Quiet, Kitten || dnf

Act II: Part 26

These chapters are becoming fluffier and fluffier by the minute

Which means... I need to start a new book soon...

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Previously...

"How do you feel?" Dream questioned, tilting his head.

"Really good." I see his smile brighten, eyes squinting happily.

"Yeah? Maybe I should be a therapist, I'm pretty good," Dream bragged lightheartedly. I snort, rolling my eyes.

"Idiot."

**Dream's P.O.V.**

A few days had passed since George had gone around breaking all his rules, and not to brag or anything, but it seemed to work pretty well. Ever since, he's been more talkative, more excited about things, and slightly more affectionate.

I'm proud of him. He deserves to be happy, something I don't think he's had in a long while.

"Dream!" George giggled, hitting me with a pillow. I grinned, hitting him right back.

"George!" We both laughed together for a minute, him leaning into my shoulder. Suddenly, he looked up at me, eyes sparkling with a light I haven't seen the entire time he's been in Florida.

"Oh my god, Dream!" He gasps. "What day is it?" I frown, checking my phone.

"August 11th..." George gasps again, tugging at my arm.

"We gotta- we gotta bake a cake!" His eyes are so wide, and his smile is so genuine. I don't think I could say no to him, even if I wanted to.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! For your birthday! We've never spent a birthday together, can we please celebrate?" George is sitting on his knees next to me, pulling on my arm. I smile at him, admiring his child-like energy. I really missed my best friend.

"I'd love to celebrate my birthday with you, Gogy." His eyes brighten, and he jumps up, tugging me with him.

"We're baking a cake now?" I ask, chuckling. George nods determinedly, opening a bunch of cabinets in search of ingredients. He finds flour, sugar, and a bowl before giving up.

"Dreeeeaaaaaammmm!"

"George, chill, I'll get the rest of the ingredients. What else do we need?"

"Oh! Um..." George lists off a bunch of ingredients, which I retrieve from the pantry and set on the counter. I haven't seen him this excited in a long time. I missed him, the real George.

"Alright George, what's the first step?" Together, we make cake mix, adding ingredients and stirring them until a pale yellowish-white batter sat in the bowl.

"Dream!" I look up quickly, only to see George smirking. He slaps my chest quickly, giggling. When he pulls his hand away, it reveals an egg cracked against my shirt, dripping with pieces of eggshell and squished yolk.

"Oh, so that's how it is?" I smirk right back at him, seeing the smug look on his face disappear as I crack an egg on his head.

"Dream!!" He squawks, wrinkling his nose. "Now it's in my hair!" It was definitely in his hair, some egg whites dripping down.

"You started it, Georgie," I tease, wiping some egg off his nose. He scoffs, blush obvious on his face.

"Idiot," he mumbles, turning away. For a minute I'm worried I went too far, but find a handful of flour in my face. My nose twitches, and I sneeze loudly. George is laughing loudly, until I throw flour right back at him.