tea - dreamnotfound

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a bright light shines upon my face, making me flinch and roll over in my bed. i notice that the sun has found its way into my room through a small gap in the blinds.

i sigh and reach for my phone on the bedside table behind me. the only message i've received is from sapnap telling me good morning. i smile a little. he's such a sweetheart and most of all one of my very best friends, bless his soul.

i shoot him a good morning back and realize afterwards that it's 2 pm. i usually wake up late but i must have been exhausted last night. not a surprise, since i really didn't eat anything yesterday. i had my daily dose of tea of course, but apart from that i stuck to fasting. not that it was planned, really i was just preoccupied with more important stuff. how lucky.

i decide to stay in bed for the time being. i have nothing planned, no chores to do, no editing, programming or streaming. so what's the purpose of getting out of bed?

just as i finish my thoughts dream calls me on discord. my heart jumps and suddenly i don't feel tired anymore. i try to clear my throat as best i can before picking up as to not sound like a complete slug in front of dream.

"hey dream."
"morning george, how's things?" he asks, yawning.
"you seem sleepy," i giggle, only realizing later that i sound stupid.
"i just woke up man, give me a break."

i decide not to tell him about the fact that i'm still in bed.

"sorry," i mumble, "why did you call?"
"am i not allowed to call my best buddy george, my dearest friend george, my sweetest little george, spontaneously and tell him good morning? is that it?"

i can feel myself blushing after that sentence. i love it when he calls me these cute things, even though i know it's only a friendly joke. the feeling is all too familiar. i'm falling for my best friend whom i haven't even seen a picture of.

"o-of course you can."

dream laughs at my awkward answer, as per usual.

"nah, but for real, i was mostly calling to discuss my trip to england. it's coming up real soon."
"oh yeah, only a couple more days now," i say as my heart starts beating even faster.

"you're fine with me staying at your place right? i thought that'd be more convenient so i didn't book a hotel room."
"of course that's fine! i-i'm just not the best chef so expect a lot of takeout."
"i don't mind. i can always cook something for us otherwise," he rambles, the excitement in his voice growing.

this is what i was dreading. as soon as dream steps foot in my apartment he'll notice that something's off with me. what do i say when he's cooked me a delicious dinner that i'm not actually allowed to eat? how many excuses can one possibly come up with without seeming suspicious?

the fact that he's staying here isn't helping either, i could've just lied if we hung out for a couple of hours each day. obviously i'm over the moon because he's coming here, i mean, it's dream, he's not just anyone to me. i've been longing for this day ever since we became close, and even more so since i started catching feelings for him. but something feels strange now, like the happy expectations are being taken over by worry.

i look like a rat. i pretty much am a rat at this point, walking around nibbling on everything from my cuticles to a random block of cheese in the fridge. knowing dream he's probably ridiculously attractive. i'll totally embarrass my rat looking self in his presence. i'll more than likely say stupid shit too because i get so nervous having him around.

it's all doomed to fail. i'd almost forgotten about his trip over here because the negatives just started outweighing the positives, eventually making the whole ordeal completely neutral in my mind. something i stored away in the back of my head so i wouldn't have to go around worrying. now that it's been brought up again though, i won't be able to stop thinking about it.

"george?"

his voice snaps me back to reality.

"sorry, i just got lost in my thoughts."
"aww, were you thinking about meee?" dream taunts, clearly trying to mask his amusement.
"to be honest, i was not," i respond, surprisingly collected, "sorry to disappoint you."
"whatever."

i can practically hear his pout through my phone. it's making me grin.

"i better go eat some breakfast," he declares after a moment of silence.
"what's on the menu?"
"just cereal, i keep it basic."
"well i hope you'll enjoy it."

"don't forget now georgie, only a few days left."
"i can't wait," i comment, honestly.
"me neither," he agrees.

then we hang up.