividly remembering what had happened last night.

He opened his eyes, sleep still heavy on them, rubbing away that sleep seconds after.

George reached out his hand to the desk next to him to grab his phone and pull out the charger cable. It was a superior feeling waking up to a fully charged phone in the morning.

Sweeping through his notifications, swiping one and another left until it had landed on his messages, the brunette then clicked on the text, knowing it was going to be his parents,

Mother

10:47am

Me and your father are expecting you for our family dinner on Sunday, at six o'clock on dot.

George's blood started rushing through his veins again, knowing what the conversation was going to be about already, he couldn't help but start biting the inside of his cheeks as he was feeling anxious, his mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry as he reached half emptied water bottle from the ground by his bed, to chug down the rest of the water.

George didn't reply anything just yet, he was mentally preparing himself trying to find an excuse to escape the reality of the situation.

George then annoyingly grunted at himself making the sleeping blonde shift on his bed, but didn't wake one up as he was almost nervous of waking the blonde.

The brunette sat up on the side of his bed, his hands still fidgeting, not knowing what to do. He got up and walked towards the bathroom, to wash his teeth and quickly splash his face with cold water to calm himself down.

Walking out the bathroom, seeing the blonde now scroll through his phone, giving a glance to the shorter one before trailing his eyes back to the dimly lit screen.

The brunette sat by his bed thinking if he should ask the blonde to go and grab some breakfast from his favourite cafe with him, or should the shorter one just bring him something instead.

He wasn't sure what to say so he quietly exhaled, trying to make small talk with the taller one asking one another, ''Wanna grab some breakfast?'' staring at the floor until he quickly adds ''Or I can bring you some from the cafe instead''. He finishes, looking slightly at the taller one for response.

The blonde then switches off his phone and puts it down to his chest while looking at the brunette ''I don't mind'' the taller one replies.

''So in or out?'' the brunette adds.

''What do you mean?'' the taller one furrows his brow.

George realised how unexplanatory the sentence was and goes again, ''I mean do you want me to bring you food like in, or do you want to come with me out to the cafe?'' he finishes with a small grin on his face, slightly embarrassed.

The blonde seems to think now, but nods as he replies, ''Probably out'' he smiles back at the shorter one, ''Better opportunity to get to know my roommate better'' He added.

The brunette then gets up to start picking out clothes to put on, when being interrupted by the blonde one who was still laying down in the bed ''Is your stuff always this messy?'' he chuckles.

The shorter one seems a bit baffled by this question but with no hesitation and slight smirk on the corner of his face he nods, ''Mostly, yes''.

Dream scoffs with a playful disappointment in his face.

George picks up some black trousers and another long sleeved beige shirt, adding on his white air forces and grabbing his coat.

''I'll leave you behind if you take any longer'' The brunette was pointing towards the taller one who was barely sitting up on the edge of his bed.