A Week In November // dreamnotfound

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Orlando, Florida
November 26th — 8:36pm

Dream and George had just returned from dropping off Sapnap at the airport. There were no tearful goodbyes or hugs filled with snotty faces, Sapnap left the pair at the airport with a devious grin on his lips, breathlessly whispering very cryptic messages.

"Have fun without me, you two!"

Dreams brows furrowed at the time, but he brushed it off. Figuring Sapnap out would be a whole nother task on its own. Sapnap was one weird dude.

Dream wouldn't dare to admit it aloud, but to say he was nervous was an understatement. Alone and George seemed like two things that should not mix. There was going to be no one around to stop George from trying anything, he could be as shameless as he wanted and the only person to know would be Dream, and his boner that would most likely pop up.

But George hadn't tried anything on the car ride back. It was simply filled with their mindless and light-hearted banter that Dream had honestly been missing since this whole thing started.

It was still relatively early in the night, and once the pair arrived back home, George suggested a movie night. Dream of course agreed, he wanted to keep the night going for as long as possible. He missed being able to joke around with George like he used to before this bet. He didn't mind seeing this new, very sexual side of George, and by god did it turn him on, but the old friendly side was something he missed.

When the two entered the house, George told Dream he needed to change out of his day clothes and that he would join him back on the couch once he was finished. The two parted and Dream quickly claimed his usual spot on the couch, grabbing the remote and setting Netflix up on his television.

He waited patiently for George to come back down, simply scrolling mindlessly on his phone. George was his guest, he could choose the movies, whatever he wanted. He hoped it would be horror.

A few minutes later, George returned back downstairs wearing his usual short shorts and a hoodie. Dream didn't even give it a second glance, this was just how George walked around nowadays. George quickly made his way to the sofa, slumping down into the couch with a bounce next to Dream.

Suddenly George perked up, "Wait, do you have any popcorn?" He asked.

Dream hummed, "Yeah, we should do, I'll go make some now." Dream left his spot on the couch, but before he left the room he handed George the remote. "Choose something."

George eyed the remote, "Anything?"

Dream shrugged, "I'm down for anything."

Dream quickly made his way to the kitchen, rummaging through his pantry until he found the bag of popcorn he was looking for. He put the bag into the microwave, waiting patiently against his countertop as he listened to the satisfying pops inside the bag. He stopped the microwaves just before it hit the zero mark, pulling out the bag with his fingertips to avoid being burnt, pouring the contents into a bowl before generously sprinkling it with butter, salt and icing sugar. He discarded the bag, grabbing the bowl of popcorn before making his way back to the living room, where George had set up the movie.

Dream sat back down, setting the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table in front of him, but when he finally got a glimpse of what was on the television, he almost wanted to jump straight back up again.

The title screen popped up, just as it lit up the room, illuminating George's face as a wicked smile grew across his lips.

'365 Days.'

"Geor-"

"Sh!" George interrupted, a smirk dancing very prominently against his lips, "The movie is starting."