suffocation | dreamnotfound

may 20th

george

dream :(
it's been almost a week since we talked
can we call if you aren't busy?

dream

shit it's been that long?
i want to talk to you so badly
i'm calling you right now

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"dream! i missed talking to you." george immediately said after answering the phone, putting it up to his ear before sitting back in his bed.

"george! i wish i called you more, it should be a crime to not talk to you for over two days."

george smiled and rolled his eyes, his anxiety lessening. "to be honest, i thought you were angry at me or something. like you just totally distanced yourself and i thought you started to hate me. i thought i was losing you."

"what if you did lose me? what if i died?"

george quickly realized he was talking to a drunk dream, the slur in his voice and his ominous words giving it all away. he worried that though this dream may appreciate him, sober dream was still avoiding him; but, he couldn't do anything about that anyways, so he tried to keep the conversation up.

"dream don't talk like that, you're not gonna die. just look both ways before you cross the street and you automatically live until 100." he laughed slightly at his own joke, but dream stayed quiet. "seriously, you aren't dying soon dream. i refuse to think that i'd lose you so suddenly, and your health, your life is great. you'll be okay."

"okay george, i believe you. you always know how to calm me down. you know, i don't say this enough but i genuinely appreciate how you gave me your phone number first, even when you were a bit uncomfortable with it, just so i could call you if i needed anything. and you made it so my calls would always ring so you never slept through them. that means a lot to me."

"well," george's cheeks were rapidly turning the color of carnations, "that's what friends do, i guess. just wanted to make sure you were okay and whatnot. i'd do that for anyone who needs it; it's an honor, in a sense, that i'm the one people want to turn to for help anyways. makes me feel better about myself."

george had seen dream drunk a handful of times, but he was typically not a sappy drunk. he was loud and chaotic, a mixture of laughter and slurred words, but never so vulnerable. this dream was like he had let every single guard down and was one comment away from tears. he had no clue how to deal with it.

"video call me, i want to see you!" george could almost hear the smile in dream's voice as he said those words, so he quickly called the boy on facetime.

when george picked up, the first thing he realized was how disorganized dream's place was. then, he noticed how sickly dream appeared; he had only seen his appearance once, but there was obviously something wrong. he wasn't bashing dream's appearance or saying he looked bad; rather, he was saying that dream looked distressed with hollow cheeks, pale skin, and nowhere near as much energy as his dream had. george couldn't figure out whether these changes were the result of alcohol or if there was something else on.

"do you feel alright clay?" george looked into dream's eyes through the screen, neither looking away until dream responded.

"i'm so drunk!" dream laughed before coughing, quickly getting up and leaving george highly confused. it took him nearly three minutes before he came back, but when he got back he carried a cup of water, his alibi. "sorry, just needed water for my throat."