My Masterpiece ~DNF~

5

(George's POV)

It's finally Friday the start of the movie marathon. We all decided that were going to watch Harry Potter. It's now 2:30 and I'm feeling like shit.

I mean this whole week I have been feeling like shit. The only happy thing that happened was Jake getting kicked out of the dorms, Karl thanked me over and over for talking to my mom about it saying he knew she'd do something about it.

But other than that I have been lazing around doing absolutely nothing. I haven't had any time since I moved into Dream's dorm. Everybody has been so happy that I forgot I needed time for myself. I sit down on the couch in the living room and play on my phone for a few minutes until Dream joins me. I look up from my phone to give him a quick smile before looking back at the Instagram reel I was watching.

Me and Dream just relaxed on the couch, my feet on his lap. I have been so unmotivated to do anything except lay around. Dream tapped my leg and I looked up from my phone to look at him. "Karl and Sapnap bailed on us." He showed me the messages Sapnap texted Dream saying he and Karl had some family things to do.

"Those idiots." I shake my head and take my feet off of Dream. "I guess me and you will just have to have the movie marathon without them." I shrugged and grabbed my drink from the table. "I guess so, George." Dream sighed and went back to looking at his phone. I decided I wanted to be a little sneaky so I walked over to see what Dream was looking at. It was a guy in swimming trunks who looked like he was in the Bahamas, I saw that Dream liked his post and I let out an angry huff.

Dream looked back at me and smirked. "Aww, is Georgie jealous?" He wiggles his phone in my direction and my cheeks burn red. "N-no." I stutter which makes him chuckle. "There's nothing to be jealous of George, I would choose you over anybody." He gets up from the couch and pins me with his eyes.

Oh. My. Hell. I wanted to faint right there. The words that just came out of his mouth made butterflies swarm in my stomach.

He walks up to me and puts a devious smile on his face. My face burns like fire, and my palms go sweaty. He backs me up into a wall and grabs my waist, I gasp.

Before anything more could happen someone knocks on the door, I quickly run out of his grip and open the door. My mom is standing there with a weird expression. "George, are you sick?" She walks up to me and presses her hand to my forehead and cheek. "No, Mom I'm fine." I push her hands away and take a few steps back. Dream laughs quietly to himself

'That idiot' I say in my head before I look over and glare at him. "What do you need, mom?" I ask her in a sassy way. "I was just wondering if you want to come home for a few days after your little movie marathon. Your brother and sister miss you so much, George. They want you to take them to the park, and they just want to be with you hun." She gives me a slight smile.

"Of course, Mom, I will come home on Sunday and spend some time with the twins." I give her a small hug. "Thank you, George." She pulls away from the hug. "They miss their big brother taking care of them." Tears start to well in my eyes.

Ever since my dad died my mom has been on her own for 3 years. I was usually the one to help out with the twins and took care of them after school. And now that I'm gone it's so much harder for her.

"I know they do, I'm just so busy mom, I wish I could be home more, I do." I kiss her temple. We say goodbye and she heads back down to her office. I close my eyes and sigh. I hear small steps come towards me, I open my eyes and see Dream looking at me with a smile. "Come here, George." He gives me a big hug and I just melt into his arms.

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It was now time for our movie marathon. It's 9:30, and Dream just made the best buttery popcorn ever. I had bought the candy a few days prior so we had Sour Patch Kids, chocolate bars, skittles, and a few bottles of Dr. Pepper.

I grabbed a few bowls to put the candy in and filled them. Dream searched for the first Harry Potter and got it set up.

(3rd person POV)

After George filled the small bowls with the candy he set them on the small table in from of the TV and sat down by Dream. There were already blankets and pillows on the couch so they were set to start watching Harry Potter. "Ready?" Dream held his finger over the play button on the TV waiting for George to get comfortable. 

"Yeah," George said and grabbed the bowl of skittles. Dream clicked play and they started their marathon.

After watching the first and second movies George began to get tired. Dream could see that George was trying to get comfortable to sleep. "Hey, George, come over here." Dream spoke in a whisper. The tired boy looked over at Dream and rolled over to Dream's side.

Dream covered George with his blanket and let George get comfortable in his arms. George was so tired that he had just done anything Dream said without thinking. And that means cuddling with your best friend because you're half asleep and can't think straight.

As George was falling asleep Dream whispered in his ear. "Goodnight, pretty boy." Dream put his arm protectively around George's waist and slowly drifted to sleep along with George.

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George woke up with the sunshine in his eyes. He tried to get up from the couch but felt a strong arm pull him back. That's when all the memories from last night fled into his mind. 'Dream wanted me to cuddle with him' George's eyes widened. "Dream, let go." I tried to get his arm off but he kept pulling me back even tighter.

"Never." Dream spoke in his sleepy voice which made George get butterflies. "Come on, Dream, I have to get up." He tapped his arm. "Mmm no you don't." George flipped over now facing Dream, seeing his freckles spread all over his face, and his small smirk when he caught George looking at him. George just blushed and snuggled into Dream's chest.

"I see you." Dream chuckled. George just raises his hand and flicks Dream in the forehead. They lay like that for a good 20 minutes before getting ready for the day. George started cleaning up the living room while Dream showered.

All George could think about was how Dream always called him a pretty boy, it always made his stomach do somersaults. After this morning everything would be different between Dream and George, and they were more than ok with that.

Helloooo!!! I decided to try and write in 3rd person and it was fun! Let me know If I should keep writing in 3rd person or just stick to 1st person!!

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