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                      Ignorance

George woke up to multiple texts messages from Dream. Sighing he decided to ignore the messages. He had about three weeks until Christmas and he felt like breaking down into tears. Not a good kind of Christmas spirit. George laid on his side, his eyes watering. He slowly closed them, the tears falling down his face onto his pillow. He was able to contain the sob, by calming himself down.
George was going through something no one wanted to go through. Many people were lucky when it came to this kind of thing, but others weren't as lucky.
He wanted to talk to someone about it, but he felt as if they would react the same way his family did.
George wiped his tears off his face, taking a deep breath he got out of his bed. Though he didn't want to, he did. His hair was a mess, his face was red, and he felt like shit.

The smell of warm scones filled the house. Putting him in a better mood knowing he did something for today. He placed the scones onto a plate, placing it on the counter.
    The mornings always seemed to go by slower for George or maybe it was because he had nothing to do during this time of day due to all of his real friends being asleep. Most of them at least, he had Wilbur. Though they talked a lot they weren't close. Messing  around with the television trying to find something to watch when he finally decided to watch one of those cheesy Christmas love movies.

The credits rolled on the screen, George's face was unreadable. He didn't know if he enjoyed the movie or utterly hated it.
12:03 looking at his phone.
He groaned in annoyance, throwing his head back. He got off the couch, he walked into the kitchen grabbing Jelly and placing it on one of the scones. He took a bite of the pastry when he felt the buzzing in his pocket. He grabbed his phone and touched on the notification.

Dream:
Multiple read messages and no response. Not pog, Gogy.

Gogy is typing...
Gogy has stopped typing

Clay sighed, scrolling through the spam of messages he had sent to George. All asking, or begging him to come to visit him for Christmas. He knew in a week, his family wouldn't be able to make any more adjustments for the Holidays. So that meant if George didn't come now, he would spend Christmas alone. Clay, would not let that happen.

Dream is typing...

George stared at the sign until the message showed up on the screen,

Dream:
I'm getting you a plane ticket to Florida, see you here Georgie.

It took George a minute to comprehend what had just been told to him. He reread it once more, there was no way Clay was spending his own money for George to spend Christmas with him. That was impossible, George always knew that Dream cared for him but this much? It was just a simple holiday. George felt his face heat up, but quickly shut down the idea that was in his head.
"That's impossible." He muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes with his hands,
     George tried to argue with Dream over the phone, but there was no use. George wasn't going to let Dream down, and let him spend all this money on him and not even go. In George's head, the only option he had was to go.
    Clay sent George the information for his plane ride. George was still trying to figure out why he was going this, which was dumb. This holiday is meant for families to come together, if George's family didn't have time, Clay's family would. There was no doubt in Clay's mind about that.
        In George's mind though, there was much doubt. He was over-analyzing everything, trying to figure out if Dreams family would like him, or if Dream actually wanted to see him? He was lost in thought, he didn't even realize until he had dropped his scone.
"Awe!" George looked down at his scone,
"I wanted to eat that, too." George made a mad face then picked up the scone and threw it in the trash.