bakery boy // dnf

chapter eleven : home

dreams pov //

i huff as i slumped onto my couch, i had gotten out of the hospital about 8 days ago, and im feeling much better, though i hadn't seen george. ive been at home, mostly recovering, so today id decided id go to the bakery and visit him.

i pulled out my phone and checked the time, 2pm. i didnt even know if he worked this late, id always figured he had the morning shift.

i'll go anyways, if he's not there; i can still get my coffee that id become awfully fond of.

i lift myself off the couch and into my room, opening my closet. i grab a brown jumper with some random darker brown designs on it. i also grab a pair of baggy pants with way to many pockets to count, that i wouldnt be using for anything other than my phone and earbuds.

i playfully laugh at myself and my stupid pants. i pull the jumper over my black shirt i already had on, i then remove my sweatpants and pull the pants onto my legs instead. i head towards the bathroom to try and tame my hair. honestly, i dont even know why i attempt anymore. my dirty blonde curly hair was going to stay fluffy. i walk over to the full body mirror and look at myself, damn, i looked good.

i nod at myself and went to grab my keys and phone, then get in the car. i grab my phone and let spotify shuffle a random song for me, heatwaves.

i didnt mind, i loved this song, it felt strangely close to heart, i dont know why though. i shrug it off, it's probably just because its a simple yet amazing song with good lyrics anyway.

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i arrive to the bakery, i park my car and hop out, i made it there when i was in the middle of 'Unchained Melody' which kind of disappointed me i didnt get to finish the full song, i hated when that happened.

i lock my car and walk inside the bakery, taking my seat. i wave my eyes around the bakery, looking for george. i eventually lay my eyes on his majestical face as he's waiting a table.

i smile to myself as i stare at him, apparently im staring so much and lost in his ethereal features because i dont notice him staring back at me.

when i do notice though, i wink, obviously.

he playfully rolls his eyes as he walked to the back of the kitchen, i assume telling the chef the mans order that he just took.

soon enough, he came over to me with a notepad and pen in hand. i smile at him as he walks over to me, "the usual please."

he rolls his eyes playfully again, "im on my lunch break."

"even better." i laugh as he takes his seat across from me.

usually, we talk alot, he would prattle about everything, but today he was taciturn. it was odd. "are you okay?" i said, it felt like i had almost a clairvoyant way of knowing his feelings.

he just nodded at me, my eyebrows furrowed as i try to figure out what was really wrong. my eyes glance down to his hand resting on the table, i place my hand atop of his. "you can tell me whats wrong."

he makes eye contact with me, "i think my lunch break is over." he pulls his hand away from mine and gets up, faking an awkward smile as he walked off.

well i felt humbled, but also i felt bad, what was up with him?

i sigh, my appetite for my coffee was now lost from the quagmire situation.

i get up out of my seat and leave the bakery. i get into my car and began playing music, sad music, slow music.

i make my way to the store and head in, finding my way to the beer isle. i had to find out some way to drown the pain. i felt trepidation as i picked up a case of heavy beer cans, i hadnt drank in awhile, and last time i did, i was blackout drunk and had made love to a woman, nearly killing myself, atleast thats what sapnap had told me. it happened about a year ago and i still don't know if i should believe him to this day, he was probably black out drunk himself.

i shrug it off as i carry the cans over to the cashier, paying and leaving.

i slump back into my car as i make my way home, i decided to stop somewhere and pick up a pizza to-go, incase i got hungry i know i couldn't cook while drunk. hey, atleast i was actually thinking things out this time.

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i get home and drop my bags on the kitchen counter. i immediately notice my roomate, wilbur. i bite my lip, almost angrily. with him here, i wouldnt be able to drink my sorrows away. he was very worried about me and my mental state alot.

i pick my bags back up off the table and to my room, then go to the living room where wilbur was sat, i sit myself beside him, "hey dreamie poo." he cooes at me.

i playfully roll my eyes, "hi wilby poo.", and he rolls his eyes back.

my eyes look over at the show he was watching, it was pretty boring, i assume that's why he was on his phone instead of taking in the contents of the show. my eyes showed perfunctory, i had little interest in the show aswell.

i silently agree with his decision and pull out my own phone. i open my messages app, no new texts. i frown to myself, no text from george either. i felt lovelorn, like i wanted him, i needed him.

i watched tiktok for a little while, then glanced my eyes over to the window. the halcyon sunset was beaming through the window blinds. my eyes then carry over to wilbur, asleep. he had look somnolent when i sat beside him earlier, so it made sense that he was already asleep.

i smile, him asleep meant i could finally drink out my lovelorn sorrows.

i pick myself up off the couch and race to my room, digging in my bag for a can of beer, plucking the can tab in one swift movement before pushing the tab back down.

i then began chugging the beer,

one can,

then a second,

then a third,

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wow, i havent updated in awhile. sorry for the late update. anyway, cliff hanger ?!!!! i also haven't done georges pov in awhile, i think the chapter after next will be his pov. anyway, happy reading 🫂