Empty Texts ± [Dreamnotfound™]

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A/N: thought I would mention wattpad says I write like an old person because it's writing style 5- traditional literature.

I watch the clock, it's the most interesting thing I can do at this rate, until the stream. I don't know why I'm panicking so much, I mean.. all should go well right? I snap back to reality as I realize the streams in a few minutes. Just as I realize that, Dream calls me. I sit there, listening to the ringtone until the last second. I smile when I hear Dreams voice, "Hey George~" I laugh, like an idiot- "Heyyyy Dream," all Dream tells me to do is get on Team Speak. Taking a deep breath, I connect.

"Hi." I say it so stupidly nervous- "Hi George," I hear every one else greet me. The stream starts in,

10. I'm sweating and blushing.                                                                                                                9. I'm panicking.                                                                                                                                            8. I'm almost hyperventilating, until I realize I've been counting slowly and the streams started and I look like an idiot. Everything goes well, at first, I manage to giggle at Dream's jokes, and laugh when necessary. But I know I'm just nervous for when Bad points out I'm laughing a little too loud, or Dream says "Say you love me!" or "Oh wow George didn't realize you liked me like that," I'm always a nervous mess anyways so I shouldn't be too suspicious- 

"Hey George!" Dream screams into his microphone, I knock over my water onto my legs and yell at Dream without thinking; "Dream! You made me wet my pants!" I instantly realize my mistake, "No wait- not like that! I just spilled water-" 

"Wow George, didn't realize you liked me like that," the chat is having a ball and I'm trying not to say anything- "But I do like you like that." Oh. Dream wheezes, he didn't expect my answer and fortunately, takes it as a joke. "Wow George," he wheezes. The chats still hung up about it like a late night out with friends- "OMG Dreamnotfound anyone???" "YES LMAOO!!1!11!" I breath deeply, but it all gets to my head and I can't hear anything but the blood rushing through my ears. "George just admitted his loveeeee!!" "Dream don't you love him back lmao" my stomach fills with dread as I find myself replying to Dreams "creative" new flirt, "Oh George, I always knew you had a thing for me, huh?"

George, all you have to do is be flustered and laugh- "Only recently, Dream."

Dream wheezes again, he's a tea kettle, but the chat takes this as a sign again. I need to stop! I'm going to ruin our friendship, I let out a soft sigh until the lord and savior BadBoyHalo mentions that, "You know Dream, I don't think George is joking," 

The chat takes this seriously, Dream laughs, I giggle and Bad says it again. Then Dream goes; "Ask George." He becomes a tea kettle then turns to me to ask, "Hey Georgeee~~~ were you actually being serious when you said you loved me?~ Like that way-" he laughs and I stay silent, the chat is having a seizure and I decided that: enough was enough.

"Hey, Dream?" 

A/N: Hah, cliffhanger. This chapter was supposed to be around 1,200 words, but I decided to make it two smaller chapters to torture, my very small reader-base.

I'm evil.