George x Dream

The coffee shop...

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George's POV:
I wake up from a great nights sleep in my new home, taking my time to open my eyes I finally sit up to take a sip of my water. But I see clay passed out on my floor, it frightens me for a second. I try to remember what happened last night, was I drinking? Why is clay on my floor did something happen? I can't recall anything that happened except saying goodnight and falling asleep. But before I try to think any deeper why he could be in my room I admire his sleepy face. The way his mouth is wide open and how gentle his eyelashes look. I don't know if I'm being creepy or not but I don't care.

I smile while staring at him, it had to have been about 10 minutes before I actual took the sip of my water and got up. I started heading for my door but right as I pass Dream I pull his blanket over his body as it seems to have fell almost completely off him in his sleep. I walk out my door and go into the kitchen where I begin to make myself a cup of fresh hot coffee, but while the machine heats up I take a look out the window. A small pink cafe was right across our apartment building, I turn the coffee machine off because I decide to go there for my breakfast. But I can't go without dream, so I go back into my bedroom where I get my clothes for the day. I get changed in the bathroom in fear of dream waking up and seeing me, I stop into dreams room on the way to put my dirty clothes in the laundry. His room is still quite a mess, especially his bed now that his pillow and blanket is missing. I start tidying up without even realizing, and soon his room looks good as new. I turn around to leave the room when I see Dream in the door. He scared me and I flinched a little, his tall body towering over the doorway, it gave me some kind of feeling.

"Clay! Your up!" I say with a smile, trying to ignore how embarrassing the moment just was when I got scared. "Yea, good morning," he says with the same energy, scratching the back of his arm. "Wh-why were you in my room asleep?" I say in a playful way so he doesn't take it as if I'm mad, because frankly I wasn't mad at all, "Oh, yea sorry I um- I just wanted to make sure your first night was good- you know so I.. slept in there if you needed anything or- you know," Clay says with lots of stutters, he is normally the strong one, alpha male type of guy, he's confident and knows what he wants, so to see him stuffer so much is crazy to me, but he only does it in person- with me. "Oh okay, thank you! I slept like a baby- a piss baby-" I start cracking up at my own joke, Dream seems annoyed at first, that I called him by the nickname our fan base seem to gave him, but he then let's a chuckle out (I mean what can I say it was pretty funny). But Dreams chuckle brought me to another world, it's like the whole moment stopped just to hear his chuckle, but it was not really cute, or funny, it was- kinda.. hot. I didn't want to think of it, why did I literally just think dreams chuckle is hot what in the world is wrong with me? What gotten into me I-

Dreams POV:
I let out a tiny chuckle at George's joke and he seems to space out for a second, "Soo George, do you want me to make you some coffee? Or eggs or something?" I ask him, I would do anything for him- only because he's my best friend of course. Right? "Uhh- I was thinking we could go to the cafe across the street for breakfast!" George says with excitement on his face, oh he is just so adorable. "Sounds great!" I say, grabbing my wallet and heading straight out the door. "Not even going to change, or grab your phone just- head straight out the door haha, I like that about you clay," says George as he follows me down the stairs. I like it when he compliments me, it's like even if all my millions of subscribers complimented me, it wouldn't compare to George.

We cross the street and I open the door for George, I let in a big inhale through my nose, the cafe smells amazing. George's walks over to the counter with a little jump to his step, he was like a kindergartener, it made me smile. "One cup of coffee with cream and sugar, and a bagel please!" Says George, "I'll have the same," I say coming up from behind him. We get out food and find a nice little table in the corner of the store, I put our stuff on the table and sip my coffee. I take in the moment, just George and I having a nice breakfast after he just moved in with me, it's like all my dreams came true, it's like my username finally for once, applied to my life.