~𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙾𝚏 𝙰 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖~ | Dnf

Nerves

Georges eyes fluttered open as the light streamed from his curtains. He winced at the sudden light and groaned as he sat up.

All the blood rushed to his head. 'fuck, i knew i should of gone to bed earlier.' It took him a moment to wake up, but once he did he stumbled out of bed and through on a hoodie. He stood looking at himself in the mirror trying to fix his bed head before making his way down stairs.

He pulled to pantry door open and was met with nothing. He hadn't gone shopping for at least a week, all he could find was almost empty box of fruit loops. 'It'll do,' he thought to himself.

after making himself a bowl of stale cereal he moved upstairs to start packing for his trip.

Taking his suitcase down was a struggle. his 5'8 body wasn't quite tall enough to reach the top of his cupboard. Looking around for ideas to help him, he spotted his gaming chair. 'Perfect'.

"ow!" he winced putting the ice pack on his bruised head. 'Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea.'

'well atleast the suitcase is down.' he stood up from the floor and moved to open the suitcase, one handed

when he began packing the nerves started to settle in. ' Ugh what do i even need to bring? is this enough? Maybe an extra hoodie? how many trunks do i need for the beach? What if i look stupid in that?'

He was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard the familiar buzz coming from his phone. Standing up he moved to his bedside table to see his screen light up with an icon saying Dream :). He smiled cheezily and answered the phone plopping down on his bed.

"hi!" Dream spoke

George chuckled at his voice, "hello."

"What are you up too?"

"I'm just packing my bag, i guess nothing special, you?"

"Nothing much, i'm just sitting on the Porch enjoying the sun."

george blushed at the thought of sitting next to dream on the Porch watching the blue skies.

"It must be nice with the heat over there." George finally responded.

"hehe yeah lots of heatwaves," dream mocked

George laughed, a little flustered, "You're an idiot."

" ok ok," dream replied "well when you arrive here tomorrow i'll be waiting at the airport to pick you up."

those words melted george, he didn't even remember why he was so nervous about meeting up with Dream. He was always so sweet and caring.

"Alright just don't be a dick and scare me or do something crazy since i don't even know what you look like."

"We'll see about that," Dream teased

"ok whatever just don't leave me there."

dream wheezed, "why would i just leave you there?"

"I don't know maybe your a bully."

"i wouldn't do that George," he said reassuringly

"Are they others there yet?" George asked

"Skeppy and Bad are here and Sapnap left a little while ago to pick up Karl."

George chuckled "They'll take their time."

They both sat there talking to each other for another 20 minutes before Dream had to leave because Karl had arrived.

it was like George was in dreamland whenever it was just those two alone. He couldn't help but get continuous butterflies in his stomach whenever he calls. Dream makes him forget all his worries even if they spoke for a few minutes. There was something in the way he spoke that made george feel secure.

He was thrown out of his thoughts by the rain that began pouring down on his window, that reminded him he was still in brighton. Not in in sunny Florida with his best friends. 'Tomorrow,' he said to himself.

the flight was at 7am the next morning, meaning it'll take at least an hour to get through security and wait for the plane. '4am will do,'

It was around 10pm for george and he was at his desk on call.

"you're really going to florida?"

"yeah a whole month."

"well if there's no super cheesy dreamnotfound meetup i'll never talk to you again." A younger british boy said.

"don't be weird Tommy," The brunette chuckled.

they sat there talking for another half hour before george decided to go to bed.

He slumped down and buried his face into the blankets. As much as he needed it, he didn't want to sleep, he wanted to play games with his friends, talk to them. Talk to Dream. Picking up his phone he scrolled on twitter liking fanart and replying to tweets he was tagged in.

Sleep eventually took over him and he closed his eyes, awaiting the early morning tomorrow.

second chapter done!
idk when i'll update next but ill try to make it soon-ish

word count: 830

Also!! This is me from the future here, THE CHAPTERS GET BETTER AND LONGER OK, THE FIRST FEW ONES ARE KINDA BAD

ok bye <3

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