There is Beauty in Chaos [ dnf ]

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 George rolls over so now he was facing the ceiling. But when he looked all he saw were wooden bed slats. 

What the hell? 

George turns over and sees bed sheets and pillows all around him in a circle while there was a black leather jacket on top of him. 

Ugh I must have made it in my sleep. 

The brunette crawls over to the edge of the bed and then wiggles his way out from under the bed. 

After dusting himself off, George makes his way for the door.  

If I remember correctly, the kitchen should be this way. 

Slowly walking up the stairs, George makes it to the second floor. There was noise coming from the room next to him so he walks in. 

George finds himself in the big white kitchen he was looking for, but in the kitchen was a familiar blonde haired man. He turns arounds when he hears the other walk in. 

"Didn't thing you'd wake up this early", Dream says as he brought his attention back to what he was doing. 

"It's kinda hard to sleep somewhere you aren't used to...anymore" 

George then walks over to the kitchen island and takes a seat on one of the stools. 

"What are you doing?", George asks as he saw Dream pour something from the blender into a cup. 

"Nothing, just made my protein drink", the blond then picks up the cup and places it on the kitchen island. George watched as Dream opened little packs to pour them into the drink. 

"You want something to eat?", Dream asks before taking a sip. 

"Well..what do you have?" 

"I can make you some pancakes if you want" 

"If it's not a bother" 

Once he set his cup down, Dream walks over to a cabinet to take out the pancake mix. 

While the blond was making the batter George looks at the drink that was across of him. 

"Why do you drink that?", he asks. 

"I always drink one before my morning runs" 

"Morning runs? Where do you even run", George chuckles. 

"Just in the grove that's around here" 

George hums as he rested his chin on his hand. 

"Are your parents home?", he asks. 

"My dad is trying to take care of something with his friends at the moment and my mom.." 

George raises a brow as he heard Dream hesitate. 

"She..passed a few years ago" 

"W-What!", the brunette says. Slightly raising his voice. 

"When...Why?" 

"I was 16...She was.." 

George quickly stand up and rushes over to the blond. 

"Hey it's okay you don't have to tell me. I shouldn't have asked sorry", George says softly as he placed a gentle hand Dream's shoulder. 

There was the word again. 

Sorry.  

It was practically taunting him at this point.