Can I Get Your Number With That? || DreamNotFound

Chapter 2

Yawning, Dream made his way to the break room with his freshly filled water bottle. It was Saturday so of course they had scheduled him for an eight hour shift, which he always dreaded. He quickly grabbed his things and made his way out of the building with a quick goodbye to everyone. Leaving the building, he made sure to glance at the Taco Bell next door, catching a glimpse of the brown hair and white goggles of Wilbur's new trainee. With a new found determination, Dream picked up the pace to his car and turned into the next parking lot over. With no plan in mind he went into the drive-thru. Seeing as it was around eight o'clock in the evening, there was no one in line and he was immediately acknowledged. He ordered a burrito and heard the voice of the trainee chirping the usual "would you like anything else with that?"

Dream's mind went completely blank as he responded, "can I get your number with that?"

Clearly forgetting to mute his mic, Dream could hear the flustered confusion of the boy and laughed to himself before realizing what exactly he had just said. Mentally slapping himself, he made his way to the window hoping they would just know he was done ordering.

"Your total is $1.29," the boy mumbled to Dream, seemingly avoiding eye contact. Wilbur looked as though he was about to explode from behind the trainee. Dream handed them exact change before getting his bag.

Once again not thinking, Dream took a peak into the bag. "Excuse me, but there's only a burrito in here, where's the other thing I ordered?" That seemed to be it for Wilbur, who burst out laughing at how awkward Dream was being as he tried to be smooth. The trainee cracked a smile at Wilbur's actions, trying to keep a composed face.

"Shouldn't you ask for what to make my contact first?" The trainee tilted his head at Dream, his expression completely serious.

The response caught Dream off guard who spluttered, unsure of how exactly to respond. Before he could have the chance to say anything the boy was speaking again, "it's George, by the way."

George.

Dream thought it fit. "Well George, I'm waiting."

"Maybe next time, you have my name now. You're gonna have to work harder for a number," George gave a goofy and somewhat satisfied smile.

Dream pondered it for a moment, "I guess that's fair, see you tomorrow then!"

When Dream said tomorrow, he meant tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. Without failure he showed up to the drive-thru, of course there were days George wasn't working, but even then he was still there. Every time he knew it was George on the other end of the speaker he asked the same question, "Can I get you number with that?" and every time George found a different piece of information to give Dream before he would give it to him.

First it was his age,

"Come on, you don't even know my age, I could be 14." George smiled cheekily.

Sighing in defeat Dream responds, "well, how old are you?"

George taps his chin as if wondering if he should answer the question or not. After a moment of silence he says, "18. Enjoy your food!"

Before Dream could get another word in he had his burrito in hand and the window was closed.

Then it was his height,

George feigned a frown at Dream, "you should know my height first, you wouldn't want me being way taller or way shorter than you," George paused for a moment, "I need to know your heigh too."

"This again?" Dream raised an eyebrow and George only nodded, his smile returning, "I'm 6'3, and you are..?"

George expressions of shock at his height was quickly covered up as he answered a quick, "George."

"You know that's not what I meant," Dream hit his head against the steering wheel in exasperation.

George giggled, covering his mouth a bit before saying, "I know, I'm around 5'8? I don't really know my height."

"You're so small!" Dream's face lit up, his excitement at the fact extremely clear.

Groaning, George threw the food into Dream's car and told him to leave, shutting the window. Dream laughed a bit as he drove away, a new determination settling inside of him.

After 5 attempts total, Dream was almost desperate just to get George's number so they could hang out. His friend Sapnap had already told him to just ask Wilbur for it, but all he said in response was that it was important to get it on his own.

"Hey George," the smirk was clear in Dream's voice as he spoke into the speaker.

Dream could hear the sigh from the other end, "Sometimes I regret telling you anything at all, would you like anything else with your burrito today?"

"No, I think I'm good," Dream said, adding a fake hum of thought to add to his performance. He could almost hear the shock in the complete silence. Without waiting for George to say anything, he pulled around to meet him at the window.

"Dream.." George began.

Dream quipped, "Of course you can have my number," scribbling down the numbers onto a piece of paper he had ready and shoving it into George's face.

George tilted his head a bit, "how'd you know I..?"

"Call it my intuition," Dream cut him off, "text me soon, alright, I'm impatient."

George nodded in shock, a smile growing on his face. "I'll see you soon," he handed the food over and closed the window slowly, watching Dream go.

Dream released the breath he didn't realize he was holding before shouting a "LETS GO!" out his window as he drove home with a crazy grin.

I am SO SO sorry it's been forever, my grades were not vibing and with work and tech for the musical it became too much to work on this. I should've said something sooner but I didn't even really have time for that. The unannounced hiatus should be over and I'll try to update regularly from now on! I really hope you are enjoying this :)

Love,

SmoothSarcasm