-Fanboy~- [Dreamnotfound]

Chapter 3 - Birthday Boy

TW: SLUR AND HOMOPHOBIA

I looked over at my clock, not an ounce of exhaustion in my body. It read 3 AM. I laughed, then turned back to my phone. I was lying on my stomach, a pillow under my arms and my legs kicking around in the air happily.

Now me and Dream were just randomly laughing about different things, sending each other memes and just weird things in general.

Dream:
OK OK, look at this

He sent some dumb picture of a cat.

Me:
LMAO WTF IS THATLUADHIUNAOULXNUICIDHDUABIUADNJ

Dream:
IKR AUDIXNAIUDASNISANSJZOKLXMNDKJNDALWLAKNSUILN

This continued until 7 in the morning, when I still was barely tired. There was a brief knock on the door before my mom, sister, and brother walked in, all smiling and ready to wake me up. We stared at each other for a few awkward seconds.

"George did you not sleep last night?!" My mother finally said something, she sounded more surprised than angry.

"Uhmm,," I set down my phone.

"Whatever. Go to sleep." She led my siblings out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Dream:
Georgeee??

Me:
I have to go. My mum found out I stayed up all night.

Dream:
Oh fuck yeah you're right
Sorry I kept you up

I set my phone down and let it charge, then turned to the wall and tried to sleep.
Tried. Unsuccessfully. I just can't stop thinking about him.

Dream. Dream. Dream. Dream. Dream. Dream.

I threw my head into my pillow, until the suffocating allowed me to sleep. At 11 my mom and siblings came into my room again.

This time they all climbed onto my bed and jumped around my legs. They took my pillow and started hitting me with it.

I sighed, then pulled my blanket from underneath them. They all fell off the bed, laughing.

I got up and walked out to get something to eat. There was a tub of frosting in the fridge so I just took it and sat at the table with a spoon, eating straight store bought vanilla frosting.

My dad and mom sat down in the chairs beside me, both looking really serious. My mom glanced at my dad, he nodded, looking down at his hands. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat before speaking.

"So, George," She paused. "Recently we've noticed that you've been staying up longer some nights, and on those nights we heard... voices in your room."

"Male. Male voices." My dad added.

"It was always the same voice, we're wondering of you're sneaking somebody in or always on call with him.." She stared down at her hands.

"I just watch his streams, he's funny and we're friends. Why are you so concerned?" I tried to hide how nervous I was.

"George, you're blushing." My dad pointed out.

I just felt how hot my face is. Fuck. "I'm not blushing! I'm angry that you guys are literally questioning me for having friends."

My dad stood up. "WHAT WE'RE TRYING TO SAY IS THAT WE'RE CONCERNED THAT YOU'RE A FUCKING F^G."

I stood up, too, my chair flying back. "NO. I'M TRYING TO MAKE FRIENDS, THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME GAY." I stormed to my room, the tub of frosting left on the table and my fuming dad watching me leave, his fist clenched.