hey? [dnf texting book]

1234....5

[Day one] Me=George
---[Time:6:30pm, Oct. 3rd]

-Me-
Hey

R u up?

Dream?

Thats okay text me later

Read at 3:09 am oct. 4th
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Day two
Time:5:24pm oct.4th

-Me-
Did I do something wrong?

Or r u like sick? Or something?

Just call or text me

Please

Read at 7:30 Oct. 5th
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Day three
Time: 6:42pm Oct. 6th

-Me-
Can you please respond

I don't know what I did wrong
but please text back

Dream?

Read at 3:07am Oct. 7
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Day four
Time: 4:12pm oct. 8

10 missed calls from GEORGIE<33[Dreams pov]

-GEORGIE<33-
Dream?

Can u answer

Or at least text back?

-Me-
Hey
 
Can we text later I'm kinda
In the middle of something

-GEORGIE<33-
Yeah

That's fine j text me later

-Me-
Me

[Irl DreamPOV]

I toss my phone beside me, and roll over, my bed smelling of a mix of sickly sweet perfumes. The girl that lays next to me Hailey mores, the school famous cheerleader. I roll my eyes and she tries to cuddle up to me, her perfume almost making me gag.

I roll out of bed getting a headache from the smell, grabbing a cigarette and my lighter. I step outside onto the balcony, I take a long drag of the cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs and leaving through my nose.

It's been like this every night for the past five days. Five days after the party. Sleeping with almost any girl looking remotely close to George (Dream doesn't realize that yet shh).

Purposely ignoring every text I get from George, sure it makes me feel like an asshole, just this feeling that we're getting to close and I'm going to lose him if i don't give him his space lingers in my body. But the texts he's been sending every day seems like he doesn't need it.

Maybe Dream needs it? No. Dream knows that he needs George, and distancing himself from him makes his heart ache.