Roommates [dreamnotfound / gream]

10 ; tensions are high in the DT household

well

here we gooooo

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Questioning everything.

George hated it. 'Questioning everything' was vague, had nothing solvable, and what Dream meant wasn't exactly the perfect conversation starter. It was a pain to work with, but George had faith in his ability to work things out.

His headache wasn't helping- but it wasn't terrible. It felt like one that had just started to grow, in the back of his head, creeping forward. And to add on, Dream hadn't come down from his room, even after Sapnap went to tell him he'd cooked.

George moved the eggs on his plate around with his fork solemnly, wondering if he was the cause for Dream's sudden disinterest in social interaction. He thought about the night before, replaying every detail in his mind. Dream hadn't seemed upset, just more resigned, and sad.

"Whose are these?" Sapnap's voice carried from behind George.

He turned, seeing Sapnap halfway in the front door and holding an open pack of cigarettes. George wondered if Dream would want him to know. "They're mine."

"You smoke?" Sapnap raised a brow, tossing it on the counter as he walked by.

"Not a lot," He said. He didn't feel bad about lying, and it was almost worrying.

"He doesn't," Dream interjected, making George jump. "They're my dad's."

"Ew," Sapnap said. "They must be so old."

Dream sat next to George and yawned.

"When did you wake up?" He asked.

"Like two minutes ago.." Dream said. "You?"

"I don't remember," George replied, watching Sapnap clean his mess from cooking.

"Did you sleep okay?" He asked.

"I guess," George said. His headache was starting to grow faster at that point, and he didn't really want to answer trivial questions early in the morning.

"How's Cat?" Dream continued.

"Fine," He said, more annoyance in his tone than he'd meant.

Dream nodded. He tapped his fingers together, and George felt bad momentarily, he must've been nervous, and it wouldn't be surprising to find out it was because of him acting so rude.

"Are you hungry?" Sapnap asked apologetically,  already having thrown everything away.

"Yeah, it's fine," Dream smiled.

George pushed his plate over, still full. Dream gave him a questioning look. "You didn't eat anything."

"I'm not hungry," He shrugged.

"Are you okay? You're acting weird," Dream carried a side glance, pettiness glinted in his eyes.

"I'm gonna get dressed," George said flatly. "I'm fine."

George pushed away from the table and jogged up the steps, ignoring the obvious stare from Dream. He resisted the urge to slam his door once inside, instead closing it softly and leaning against it. He slid to the floor, hoping his anger would stop boiling over.

Dream had nerve to tell George he was acting weird. There was a contemptuous sense about the way he'd said it that made the room feel off, especially since seconds before he was acting completely normal.

He wasn't going to let it ruin the day, so he stood up, brushed his shirt of imaginary dust, and started pulling out random clothes to find an resemblance of an outfit. He could hear someone walk up the steps- most likely Dream, from the way they sounded, and then the door across the hall slam with none of the thought George had when he closed his.