bakery boy // dnf

chapter sixteen: again?

nobodies pov//

Dream looked at his outfit in the mirror, and as usual, he look great. It was simple, but he looked good in mostly everything.

It was the day after the fair date he had went on with George, well, Dream felt it was a date, maybe George thought differently.

Anyway, after Dream dropped off George, he texted him and asked if George would be working today, which he responded to with a yes. So now, Dream was getting ready to go to the bakery, he was rather hungry anyway.

As the blonde walked through the hallway down to the stairs, he peeked in Wilbur's room to see if he was awake or asleep, and he was asleep.

He continued walking to the front door, then headed out to his car. Whenever he was on his way to see George, he always felt so energetic and happy. God, he was so in love.

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Dream slammed his car door shut behind him before locking the car. He patted his hands over his pockets to make sure he had his phone and wallet, after making sure, he walked inside the bakery. Immediately, his eyes glanced around at a quick pace trying to find the pretty brunette boy.

After much inspection, he didn't lay eyes on the boy.

Suppose he went to the bathroom? Dream thought to himself as he sighed.

"Sir, may I help you find a table?" A very young looking lady said from beside Dream as she batted her lashes at him. Dream tried not to scrunch his face in disgust at the 41 pounds of makeup that looked like it had been on there for weeks.

"N-no but uhm," Dream began before taking closer looks at her facial features, it cant be her, no way. Please god no. He thought to himself, but after further inspection, he concluded that it was in-fact Callie.

He looked down to see if she had an waitress apron, and she didn't. How the hell did she know I was coming here?! He thought to himself as she placed a finger on his chest.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Dream shouted, dragging attention towards the two.

Immediately, Callie dropped to the floor over dramatically to paint herself as the victim.

Dream felt all of the eyes of everybody in the bakery on him, practically piercing through him. His hands started to sweat as he took one last look around the bakery to find George before running out of the place. He raced to his car and jumped in before locking the door.

The blonde brought his eyes to look back at the bakery that was just barely in view as he saw Callie shouting to someone on the phone whilst leaning against a wall. He quickly pulled off and brought himself back home.

When he arrived home, he dashed through the door, passed by Wilbur very quickly, and ran into his own room. In one swift motion, he locked the door before leaning his back against the door and sliding onto the floor.

He sat for a moment, still trying to process the whole Callie thing and how the hell she knew where he was going to be, when he was going to be there, and why she even wanted him? Dream knew he was attractive, but really that attractive?

After thinking for a bit about it, the blonde grabbed his phone from his pant pocket and searched for George's contact, after finding it, he calls him right away.

Dream put the phone up to his ear as it rang a few times. And to his disappointment, no answer. Now, now he was worried. If George wasn't at work, he would answer at this time. He took a moment to think about how he should handle this, he eventually decided on going to his house and seeing if he was there.

The boy hopped up from his spot and one again rushed out the house, dashing past a confused Wilbur. Before sitting in his car, he once again patted his pockets, making sure he had his belongings. He forgot his keys. Dream sighed as he turned back towards the door, this time he was to tired to run so he tried walking past Wilbur the quickest he could to prevent any questioning.

"Uhm, earth to Dream?" Wilbur spoke from the living room right as Dream had placed his hand on the stair railing. "That's me,"

"You've rushed past me like twelve times without saying a word." Wilbur said, over exaggerating the amount of times as Dream turned to face him.

"I- uhm," he tried thinking of what to say. "Yeah."

"Yeah? What does that mean?" Wilbur scoffed.

"I can't explain now." Dream said before dashing to his room and picking up his keys off the floor that he must have dropped out of his pocket when he slid against the door.

He jogged back down the stairs and right past Wilbur once again.

He opened his car door and immediately began his short ride to George's house. Fortunately, he had the addressed memorized, and he was very familiar with the neighborhoods in this area.

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Dream put his car in park and stepped out at the fairly run down house. He ran up the sidewalk and he was now positioned infront of the door. Now he was nervous to actually knock. What if George got mad that he was here?

Dream brought his hand up and lightly knocked, after seconds of waiting, no reply. He knocked again, but a bit harder this time, and seconds later he heard the door unlocking.

As the door finally opened enough to see a person, he realized it wasn't George.

"Hello?" The man spoke, as the door slid open a bit more so he could rest on the doorframe.

"Hi uhm yeah, is George here?" Dream questioned and the man's face went pale.

Dream took a moment to take in the features of the man whilst the man was silent.

He looks... familiar.. Dream thought as he examined his facial features, he then realized who it was.

It was the man that was being rough with George on multiple occasions.

"Uhm yeah no I don't know where George is." The man began shutting the door but Dream blocked it from shutting with his foot, "I think you do know."

"I don't even know a George, I assure you."

Dream was furious, he knows this is the right address. Dream stuck his hand in the gap of the door and pulled it further open.

"Tell me where he is." Dream demanded, which seemed to piss the man off.

"Listen you dick, George is off limits. And you are to stay away from him, got it?" He said, getting closer in Dreams face.

Dream simply scoffed as he further leaned into the man's face to assert dominance, "Where. Is. George."

"Nowhere of your concern, Dream."

Dream stepped back in confusion, "How do you know my name?"

"George has mentioned you once or twice."

"What has he said about me?"

"He just calls you a regular at the bakery, and that's all you are to him."

That's all he was? A regular? Just some man that came to the bakery every day just to see George? Dream felt hurt.

"I'm going to get to him if it's the last thing I do." Dream assured as he turned his back to walk away, seconds later he heard the door slam from behind him.

He sat in the drivers seat of his car and pounded his head on the headrest a few times before slamming his hands on the steering wheel in anger. Why does this man want me away from George so badly?

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sorry for the short chapters, but this book is almost over 😻😻🫶🫶,, also im at nearly 350 reads omg?? also I realized I've been calling dreams place an apartment and a house, I guess it's only a house now, idk?? but i don't think it matters that much, just use ur imagination 😽😊