|Dream x Thomas the train|

chapter 8

Dream woke up. He felt tired from staying up so late even though he slept 9 hours.

He rolled over to his night stand. Looking  at it trying to find his phone.

He moved his hand in its direction and grab his portable electronic.

Dream pushed the little button onto of his phone and got blinded by its UV-lights.

He put in his pin code and opened his Twitter, looking at his timeline.
He scrolled, scrolled and kept on scrolling. Till... "Bzzz."

His phone moved a little bit at the notification.
Dream annoyed by its disturbance decided to ignore it for a little while.

He went back to scrolling.
"Bzzz."
Another notification.
Ignore.

"Bzzz."

Dream swiped down on his screen, revealing his notifications.

"Twitter: ThomasTheTrain72 sent a message. "

Dream's face lit up with the notification. He remembered what happened yesterday.

The way his metal felt, the wonderful sensational he got when it touched his skin.
Just thinking about it made him feel all ways.

He clicked on the notification to see what Thomas had messaged.

ThomasTheTrain72

Hey dream,
I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday.
Did you get in trouble?

Hello?
Dream

Hellooo???

DreamWasTaken

Hello Thomas!
I'm really sorry for not responding, I was asleep.
I didn't get in trouble, at least. I don't think I did.

I found out something yesterday, could you come over  later so I could explain it?

ThomasTheTrain72

Uh, sure.
Does 14 sound good?
(2pm)

DreamWasTaken

Yes.
Also, George is going to be there so don't act sus(picious)

ThomasTheTrain72

Alright, later babs
(*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

Dream pushed the button on top his phone again, closing it.

He got excited to see Thomas.
He got up and walked over to his closet.

He slidded the doors open and picked out a comfortable outfit.

(I'm not a fashion designer or mom so I'm not listing the clothes since my fashion sense is just "top of the pile") 

Dream walked out his room going to the kitchen.

He opened the fridge grabbing out some cheese and butter.

He placed them on the table.
He spinned around getting the bread sack that was sitting on the counter.

He put it on the kitchen table and sat down on a chair.

Taking out a slice of bread.
He stood up after remembering he forgot to take a butter knife.

He twirled around the kitchen. Opening a shelf, grabbing the knife and slamming it closed with his hip .

He walked back over to the kitchen table. Sitting down again.

Dream pulled the lit from the butter and sliced a piece of. He placed it on the bread and began to spread it out.

Once he had finished it looked like no extra butter remains. Only some on the knife.

He closed the butter by placing the lit back on. Laying the butter knife on top of it.

He opened the cheese pack and took out a slice. He placed it on the buttered bread horizontally.

He closed the cheese pack best as possible. Dream folded his bread in half, folding it horizontally just like the cheese.

He applied some pressure on top of the bread by putting his palm on top and pushing down.

Once he felt like he had applied enough pressure he took his palm of.
He picked the sandwich up in his right hand. He added his left hand and took a bite from it.

Dream took another bite, and another. Repeating this process till the sandwich had disappeared.

He stood up from his chair , pushing it underneath the table after.

He put his hand underneath the table and scraped the crumbs onto his hand.

He walked over to the trash can and poured them into the sack.

Dream walked over to the living room.
He saw George sitting in the couch.

'Is he filming a tiktok? ' Dream thought to himself

George tapped the screen a few times, clicking on a button afterwards and putting his phone down.

"Good morning Dream. Did you sleep well?" George asked dream.

"Yeah, I did. Uhhm, do you mind if I invited a friend, we got something to talk about. "

"I don't. It's your house after all. "
George answered.

"Thank you, he'll be here at 14 (2PM). "

Dream walked over to George and give him a peck on the forehead.

This time skip is brought by....

Drums please.

🥁🥁🥁(tf is that?!)

Chapter 9.

Bye!