Sweater Weather

Dream

George's POV

"Hey gogy!"
He loved the sound of Dreams voice. So pure. So sweet

"Hey Dream! Did you listen to that song I told you about?"

"Ummmm yeah." He was hesitant when he spoke. "It was really, really good. I felt like the music, I don't know sunk into me if that makes sense."

George completely understood. Like the music ran through his bones and filled his heart with warmth. The same feeling he got from Dream...

"Yeah i get it, so snow?! You're so lucky what the hell"

"I know right! It was so unexpected and I love the snow. The nostalgia it brings me and......"

George tuned out completely after that. All he could do was stare at Dream. Just looking into his forest green eyes getting lost in the beauty. He felt special knowing that he was the only one who knew what he looked like.

"........What about you George?" He says breaking George from his daydream.

"Hmm?"

"Which is your favorite season?"

"Oh I guess I like the spring time, all the flowers blooming and such"

"You wanna know something?"

"Of course"

"I can't get that damn song out of my head"
He said with a giggle and slightly blushing

"Me either"

"Hold on, Hey Alexa play Sweater Weather by the neighborhood"

George was caught off guard

All of a sudden Dream picks up a pen from his desk and starts singing with song, using it as a microphone.

Next thing George knows all he sees and hears is Dream screaming all the words to sweater weather. He soon joins in.

"SHE KNOWS WHAT I THINK ABOUT, AND WHAT I THINK ABOUT, ONE LOVE, TWO MOUTHS, ONE LOVE, ONE HOUSE, NO SHIRT, NO BLOUSE, JUST US, YOULL FIND OUT. NOTHING I REALLY WANNA TELL YOU ABOUT NO!"

They were singing in unison. Just completely vibing. Both had an ear to ear smile of genuine happiness. Neither one of them noticed the others expressions, being to lost in the words. In the moment.

George stopped for a moment. He was giggling so much, getting lost in the song. You know if he wasn't screaming, Dream would actually be a decent singer. His voice sounded similar to the singer of the song itself just a little more raspy. Before he knew it George was blushing, A LOT.

"Georgieeeeee why'd you stop singing?" He used his voice that sounded like a sad child . The music got quieter as his fingers adjusted the volume mid sentence.

"You're adorable"

".....what?"

Hey y'all! Sorry for taking forever too post this. I've been kind of busy recently. Also um sorry for short chapters I'm kind of ass at writing 😀👍. But I hope you guys are enjoying it :)