Faceless Love (DreamNotFound)

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A short, almost non-existent, flash woke Dream up.

"Fuck." He whispered.

"Dude!" Sapnap yelled. "What's up with you?"

Dream had slowly drifted asleep during one of Sapnaps streams on the server. Something was up with him but he didn't know what. His green, pale eyes drifted back to the bright screen as they finished up the stream.

"How long was I asleep for..?" Dream asked.

"Like, half the stream."

Dream groaned.

"Tell me the truth." He said.

"Ok fine, like 15 minutes, but the chat says otherwise."

Dreams hands moved to the mouse as he clicked the tab to open up the stream details. Obviously Sapnap wasn't lying.

"How much sleep did you get last night?" Sapnap whispered.

"I dunno." Dream lied.

He'd been up all night looking at old photos in his camera roll and scrolling through twitter. George happened to be in there. He quickly changed the subject.

"Hey, I think I'm done for today."

"That's fine dude. Don't be to hard on yourself." Sapnap replied.

His eyes glanced to the old clock on his messy desk as it read 6:17. The chair creaks as he leans back to stretch out his sweat stained body. Using both hands, he pulls his sweatshirt slowly off his body and throws it to his bedsheets. His eyes roam back to the bright blue computer screen as he disconnects from the call. A lonely sigh escapes him. Without even noticing, he gets up out of his greasy, sweaty chair, and plops on his bed. Patches meows and struts up to him.

"Hey girly." Dream said, "Hungry?"

Patches turned her head sideways as if saying yes. Dream rolled out of his bed and walked through his door to the kitchen to get some food for her. His mom wasn't in the house right now so he was alone with patches. For some stupid reason, he could stop thinking. Thinking hard about something. But, what was that something. Meh, it's fine. Slowly, his brain pushed the thought out of his mind, focusing on work. YouTube. Twitch.

"Ring Ring."

The dining room table shook as his phone lit up with a notification. Unknowingly, he picked up the phone and read the banner.

Gogy ✨

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- Hey Clay.

Clay? -

- *Dream :)

What are you doing haha -

- Why, can I not talk to you :(

I never said that. -

- Wanna call? I'm bored rn.

Sure, I'm feeding Patches -

"Why does he want to call so late?" His mind wandered. "It's probably evening in England."

He waited for George to call as he stroked Patches back.

"Mreow."

Patches rubbed her belly along his thigh and moved all the way down to his knee. George finally called him, and Patches jumped up to his crotch and looked up at him in surprise.

"Hey Georgie." Dream sat up in the chair.

"Hey Dreamie." George chuckled.

"Why are you calling me so late?" He asked.

"I wanted to talk to you," George responded. "I missed you."

Dream nearly choked on air. Why's George acting like this? Is something wrong? I bet Karl or Quackity dared him to do this.

George laughed, "What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Everything is great."

He could hear George giggling through the phone.

"Anyways," George gathered up his laughter and calmed down. "I was wondering what you were doing this weekend. If you're free, we could stream together on my channel with Sapnap and some others."

"I'm always free when it comes to you Georgie." Dream smiled.

"Wh-"

Dream could imagine him speechless from embarrassment through the phone case. His confidence always grew whenever he talked with George.

"DREAM!"

He zoned back into life as George yelled at him with high pitched squeals.

"W-hahaha."

Dream began to chuckle from his thoughts as George asked for a better reply.

"Dream-uhhhhh."

George sounded annoyed with him and definitely angry.

"Of course I'm available Georgie. Anything for you." Dream joked around.

George stuttered between words as Dream smiled.

"Why are you like this."

George was struck with embarrassment and unusual butterflies in his stomach. He partially wanted to keep the butterflies, but the other part wanted to rid him of them.

"Maybe it's just cause I'm so happy around you gogy." Dream was beaming.

"I'm not even recording anything, you can stop with the joking around. I know it's all fake Dream."

George's words were serious, although he was still red as a tomato.

"What do you mean? Everything's real when I'm with you."

George disconnected the call and shriveled up in the corner of his room.

Dream continued talking until he looked down at his black phone screen.

"What..?"

He looked at Patches with growing embarrassment and what seemed to be fear.

"Too far?"

Patches seemed to almost nod her head as she jumped off his lap and strutted into the other room. Dream slowly hunched his body lower on the couch until he was barely touching it with his head.

"I was joking...right..?"

Authors note:

PLS HELP ME OML I WROTE THIS DURING DRAMA, WE HAD TO DO SOME ACTING AND I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING SO I EXSCUSED MYSELF TO THE RESTROOM FOR THE REST OF CLASS TO FINISH THE WATTPAD ;_;. AOUEDAOUEHDAUHDEOUH ANYWAYS THE GRAMMAR SUCKS IF U WANT HATE ON ME AND GIVE ME SOME ADVICE😭🖐