space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get too Close - dnf

Shopping

George woke up to fur in his face, soft brown cat hair tickling his nose. He let out a tired groan, sitting up and letting Patches jump off the bed, mewing at him loudly.

"M' awake." He slurred, sliding out of bed and slipping on a sweater over his pajamas. He ran a hand through his messy hair. Once done with his lazy morning routine, he fumbled to take in his surroundings, still getting used to being in Dreams home. He creaked open the door to his room, being met with the smell of breakfast.

This woke him up more as he stepped out of his room, turning a corner to peer into Dreams kitchen. He was met with Dream, dressed in a thin t-shirt and sweatpants moving around the kitchen as if on auto pilot. He took in the sight of his best friend, feeling his face begin to burn. That happened yesterday too. What's wrong with me?

"Good morning." He suddenly spoke, making Dream whip around to face his best friend. "Oh, good morning George!" He chirped, giving the brunette a grin.

"How are you up so early?" George yawned, shuffling over to Dream who gave him a side hug, but didn't bother to move his arm off of George's shoulders. "It's like, 9 AM George."

"Yeah, that's early." Dream chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Maybe for you." He murmured, concentrating more on using one hand to move pancakes onto a plate. George hummed, bending down and slipping out of Dreams grasp, the blond yelling a quick 'hey!' Before moving back to his food.

George dug through Dreams cabinets before finally finding the cups, letting out a satisfied hum before scavenging through his fridge. After pouring a cup of apple juice he sat down, watching Dream.

"Didn't know you could cook." George chirped, making Dream turn to look at him. "Is making breakfast even considered cooking?" He said, handing George a plate with pancakes and bacon. "I don't see why it shouldn't be." The brunette hummed in response, Dream just chuckling.

George liked this. He hoped every morning could be like this, waking up with Dream and making breakfast. It felt so natural, so calm. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and resting his head against the palm of his hands. He was brought out of his trance though, opening his eyes to be met with Dream, staring right into his soul.

"W-what?" He stuttered, embarrassment radiating off of him. Dream only smiled, the smile he had given George the moment he landed. The brunette didn't know it himself, but He was the only one who got that smile. A small feature just for him that went under the radar.

"You have long eye lashes. They're really cute. I like the way they curl up."

The silence that ensued was almost choking the both of them.

They sat there, Dream moving his hand to throw it over his mouth. "I mean- oh my god. I'm- oh my god-" he was cut off by George, letting out a loud laugh. "What- what the hell Dream?" He let out, trying to calm himself and his pink cheeks. He felt like he was melting into his seat. Dream thought he was cute. Why is that such an overwhelming thought? "It's- it's okay, Dream. I don't mind when you.. compliment me."

This roughly translates to: I like it. Keep doing it.

"Just shut up and eat your breakfast you idiot." Dream groaned, distracting himself by tearing into a piece of bacon. "Okay." George murmured quietly, still trying to control the flush on his cheeks. What's going on?