Georgenotfound was one of the most popular YouTubers at this time. His best friends by his side also growing in fame. When he is forced to spend Christmas alone, his friend Dream allows him to come visit. When things start to get a little strange wh...
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A broken family or Heart?
The sun had finally decided to fall, leaving the sky alone. George's breathing was slow, noticeable due to the cold. He knew how the holiday would go, he would be alone. This was his first time alone for the holidays, he always went to visit his friends and family. Guilt punched him in the gut more than once, he felt ill. It was his fault and he knew it, he shouldn't have told them. George tried his best to tell himself that he was acting like a child, it was immature. He turned around and walked back into the house, locking the house after arriving inside. He took off his jacket, then hung it on the hook next to the door. The warmth of the house melted the cold instantly, feeling much better, George walked into the kitchen, grabbing hot chocolate powder, shaking it a bit then grabbing a coffee cup. He placed the milk filled glass into the microwave, he patiently waited for the beep while he chewed on his nails. The cup was warm, the drink as well. He grabbed his phone putting it in this pocket as he walked into his room, he then placed himself on his black and white chair. His fingers fell perfectly onto the keyboard, the only thing you could hear was the clicking of the keyboard. That was until he heard a ding from his PC.
Greenboi: Wanna Vc?
George's resting face lifted a bit, causing him to start typing
Colorblind dude: Sure!
George went onto VC 3, then waited for his friend to join. "GEORGE!" The loud voice rang through his headset, "Hello to you as well Dream." His voice was bittersweet, "How are you?" Dream asked his voice moved away from the microphone then came back, "Could be better." George grabbed his drink, slowly sipping it avoiding burning himself "Awe. Don't be like that, George! It's the holidays!" Dreams voice seemed to grow happier towards the end of the sentence. "Speaking of which, what do you plan on doing for Christmas?" George started tapping his desk, "I'm visiting my parent's house, the whole family meets there." Dreams voice seemed calmer than from when they started the call. "You?" Dreams voice was curious, George was hoping Dream wouldn't ask this question, the question he dreaded. "George?" Dream seemed closer to the mic than normal, "Don't do that." George yelped at the way Dream's voice sounded, George heard his friend laughing from the other side of the call. "Seriously though, what are you doing?" Dream was still laughing a bit, "Nothing." George leaned back into his chair, "Nothing?" Dreams voice steadied, "Nothing at all." George played it off like he didn't care, but he cared. "What about your friends? Family?" Dream asked his voice raising but it was more of panic or sadness? George couldn't quite tell which one it was, "My friends are visiting their family, and my family..." George grew silent, then answered "Are busy for Christmas" George's voice squeaked a bit, but Dream didn't seem to notice, "Busy? I thought everyone was off for Christmas?" "Nope," George replied his voice waving, "So you're alone for the holidays?" Dream's voice had sympathy spilling through, "Basically." George sighed, The call fell silent, it was awkward. George fiddled with the sleeve of his hoodie. As he heard something from the other line but it was breaking up "What was that again?" George pulled closer to the mic "You could spend Christmas with me and my family." Dreams voice sounded confident. "WHAT?! Are you mental Dream?! I am not crashing someone's family holiday." George yelled but it was a soft kind of yell. "They won't care, plus, my mom loves you anyway. I'm sure she would be glad to actually meet you, George." "That's sweet, Dream. It really is, but I'll have to decline." "But-" George left the VC before Dream could say anymore. Not wanting to cause a argument over something so small.
His phone screen light up as he got a text from Quackity,
Alex (Big Q): Night George.
George looked at what he had said, Leaving the text on read. The feeling of guiltiness came back, he tried to ignore it by thinking about something else, but it didn't work too well. He placed his phone on his bedside table. He flopped down onto his bed, attempting to fall asleep he got comfortable. Turning off the lamp, he fluffed his pillow and laid down.
