Chionophobia {Dream x Georgenotfound}

Chapter 11

George decides waking up in Dream's arms is infinitely better than waking up on his own and cold. He pulls his covers up over him farther, trying to warm himself up just the slightest bit more before he forces himself out of bed. He thinks back to waking up in Dream's arms the evening before, the way he woke up feeling safe and warm and comfortable. Dream's arms felt like home. George could wake up every day for the rest of his life with a migraine if it meant he got to wake up in Dream's arms.

George rolls onto his back. He diverts his attention to the ceiling. "Fuck," he whispers to himself. "I'm completely in love." He lets out a loud and annoyed groan, dragging his hands down his face. He lets his hands rest on his chest. He'd known he was gay for a plenty long while, he just hadn't really ever talked about it with Dream or Sapnap. He knew Sapnap was plenty bisexual, and he was proud of that fact. Dream had remained ambiguous for the most part- George had no clue what the hell Dream was attracted to.

The second morning in a row, there's a knock at his door. After a moment, Sapnap lets himself in. "Morning, George. You feeling okay?"

George gave him a look. "Pardon?"

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes? You're acting so strange. Why wouldn't I be?" George sits up in the bed, pulling a blanket he'd kicked to the floor up to wrap around his shoulders.

"It's almost 12:30." Sapnap states, leaning against the door.

George's jaw drops. He quickly grabs his phone from the nightstand, checking the time. Sapnap's right- it's just after 12:30. He rubs his eyes. "Shit, man. I didn't even mean to sleep so long.

Sapnap smiles. "You had a rough day, yesterday, Georgie. Talking about feelings, streaming, cuddling, realizing you're super gay for Dream, panicking a little, learning more about yourself..."

George does a double take. "What?"

"You had a long day!" Sapnap grins, then exits George's room with a giggle.

George shakes his head, throwing aside the three blankets he'd slept under. He crosses the room to shut the door so he can change, pulling on a pair of warm sweats and fluffy socks, then a long sleeved shirt under his hoodie. The lodge was too fucking cold for his liking. He planned on facing his fear today, so he decided to dress comfortably. Can never be too comfy while losing your shit.

George exits his room, stepping down the stairs quickly. He enters the living room, running a hand through his messy hair. He smiles as he sees Dream on the couch. "Hi, good morning."

Dream looks up quickly, giving George his stupidly amazing smile. "Georgie! Good afternoon. Glad to see you're finally up." Dream stands, straightening out his hoodie and adjusting his pants. He tilts his head to the side slightly as he looks at George. "Some people really do just wake up looking good, huh? Anyways, George. You plan on trying to go outside, right?"

George doesn't have time to process the comment about looking good before Dream changes the subject. He nods. "I do. I really can't guarantee I'll actually end up going outside, but I want to. That's what counts, right? I have the goal of actually accomplishing it?" George fusses with his sleeves, twisting the fabric between his hands. He looks up at Dream. "I thought about it a lot before bed last night. I think I- I'll probably be able to. Just... don't leave me, okay? I think that's probably why it's so scary. I don't like to be alone."

Dream nods confidently. "You won't be alone. I'm not going to leave your side for a second. Also, this morning Sapnap and I were looking up a few ways to help calm down from panic attacks and anxiety and stuff like that, so hopefully we can be a good enough support system for you. I just don't want to overwhelm you with anything, really."