Cupid (DNF + Karlnap)

Chapter 41: Cake

"Like George’s 🍑" -Ezra, who still hasn't got a smut chapter for this book.
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Dream POV.

‘Fuck this tastes so good.’ I groaned to myself, feeling annoyed at how tasty the meal was that Sapnap and Karl had prepared. I honestly was expecting it to be disgusting, or mediocre at the very least, worthy of being criticised by myself as I ate. This was impossible, tasting as though they had sprinkled some cocaine into it, but knowing them they hadn’t.

I finished off my slice of cake and despite having eaten two or three pounds of food I was still willing to eat more. There wasn’t much cake left though, and I wanted to maintain the idea that I was only baring it, so I resisted.

Although I was not willing to make any comments praising their cooking, both George and Techno were happily complimenting them. “This is so good, possibly the best mac’n’cheese, chocolate cake, and salad ever!” George grinned, continuing to annoy me.
“I didn’t know that you’ve eaten a salad before.” Techno took a moment to point out.

George glared towards him before the pink haired man continued. “But this is amazing, both of you, we really could use the recipe sometime.”
“That is sweet of both of you.” Karl gave a polite smile, bowing his head in a sign of thanks. My lips pressed into a line, noting the way the brunette glanced towards me.

He sat in silence for a moment, we all did, those of us who had finished our food sat just staring down, and those of us who hadn’t cleared their plates. When we were all finished Karl stood up, beginning to clean up the plates. “There are two slices of cake left.” He noted, eyes focused on the centre of the table.

“What are we going to do with it?” He hummed thoughtfully, although it seemed that he already knew what he was wanting. “George, Dream, how about you have one each?” I glanced over at Sapnap and Techno, expecting one of them to fight the offer and ask for the cake themselves, but they both accepted it wordlessly, shuffling quietly upstairs.

Shortly after they left Karl did the same, leaving me sitting alone at the table with George. The brunette was watching me and I looked back towards him. “You gonna offer me a slice of cake?” George cocked a brow as he asked the question.

“A please would be nice.” I responded, but I did as he said and gave a serving. The brunette just nodded and gave me a quiet and polite 'thank-you' as I handed him over a plate. It was a small improvement and it did admittedly make me happy, something that I showed with a wider smile on my face.

“So… um… what did you think of dinner?” George asked, making conversation as he began eating at the slice of cake in front of him.
“It was fine.” I shrugged as I cut through the cake’s icing with my dessert fork. “Not really my thing. Never really liked mac’n’cheese.”

“And now I know you are lying.” He chuckled, and I blushed at the way he looked at me. “You love mac’n’cheese, or at the very least you used to.”
“No clue what you’re talking about.” I feigned innocence.
“What about all those calls when we were younger and you’d make microwave mac’n’cheese?”

“That doesn’t count. Microwave mac’n’cheese is better than this stuff, since I made it with love.” After saying that he let out a giggle, a sweet sound which warmed the room and my world lit up when I heard it.
“I’m pretty sure Karl made his food with love too.” George pointed out.

I didn’t respond, lowering my gaze back to the cake. That was something that I had noted earlier, either the food was baked with love or some form of cocaine. It felt dumb that I was disheartened by this, by the fact that their meal was delicious. It was so selfish of me.

“But I’m sure your love is quite different.” He continued, bringing my gaze back towards him. “If you ever get bored of cooking in an oven then I might want to try your microwave mac’n’cheese.” From under the table I could feel his leg brushing against mine. It made me blush and tense up, but I didn’t say anything.

I figured I was overthinking it, despite the way that George and I had been acting and holding each other this morning while cuddling in my bed. He wasn’t paying any attention to what he was doing though, continuing to eat his cake, making me think that he didn't care. As I continued to sit I tried to find a distraction.

“So… you still are in love with Karl?” I questioned, refusing to make eye contact with the brunette sitting opposite me. His legs slipped away from mine and I noted from the corner of his eye as he paused all of his movements. “You told me that you weren’t sure this morning.” I added on to remind him, hoping his own words would draw him away.

“Yes.” He was quick to answer, giving a firm nod and I was convinced to look towards him and see his firm stone-like expression. “I… I do.” I could hear the way that George’s voice shook with uncertainty. It was clear that he still didn’t know if he loved Karl, something which I wanted to point out however I didn’t.

“Why were you asking?” George asked, and I simply didn’t answer the question. The reason that I was asking it was obviously because I wanted to know if he was interested in me in response. I loved him and wanted to know if he was able to love me, and it seemed as though he still wasn’t.

I finished off the cake and took my plate over to the sink. George followed after me and neither of us said anything, and George was kind enough to not continue to push me about why I was asking if he was in love with Karl. ‘The cake was admittedly delicious’ I thought to distract myself as I scraped my plate.

Everybody seemed to have retreated to their rooms for the night, and so before I headed upstairs I went through the usual nightly process of locking the doors, pulling the curtains shut, and turning off the lights. George helped out, a small beautiful smile on his face as he did, almost as if he was in thought.

“You gonna head to bed?” The brunette asked me while walking up the stairs. “It is still early.”
“Probably not.” I responded. “Maybe I’ll watch a movie or something.”
“Could I come to your room and watch too?” He asked.

My eyes widened as he said that, once again completely overthinking the offer. “Sure. I’m sure I can find something you’ll like to watch.”
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