Into The Snow

Chapter 1: First Snow

     The street that can be seen from George's bedroom window awakens as the morning traffic sets in. The street is slick with crystal clear ice that had formed over night. As more cars began to occupy the road, car engines could be heard more clearly. An annoyance laced groan escapes George's lips as the volume of the cars continue to gradually increase. This was not the first morning George was awoken sooner than he'd prefer due to the noise created by morning traffic. He continues to lay in bed, giving his thoughts time to catch up with him. He releases his left arm from underneath his blanket and reaches for his phone only to check the time. As his phone screen comes to life, George groans again. It was 8:30 a.m. and George had only fallen asleep an hour ago. To others, George's sleep schedule would sound wretched, but George preferred to be on the same schedule as his American friends. Him and Dream had stayed up editing together that night. Minimal talking was done, but the silence was comfortable. George enjoyed nights like these the most. During these nights George felt he got a deeper understanding of Dream. He got to see the side of him no one else ever would. He got to see the frustrations let out when video ideas didn't live up to his expectations, the stressful days where Dream would call George and wouldn't have to say one word because the presence of his best friend was enough to calm him, and the gloomy days where they both shared their bottled up emotions to help one another gain the motivation to tackle the day ahead of them.

George began to drift back to sleep, growing used to the noise as it slowly fades away. He quickly falls back into the realm of sleep.

Hours later George stirs awake once again. He releases both arms from underneath his dark blue blanket, bringing them above his head to stretch. He yawns himself awake and reaches for his phone, releasing it from the charger this time. It was now 4 in the afternoon. Reluctantly, he gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom. On his way he glances out the window and is met with a now vacant road, tire marks visible in the snow that had began to build up. He notices the frost creeping up around the corners of the window. A few frosted over snowflakes can be seen clearly, each design more magnificent than the one before. George loved the snow. He found it beautiful and soothing. December was his favorite time of year because of this. His town would slowly be covered by a beautiful blanket of white glistening snow with a welcoming aura. He takes in the sight one last time before sighing and heading to the bathroom.

After cleaning himself up he heads downstairs. His bare feet met with soft, plush, carpet each step of the way. He walks instinctively into his kitchen mindlessly grabbing the items needed for cereal. He listens as the pieces of cereal clink into the bowl. After pouring the milk he returns it to the fridge. He moves over to his dining room table, gently sitting down receiving a groan from the older chair beneath him. His phone buzzes to life in his pocket. He pulls it out to see messages from Dream and Sapnap in their group chat. He smiles to himself, thankful to know they are awake too. He opens the messages.

The messages consisted of Dream and Sapnap telling the other good morning before Sapnap suggests they move to Team Speak. At that George hurries with his cereal and cleans his mess to join them. He hurries back upstairs. His setup hums to life and releases a light that reflects onto both the desk and George's soft, pale skin. He joins TS and is immediately greeted by Dream and Sapnap.

"GEORGE!" Sapnap yells excitedly.

"Good morning George!" Dream joins in. "I'm glad you're finally awake. We moved to Team Speak because we didn't want to wake you with all our messages."

The small generous act was enough to make George's cheeks fill with heat.

George giggles slightly "Good morning. How did you guys sleep?"

"Like a baby" Sapnap answers quickly.

"Because you are a baby" Dream retorts, earning a sound of disapproval from Sapnap.