warmth [dreamnotfound] | ✓

chapter seven. raspberry.

1:00 PM.

Indianapolis arrived in a flurry of clicks from George's camera and a handful of tall buildings and soon enough, the two were in the heart of the city, enjoying the warm weather of the sunny place. Dream continued to drive while George, still very much high, sat in the passenger seat and photographed the skyline.

"Can we get some lunch soon?" he asked absent-mindedly.

"Can you seat something in the car? I don't really wanna lose any more time and I think I packed snacks in one of my bags," Dream said without taking his eyes off the sights outside.

"You didn't."

"How did you know?"

"I looked already."

Dram groaned as George sat up and rubbed one of his legs over the borrowed shorts. "Can't we just stop somewhere? I wanna get up and move my limbs."

"Limbs? Yeah, I think we need to get you some fresh air." He flicked on the turn signal and stopped in the parking lot of a gas station. It was on the corner of a street with a big strip mall behind it.

"There's a merch shop over there!" George flung open the door before the engine was even off, darting out of the car with an eager energy he hadn't had in a while.

"George! We don't have time for... that..." Dream trailed off as he watched the shorter boy walk into the nearest shop with a grin on his face. "Seriously?" He sighed and pushed his sunglasses up his nose, stumbling out of the car and following George into the brightly colored, cheap-smelling store.

He wandered between aisles, looking for his old friend. "Oh George..." He turned a corner and spotted him. "George. I thought we were just getting food and going? What happened to that?" The brunet was standing between two aisles of novelty t-shirts, holding up one with the words "Bad-Ass Dad" printed on it.

He snickered to himself, turning to meet Dream's eyes with a grin. "Should I buy this?"

"Wha- No! I mean, it's hilarious but we have to go get food." Dream couldn't contain his wheezing laughs as he took the shirt from George and set it back on the shelf. "I- I"m trying to b-be serious here. We g-" he stopped to let out a loud laugh, "We gotta go."

"What about this one?" George held up another shirt with a giggle. It read "Eat. Sleep. Game. Repeat."

"As a gamer, I'm offended." Dream feigned annoyance while George laughed harder, setting down the shirt and wandering over to the next aisle.

"I'm leaving without you so have fun getting ordered some lunch you don't even like! Like, um, a salad or something," the teeanger called out to his friend as he walked toward the exit.

"No! Wait!" George came tripping out from behind a display of sunglasses, knocking the pair that sat on his nose to the floor. "Shit!" Dream laughed as he walked out of the shop, waiting for George outside.

"So, where are we going for lunch?"

"I think there's a Taco Bell down the street, how's that sound?"

"Pretty good, honestly."

Dream and George walked to the nearby restaurant and ordered their meals, getting them quickly and settling for walking to a nearby park to eat (upon George's insistence that he still wanted to stretch his legs before they went back to the car).

Children ran on the playground nearby and their shouting could be heard from the distant park bench where the two teenagers sat. One scrolled through his phone while the other watched the kids play.

George's sorrowful eyes drifted away from where the youth were dancing and playing and instead found their way to Dream, who was checking a group chat full of theatre kids from their old school. He didn't smile but scooted closer, watching over the other boy's shoulder.