Chionophobia {Dream x Georgenotfound}

Chapter 9

Dream was in a pickle. A big, fat, juicy pickle. He wasn't exactly sure of the feelings he was having, but he knew they weren't ones he was supposed to be having. George had decided to head up to his room to calm down alone for a little while, as Sapnap and Dream figured out how to set up some kind of streaming setup.

So far, they had two shitty chairs from the dining room brought upstairs to sit in the master bedroom. They'd chosen it just because it was biggest, and had the most amount of clear space. Dream had suggested using his own laptop to stream with, and Sapnap's for the chat. Before George had fully shut his room door, he passed over his camera and left Sapnap and Dream to figure out how to set it up. They got it, after a good amount of fucking around and making plenty of mistakes. They'd run a test stream on a throwaway channel, and everything seemed to be running smoothly.

The setup had the camera facing away from the bed, and they'd rearranged to where the desk was setup closer to the bed, the chairs in front of the wall. It was scuffed, by all means, but it meant Dream got to chill out on the bed rather than being in front of the camera.

"You're lucky for not having to sit in one of those chairs for two hours." Sapnap stated, flopping onto the bed beside Dream.

Dream looks over, tucking his hands under his head comfortably as Sapnap rested his hands on his own stomach. "Yeah, you're right. Just faceless perks, huh?"

They settle in the silence for a few moments, Sapnap humming slightly. Dream stares up at the ceiling.

"George kinda scared me today." Sapnap speaks up, and Dream nods slightly. "It was kinda startling, seeing him like that. He's just always so.... Put together, y'know?"

Dream hummed. "I guess so. It caught me off guard. I don't want to push him or anything. I just wish he was more okay with talking about himself. I want to be able to help him. Y'know? It's just... I don't know. It's different being with him in person. I feel kinda weird."

Sapnap snorts, catching Dream off guard. "You realize how gay you are for George, right?"

"Sapnap!" Dream blushes, covering his face with his hands. "I am not. You're such a jerk, you know that-"

"Karl and I have a thing." Sapnap blurts. The statement catches Dream so off guard that he chokes, spluttering out a cough. He sits up, then looks back over at Sapnap.

"What do you mean, a thing?" Dream questions. Sapnap looks somewhat embarrassed, and Dream quickly changes his tone. "I fully support you, by the way."

"We're dating, kinda, I think. I dunno. It's complicated, in a way, but it's also not. I just figured I'd tell you, I tell you everything, so-"

"Yeah, no, of course!" Dream rushes. "I completely understand that. We haven't talked like this in a while, just the two of us. Just real feelings and stuff."

Sapnap smiles softly. Dream misses seeing this side of him. "Yeah, it has. Y'know, you've looked like you have a lot of stuff on your mind lately." Sapnap nudges his leg, and Dream can't help the blush that burns at his cheeks. "I won't pretend I don't see the way you look at George when he's not paying attention."

Dream thinks for a long moment. He bites his lip, staring down at the sheets of the bed. Sapnap reaches over to pat his head. "I..." Dream searches for the words, but they lie just out of his mental grasp. A knock at the open door startles him from his thoughts.

George stands there somewhat awkwardly, eyes flitting to the closed curtains before looking back at Sapnap and Dream on the bed. His sleeves are pulled over his hands, and he's wearing a red hoodie with black sweats. Dream smiles. "Hi," George says. "Are we ready to stream? Sorry if I interrupted anything."