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STILL SICK BUT SOMEHOW STILL ALIVE.

my internet cut out all day yesterday, and I had a thing to do today so.. argghhh! I couldn't
even log into Wattpad!!! Anywho, HOPE YOU ENJOY ❤️💗💗💕💘💖💓❣️

Dream rewinded the same clip over and over again, making sure it was good till moving onto the next section
of the video. He had told George that the editing would only take about and hour and a half, however, it had
already taken two hours. George had come in and out the room, sometimes just to look at Dream for a minute
or two, before leaving, he thought it was peculiar, but he didn't say anything.

He laid back in his chair, watching with a smile as he had finally finished the editing. He looked at the corner
of his computer screen, seeing the time "11 pm.." He thought, ruffling his hand through his hair "maybe I should
go to bed.. wait" his eyes went wide "I forgot about George.." he bounced out of his chair and speed walked to
his door, walking towards the brunettes room, feeling a little guilty, how did he forget?

He opened the door, noticing that the brunette was absent from the room, he shrugged, no worry. He must be
in Dreams room.

Dream instead, started walking towards his room, passing by Sapnaps, tempted to go in there and annoy him
while he streamed, but decided against it. He opened his bedroom door, looking around to see the bed empty, but
heard a slight shuffling at his right. He looked over to see George's wide eyes, his cheeks tear stained as he hid
something behind himself.

Dream instantly went into a worried state, closing the door quickly behind him before rushing over to George,
crouching down beside him, asking if he was okay. The brunette slightly moved away, looking to the ground.
Dream raised an eyebrow, "George?" He asked, no response. He knew it was abuse of it, but it was the only
way to ever get the brunette to speak. He took a deep breath, leaning forward as he cupped George's face with
one hand "sugar I need to know what's wrong, I promise, I can help you.." he said in a soft voice, looking into
George's eyes. George looked surprised of the nickname, blush coursing onto his face as he looked to the floor.

He was silent for a moment, probably stalling time. Dream noticed him push something away from Dreams view
with his arm, which, didn't get past him, but he'd find out later. George closed his eyes, two more tears pushing
their way out "I just.." his voice stopped, making him open his eyes to look up at Dream "be honest Dream.. are
you bored of me..?" Dreams eyes went a little wider, George continuing "do you still love me..?"

Hearing the words come out of George's mouth with such pain and worry, was this something he had been
building up over time? Dream hoped not. Dream traced George's cheek with his thumb, adorning all the
small features of his face, even with slight tear stains, he still looked like a perfect, beautiful, boyfriend.

Dream looked back up at his eyes, smiling slightly "you were not and will never be some free trial George."
Dream said, letting his words sink into the silence for a minute "you are very special to me.. I don't know
where I would be if you weren't around George.. whether it be across an ocean or right next door, I'll never
get bored of you" he said, as he wiped away some of George's tears, smiling softly at the brunette boy.

George looked over at the arm which was reached out towards him, slowly touching it and bringing it close.
Dream smiled as George cuddled up to his arm, he knew George wasn't an affectionate person, unless you
knew him very well. Dream attempted to look past George, but then just looked back at him, with questioning
eyes, "sugar?"

George's face blushed red, to his ears, as he hid behind Dreams arm. He closed his eyes, and nodded, hiding
as much of his face as possible. Dream smiled softly, "may I see what you were hiding? I promise whatever
it is, I don't mind" Dream smiled, George's eyes looking up a little as George looked back, behind himself, then
back at Dream.

"...well.." his soft voice said, a little muffled by the tallers sweater sleeve, "I guess.." he said, hesitantly. He
reached behind himself, grabbing the object before looking back at Dream, who smiled with patience.

George slowly brought a box into view, it was about the size of a dinner plate. Dream took the box, confused,
he had never seen it before. Maybe it was something George brought from England? But how long? How had
Dream not noticed it? Whatever.

He lifted the lid, placing it down beside him as he rested the box into his lap, pulling out a small image. He
looked at the image and saw his own reflection, a picture of Dream smiling with his eyes closed, he remembered
that day, it was when they went to Dreams mothers house for Christmas, since, George didn't have family
in America. The image looked like George had taken it from the height distance, and it was a good photo.

Dream looked up at George, who was blushing a lot, "Angel why do you have these?" Dream asked, George
looking up slightly at the photograph in Dreams hands, before slowly taking it, and looking down at it.

"I'd.. usually look at them when I feel sad or alone.. there's other stuff too but-"

Dream instantly dug through the box, picking out a load of photos of himself, something's alone and
sometimes with George. However, there were gifts that Dream had given George in the past, the colorblind
glasses sat in a black case, along with two necklaces that Dream had sent from florida for both George's,
birthday and his channel anniversary. Dream blushed red as he saw a small pile of love letters at the
bottom, all of them in shades of blue so that George could see them. He had kept them?

Dream looked up at George who was trying and failing to hide his blush "I-I just wanted to be reminded
that you were around.. that's all" he said, as he looked down at the floor.

Dream set the box aside himself, slowly going over to George before being his head in, giving him a tight
hug, "George.. I'm not leaving you for weeks.. I promise. No more editing!" Dream announced, getting a
light hearted giggle out of George.

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