There is a certain phobia in this chapter! Nothing big tho, it's a safe zone from here on out gamers ❤️
George's hands rested on the bathroom counter, he looked at himself in the eyes. He had been staring into his stupid
brown eyes for nearly ten minutes now, just thinking. He had just hung out with Sapnap and Dream downstairs, meaning
he was speaking to Dream, meaning he was around him. And that was something George's mind couldn't compute. How
was he able to speak to him without a worry of time distance? Or a click of a button, or a headset?
His emotions had been all over the place over the last few months. George was what you would call... an odd duck. A
black sheep, a lime amongst lemons. You get the gist, he was a small percent. In many different ways actually, but one
of those ways stuck with George like glue.
It was a reminder every single day he lived in America, he would wake up and think about his issue, he would speak to
his friends while his issue never left his mind, and he would flinch at every touch his best friend would give. That's right,
George was a paranoid fuck. Also known as a haphephobian. If you are normal, unlike him, you may need to look up that
fuckery of a word, but basically, George was a person who intentionally tried to stray away from being touched. He didn't
know what had caused him to think like this, maybe it was his mothers abuse, maybe it was his ex's demands and forced
'Love', or maybe he was just a dramatic piece of shit.
George's breath hitched as he was taken back to reality, realizing how close his own reflection was, and flinching away.
Damn, he was really dramatic wasn't he..
He slapped himself in the face, hard, "pull yourself together!" George thought, looking into his reflection with glassy
eyes. He had lived alone in that house for years, just himself and his streaming set up. And occasionally his friends on
a call. He didn't need to worry about anyone touching him, he didn't even have to worry about anyone seeing him in
real life, it was heaven. Until he had moved to Florida. Moving to Florida was a blessing to George, he could finally
see his two bestest friends in the universe, but it also came with a few drawbacks.
One, the whole touching thing. The issue with Dream and George's friendship is simple really, Dream likes to touch
George's shoulder or arm or hair, or anywhere really. And George knows why, Dream is still in denial about him being
in America, and George let's him do it, he may even admit he likes it. Yet he bites his tongue every time, he bites
his lip every time, he stomps on his own feet every time, just to hold back the flinch.
Two, the privacy. Dream and Sapnap were idiots when it came to privacy. They did not care. In fact, George has never
seen a door in their house that had a lock. When they lived alone together, they just burst into each other's room, however
George was a sensitive soul, an easily frightened one. And the two loved to scare people, so you know how that goes.
And three, George had been isolated from people for the last few years of his life, just him, a screen, and a camera.
Occasionally a delivery person when he ordered food but regardless, he was alone. Now, being around people all of a
sudden, it's taken a lot of weight just crashing down onto his shoulders. Dream and Sapnap were very social creatures,
they loved to give people bear hugs and couldn't live without speaking to someone within every hour. Let's just say the
roommate system wasn't the most perfect dish on the menu, but it was still an enjoyable meal.
"Georgeeeee!" Sapnap burst into George's bathroom, scaring the boy half to death, "cmon! I'm streaming! Hurry!"
"Sapnap get out! I could've been showering or getting dressed!" George exclaimed, Sapnap raising an eyebrow.
"So?"
George rolled his eyes, "so, I don't want you seeing me naked!" He yelled, this idiot.
Sapnap shrugged, and walked out the room, "we're both dudes, chill" he said, before leaving.
