Roommates [dreamnotfound / gream]

9 ; Dream's lungs are done for

holy shit 1k reads???? tysm???????

what?? not good??? couldnt be my writing

guys i didn't want to have to say this but if you read this there us a small chance you assume People's sexualities :( please,,, dont,,,, this is fictional and they are both straight (unless one of them later says otherwise) ty ♡

alright remember to kith the homies

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There was coffee on George's nightstand when he woke up. He suspected Sapnap and Dream wohld be hitting him with pillows or pulling the covers onto the floor and yelling to get him up. He stared at the ceiling, not thinking of anything, his mind was blank.

And then he realized he wasn't in his room. He sat up quickly, Patches jumping off the bed as he did so. He was in Dream's room, sleeping on his bed, and Dream was nowhere to be seen. 

George ignored the blush on his face, grabbed the cup and stared into the dark color. He didn't care much for coffee that morning, and carried it carefully in his hands to the door.

When he opened it, he almost dropped the cup in surprise. He should've known Sapnap would still scare him.... even if it was just by standing in front of his door.

"Morning," He smiled.

"Coffee with no cream," George said. "Why?"

"I didn't make it," Sapnap shrugged. "Are you hungry? I only have salt and hotdogs."

"Not really," He handed the cup over. "Have fun with that, though."

Sapnap rolled his eyes and took the coffee downstairs with him. It was earlier than normal for any of them to wake up, it was still a bit dark outside. George checked his phone- and was right. It was 6:45 AM.

George looked down the stairs, and then turned around, back to his room. He hadn't seen Cat since the night before, and was beginning to worry. Not that anything bad could've happened to him in the house, but he wondered how he was getting along with Patches now.

And like his thoughts always did, they drifted towards his friends, and his career, and what the next few days would hold for him. He was usually wrong. He predicted an easy week.

After sleeping for another thirty minutes, or at least trying to, laying under layers of covers seemed unenticing, too hot, and heavy. He didn't mind when something heavy on on him- he used to own a weighted blanket, except now it was more of a mental weight.

He could be doing something, or at least be out of bed and be seen. Dream had always stressed to him that if he wanted to, taking a day to stay in his room and lounge was okay, and even good for his mental health. George disregarded it every time, marking it as Dream being overly worried for his friends.

And so he got up, immediately wondering why he'd been so eager as soon as his feet hit the floor. And, like always, George soon found himself downstairs sitting in the kitchen. Dream was there...cooking? It wasn't really turning out well, and the smell of food burning filled the room.

"What is that?" George asked as Dream slid a paperplate into the trash.

"Hey," Sapnap interrupted, rushing past George to dramatically slam a newspaper onto the counter. "Look at this."

Dream leaned in, scanning the newspaper, and then looked confused. "What?"

"Did you-" Sapnap sighed, cutting himself off. "Did you not even see it?"

"Whatever it is it's probably not amazing if it didn't catch my eye," He said.

"Make sure your head can fit through the door before you try and leave," George muttered.