Roommates [dreamnotfound / gream]

1 ; airplanes mean certain death... right?

hello lmao pogchamp welcome to me oversimplifying the green card process

the writing in the first chapter is atrocious please bear with me

to anyone new, ill put this here

dream or george or sapnap ever read this i think I'd not care tbh. if i can make them laugh then thats cool? the point of the story is to entertain, and that's what it would be doing :)

12/29/21 - hi!!! i'm rewriting this.

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The plan was simple. George was going to get his citizenship greencard approved and move in with his two bestfriends. In America.

To say he was nervous was a large understatement, George was thinking about it constantly. He never had a problem with overthinking, but this was different. He knew that when he did get to Florida, and his card was approved, he would have solved the problem and there would be nothing to worry about.

Dream, who was hosting him and Sapnap, had somehow convined George to go ahead and start sending his stuff over. It wasn't exactly logical, but he had a hard time arguing his point when Dream sounded so excited.

George spun in his chair, eyes closed, wearing headphones. He was sitting in his empty room, apart from his laptop, desk and bed. He missed his PC, playing minecraft on his shitty laptop was torture.

He was moving out of his parents house in a few days, and living with a guy who he'd never even seen before. George wasn't exactly sad to be moving away from his parents, their relationship wasn't anything to envy. It wasn't horrible, though.

A day before he boarded the airplane, he called Dream and Sapnap. Something was nagging him, and he had to talk to his friends.

"Hello?" Dream answered the phone, his voice was low and he sounded tired.

"Hey," George said.

"What's up!" Sapnap yelled from Dream's end.

He had arrived last night, and spam texted George about how big Dream's house was. Of course, anything seemed large compared to the basement he lived in. The same could go for George's room.

"Did you just wake up?" He asked, feeling only a small amount of guilt.

"Yeah," Dream yawned. "Nick has been awake for a while, I think."

"Where are you?" He laughed.

"On the couch," Dream said, pulling himself onto his feet. "Well, not anymore. What's up?"

"I called.... because I'm getting nervous," George said, tapping his fingers on his desk.

"What about?" Dream set his phone on the kitchen counter on speaker mode.

"He's getting cold feet," Sapnap sneered.

"No, shut up," George said, rolling his eyes. "I hate airplanes."

"What are we, your emotional-support friends?" Dream chuckled, pulling a glass down from the cabinet.

George ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe. I don't know."

"You'll be fine," Sapnap interjected. "Airplanes are the shit. They give you free food and then you just sleep."

"Easy for you to say," George grumbled. "Your flight was only two hours. Mine is 12."

"If you die, we'll sue the airline," Dream added unhelpfully.

"More like when I die."

"Stop siking yourself out," Sapnap sounded a lot closer to the phone. "Airplanes are like, super safe. The chances of an airplane crash is super low."