warmth [dreamnotfound] | ✓

chapter six. kids.

12:25 PM.

Indiana was officially more boring of a state than Illinois. Dream determined this after he drove through what felt like the millionth rolling hill with a little farm on top. Through it all, George snored in the backseat with his book on his chest, worn pages rustling every time he breathed. The other boy's nose was tucked into the hood of the sweatshirt again and Dream couldn't help but smile. He would never tell him, but George was quite adorable.

His eyes darted to the GPS yet another time; however many times they'd passed a farm, he'd checked the GPS more. Dream turned the car out of a lane that started to slow down with heavy traffic, darting into the left lane only for it to slow down as well.

"Are you kidding me?" He'd thought the traffic wouldn't get bad until they got to Indianapolis, but here he was: backed up in the middle of nowhere. "What the hell?" Dream put the car in park as the guy behind him felt the need to blow his horn for an unnecessarily long amount of time. He turned around to see if George got awoken and was greeted with snores, a little smile crossing his lips. Good, he thought, he deserves some rest.

Back in L'Manberg, the time was still 11:30 AM which meant all the teenagers who'd gone out partying after the last day of school were probably just starting to wake up. He definitely would have been among them if he didn't have plans at 4 AM. As he sat, he checked his Snapchat and sent out a few more replies to people's posts.

Dream found himself bored out of his mind after only a short while and wished the cars would move or even that he could just know the reason for the hold-up. He turned again to look at George, tempted to wake the sleeping boy, but decided against it.

The cars ahead started to inch forward bit by bit and he followed suit, watching as a few changed lanes and started moving a little faster. Until they stopped again. At least he was in a place where his cell service was good enough that he could check his texts.

Dream opened his phone again and went through his messages, spotting a few unread ones. His eyes scanned each contact name, opening them in a slow and hypnotic manner. He was reading them, but didn't process a word.

Mom: where are you

Step-Dad: whered you go? Ur mom wants to know

Mom: get your ass home

Mom: ur in big fucking trouble.

Dream shrugged, wanting to roll his eyes but doing nothing. His eyes clouded over a bit and he struggled to read the next messages. He had to blink a few times before he could make out the letters, and then blinked even more. It didn't look real.

Messages from a group chat that hadn't been active in over three years. He'd completely forgotten its existence.

SMP(enis lmaooo): (yes that was the group name, no he could not recall the reasoning)

Sapnap: good luck u guys!!! have fun in florida dream!!

KarlJacobs: I know we haven't really talked for a while but just wanted to second Sap on the good luck stuff :) I hope you guys have a better time in Florida!

Quackity: have fun guys!!! that is if you can survive in a car together for a whole day first-

TommyInnit: HAHA TRUEEEEE BIG Q!

TommyInnit: seriously though, good luck boys.

TommyInnit: and if Wilbur were here, he'd be congratulating you guys too.

Dream sat and he stared. He closed out of the group chat. He looked at all of the notifications at once, expression completely blank. His fingers tightened around the cell phone with a sudden urge to crush it between them and his eyebrows knit together.