Meetup // DNF

8 - Be my valentine :)

(George's pov)

Me, Dream, and Quackity were on a call while playing on the Dsmp.

I was streaming and me and the gang were talking, when a donation came up.

I read it out loud, "Has your valentine been taken by Dream?" The donation asked.

"Dream?" I call out.

He stays silent for a minute.

"I don't know." He responds.

"Well I don't know either." I reply.

"You can be my valentine if you want, George." That caught me off guard, but I should have expected this, cause it's Dream.

"No, I don't think so." I answer jokingly.

Suddenly, me and Quackity hear bottles clanging against each other and then getting dropped.

"What the hell?" Quackity questioned.

I quietly laughed at the reaction Dream had.

"What the hell happened? What was that?" Quackity asked once again, but sounding tired.

I laugh loudly this time, wondering the same thing as Quackity.

"Wait, Dream." I say while I continued to laugh. I look at the discord screen to see he muted his mic. "He muted his mic." I said and laughed a little louder.

After a while, Dream unmuted his mic.

"ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACES!" He yelled. This time, Quackity bursted out laughing.

"Dreeeaam." I call out, internally rolling my eyes at his over-reaction.

After a bit, we calm down. I start talking once again, Dream still not saying anything.

"Can I say that Quackity's in the next manhunt-" I ask, but then got cut off by Dream.

"You know what, George? I don't need you, okay? I don't- I don't actually need you, okay? You know I don't, right?" Dream lashed out.

"What-?" I ask, on the verge laughing.

"Yeah, I don't need you, right? Like I'm- I'm- I don't actually. Yeah, I'm fine, perfectly. Everything's alright. You know, like it's perfectly fine."

"You can hear him mopping the goddamn- like the ground." Quackity said. I laugh.

"Wait- what- what, why do you have so many bottles?" I ask.

"They're glass water bottles." Dream replied.

"Glass water- Dream gets glass water bottles, okay." I chuckle.

"It's called being eco-friendly, George. Try it." Dream sarcastically remarked.

"Yeah, what'd you do with the bottles when you're done with them? You smash them?" I ask, verbally gesturing to the sounds of bottles crashing on the ground 10 minutes ago.

"I put them in my fridge and refill them." Dream answered.

After a bit of silence, me and Quackity hear Dream calling his mother.

"No, mom. No, he broke up with me." Dream said, talking to his mother.

I quietly laughed and so did Quackity.

"What?" Quackity asked while laughing still.

"No he said- yeah, he said it was over. He said- no. No, it'll be okay." Dream continued.

"What's going on?" Quackity asked while laughing.

"Sorry, I just had a business meeting." Dream innocently said, as if he wasn't just ranting to his mother. "I'm back." He said, clarifying that he is in fact back.