DSMP Soulmates AU

40: Suddenly, I'm not sick anymore

if you know me irl, no, you don't.
* light nsfw at a point?*

3RD PERSON

Dream's phone rings from somewhere to his side, and he blindly fumbles for it.

"Hello?" He croaks into it.

"Hey Dream. You don't sound good," He hears Sapnap remark from far from the mic.

"Thank you Captain Obvious," George snarks.

Dream chuckles. "You're aware I'm sick again, I presume," He says sarcastically.

"I missed you today,"
Dream could hear the pout in George's voice. On the other end of the phone, George puts the phone to his ear, dropping back from the others.

"Missed you too," Dream starts to cough. George frowns, concerned.

"You good there?"

"Not- really," He manages to get out.

"Are your parents home?"

"Nope. Drista's here but I don't reckon she'll be much help,"

"Want us to come round?"

"Want you to come round," Dream says sneakily.

George laughs. "Alright then. See you in half an hour? We're at the shopping centre,"

"Oh, don't cut the trip short for me, I'll be fine," Dream says hurriedly.

"Nope. See you in a bit, love you,"

"Love you too," Dream replies, smiling.

He ends the call, and pushes himself up slightly. He really needs to clean up before George comes.

"Guys, I've got to go," George says, tucking his phone into his pocket.

"Oh, ok! See you tomorrow," Karl says.

"Yeah! See ya!" He replies, starting to walk out the shop. As he leaves, the last thing he hears is: "So, do you reckon we'll actually see him tomorrow, or he'll get sick?"

~~timeskip~~

There's a light knock on the door.

"Drista, can you get that for me?" Dream calls from his room.

"Get it yourself, idiot,"

"Drista," He repeats warningly.

"Fine. But you owe me," She replies.

He hears the door open, and Drista and presumably George talking.

"Dream?" A voice asks softly before opening the door.

He waves sheepishly from the corner of the room, where he had holed up after attemping to clean.

"Why are you on the floor?" George asks, shutting the door and coming to sit next to him.

"I- tried to clean. Uh. I didn't, now I'm in the corner of my room," Dream admits.

George laughs.

"It's not funny!" He protests.

"Have you opened your curtains at any point today?" George says, moving over to them.

"Do you need an answer?"

"Fair,"

George opens them before sitting back down.

"Hug?" Dream asks, making the clingy hands.

"Fine. But if I get sick, it's your fault,"

Dream grins, and wraps his arms around him.

"I'm not letting go, your stuck!" He laughs.