The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Five

It was sunday morning now. George woke up earlier than he'd expect to.

He looks at the sleeping boy on the other side of the room and thinks to himself,

"What did I do to deserve this kind soul?" I've only known him for just a few days. Was I that desperate for someone's touch? Has it really been that long since I last felt like someone cared about me?

George shakes his head, trailing off his eyes from the sleeping blonde.

George gets up, does his regular routine. He grabs a tub of painkillers and takes one, he didn't feel that bad since he didn't drink nearly as much as he usually would.

He then places a painkiller and a glass of water next to the blonde, on top of his desk.

After that he would go to the cafe and order some breakfast and two cups of coffee. The brunette gets back to the dorm room seeing the blonde already awake scrolling boredly on his phone. The glass of water was half empty and the painkiller had been taken.

George can't help but slightly smile at the taller one when he looks up to him. ''Didn't know what you'd like to eat so I got you whatever I usually get for myself'' he then spoke, handing the taller one the bag of food.

''What I did do to deserve this?'' the taller asks, smiling at the brunette.

'It's a 'thank you', for last night'' he mumbles.

Dream felt his heart melt, why?

''You are adorable'' Dream spoke aloud, not meaning to do so.

''Thank you'' George furrows his brow slightly, a dumbfounded smile escaping his lips. He didn't know how else to react.

...

It was now nearly five in the evening and George was nervously bouncing his leg and fidgeting with his fingers.

Dream noticed brunette's really obvious anxiety, ''Hey you alright?'' he slowly approached the boy sitting down next to him.

''Just fine'' the brunette whispers. He looked up at the taller one and continued, ''Wanna come around my house?'' he then quickly stared down the ground again.

George felt his guilt drip as soon as he said it out aloud. He maybe had slight hope that his parents would remain more shut about things, if he'd bring someone with him.

George keeps nervously fidgeting with his phone when the blonde looked up at him slightly confused, ''I mean i don't mind, if you don't mind?'' he questions the brunette, ''Any particular reason?'' he finished.

''Just a dinner'' George then answers. Feeling every bone in his body now crack as the guilt for even asking Dream to come along in the first place. He could already imagine how uncomfortable the blonde could feel.

Why is he so nice and polite to me? He minds himself.

Nobody ever was nice to George in his past, why now? Nobody ever cared about his feelings or what he wanted in life. He had never talked to anyone in his college either, until he was paired with Karl, his project partner.

Well Wilbur too but he was more like his childhood friend, so he couldn't count him in this scenario.

...

Both of the boys then are ready to leave the dorm, grabbing an uber and making their way to George's parents house.

When the house comes into Dreams eyesight, he nudges the brunette asking for his confirmation if it was even the right house, no it was more like a mansion, the brunette nodding, confirming that this indeed the right address.