touch//dreamnotfound

early start

George woke up to obnoxious repeating beeps coming from his nightstand. His phone read 7:43am as he threw it to the opposite side of his king-sized mattress. "Its to early for this" he groaned, stuffing his face into his pillow. He flipped over onto his back as the early sunlight clinged to his skin, peeking threw the shades. He stayed looking up at the ceiling, restless from the night of, manhunts, streams, late night laughs, his usual reasoning for staying up past five. A sudden dig was heard from his phone as he sat up, grabbing it eagerly.
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                        7:50am

Dreamon💚
wake uppp
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He groaned as he flopped back down to his soft pillow, wanting to go back to his slumber. Why was dream making him get up? He knew he was the cause of him staying up so awfully late, shouldn't he be letting his friend get some rest?
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                        7:51am

Dreamon💚
I SAW UR ICON DONT LEAVE
ME ON OPENED >:(

                                            Me
                    its to early, dream.
                What could you possibly what rn?

Dreamon💚
yayyy! Hi, wanna play on the smp?:p
We could build a treehouse:3?

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He stared at the messages popping up, pondering on ditching dream for sleep before deciding on sending a pleasant "ok:)" back.

George dragged himself out of his soft bed sheets, placing his feet on the cold wooden floor, in effect causing him to shiver at every step he took moving slowly to his closest.
His eyes gazed over his wardrobe as he made eye contact with a navy blue collarless shirt. He pulled that down from the clothing rack as he made his way to his dresser, scanning for a pair of presentable jeans. He made his choice on a pair of black, distressed jeans and began changing into his semi-put together outfit. As he stammered around his room, looking for his cell, he heard a familiar ringer going off from under his unmade bed.

"How the hell did it get down there?" He thought to himself puzzled as he got on his hands and knees, crawling under and out from his bed, answering his phone without looking.
He brought his phone to his ear, and was met with a loud voice.

"GEORGE!" Dream yelled from the other end, practically making it echo through georges head.

"Gosh, what is it now dream?" George replied with an eye-roll you could hear in his voice.

"Im waiting for you on the smp! Pwease come on!" dream pleaded with a childishly tone.

George eye twitched, cringing at his childish behavior, but also some what found his tone..questionly adorable?
"Cute." He mumbled back in a daze.

"Hm? Cute you say?" Dream smirked with a new tone. A promiscuous tone, for a fact.

"Oh shut up, gosh your so annoying" George defended, with flushed color lingering on his cheeks.

With that, dream replied with a soft giggle as George hung up the phone, tossing it back on his bed, heading his way over to his PC that sat across the room.