Roommates [dreamnotfound / gream]

2 ; unpacking with 2 idiots takes 4 hours

Helloooo the two people who are reading this!!

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George had never slept more comfortably, underneath a thick pile of blankets and laying on a mattress that didn't feel like rocks. He thought he could sleep for another few hours, but his friends weren't having it.

Sapnap was the first in the room, not even knocking as he walked in. George groaned at his loud voice and pulled the covers over his head. He was singing something, but it was horribly off key and sounded like jibberish.

"What's happening?" Dream asked from the doorway, barely able to open his eyes.

"Why do you both sleep for so damn long?" Sapnap said, exasperated. "It's noon! Let's go already!"

"Go where?" Dream asked.

"Out! I've been stuck in this stupid house for two days," He pulled the covers off of George, who shielded his eyes from the skylight and made an annoyed noise.

"George hasn't even unpacked," Dream said. "Plus he's tired. We can go out tomorrow. You live here, you got all the time in the world."

Sapnap shook George's shoulder and then stepped back. "Get up, I'm bored."

"Go hang out with Dream," George rolled over.

"Dream is boring!" Sapnap retorted. "Get up in the next ten minutes or I'm gonna dump water on your head."

He sat up immediately, glaring at him. "You will not."

"Wait ten minutes and find out," Sap laughed almost maniacally, and left the room.

Dream rubbed his eyes, still leaning against the doorframe. "I'll lock your door."

George watchdd as he reached around and locked it, from the inside. "Twist it to the left to unlock."

He closed the door as he left, probably off to find Sapnap and 'bore' him some more. George rolled his eyes, wondering if there was anything boring about Dream. Probably not, from what he could see.

George woke up again, not remembering when he had fallen asleep. He glanced at his phone clock, and sighed. It was ten before two, and he had to unpack everything.

He left his room, knocking softly on Dream's door. No one answered, so he knocked on Sapnap's next. George sighed as no one answered, and made his way downstairs slowly.

It was weird being in the house, knowing it was Dream's. Sapnap must've felt the same, although he seemed pretty comfortable already. George didn't want to overstep his bounds (which didn't seem possible with those two as his friends) and create and awkward living space. He felt like everytime he came to someone's house, though. Felt like he was going to do something wrong.

"Morning, Gogy," Sapnap said in an awful impression of a british accent.

George smiled, the anxious feeling in his chest disappearing as he sat at the bar. Dream was standing in front of the microwave, pressing random buttons until it started working.

"Do you want some?" He asked, pointing to the microwave.

"What is it...?"

"Uhhhh....." Dream looked through the window on the microwave. "Soup?"

"Why do you sound uncertain?" George narrowed his eyes.

"Because it's chunky," Sapnap laughed, leaning against the counter behind Dream.

"It's not that old," He shook his head. "I'll show you."

The mictowave beeped, and Dream removed his.... soup. He lifted it to his nose and smelled it. He almost gagged, but hid it well. "It's great."