rooftops

chapter 2 ~ music

•mature language

//Dreams pov

I'd gotten over the flu a couple days ago, and driven back to New York just yesterday afternoon.

I had driven back up to Florida as soon as the mild flu symptoms hit.

I didn't want to be sick up in the big city where I had nobody, so i packed up my apartment and drove home for a couple days.

It was good to see my mom, dad and even Drista, but i didnt want to end up getting too attached and not wanting to leave.

So as soon as I began feeling better, I promised my mom I'd come see her again soon and left for my second home.

A few hours after I get home, my phone pings from the other room. Its a text from Sapnap.

'How are you, did you make the drive back okay?' hes asking.

I drop down onto my bed and slide into our conversation.

'Yeah I made it back fine, I'm about to shower, can I call you later?' I type out.

'Sure dude, thats fine, I'll talk to you later' he replies.

I toss my phone down on my bed and go to grab some clothes and a towel, when my phone pings again.

Curiosity gets the best of me as I walk over to the bed and grabbed my phone.

'Are you gonna be here tonight?' it reads, I check the name and its from Ranboo.

'Be where?' I reply, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

'The concert Dream, the big one we've been planning for a while now' he texts me back.

Oh shit.

My head begins to race, I'd completely forgotten all about it. Shit.

'Yeah, I'll be there' I reply to Ranboo, plugging in my phone and running for the shower.

Its a short shower, im feeling more rushed then I was a few minutes ago. When im out I  pick up my phone to check the time. 9pm.

I can feel myself starting to calm down, I have at least an hour before i needed to get going.

So I chill out, get myself dressed and grab something to eat.

After grabbing simple and quick food I sit myself down at my gaming chair, beginning to scroll through my twitter feed.

Im near closing the app, before deciding to swipe across and look at whatevers trending at the moment.

My eyes drag through the list until something catches my attention,

Wilbur Soot.

Wilburs trending? Whys Wilbur trending? I tap into the hashtag and begin to scroll.

Near the top of the hashtag there was a picture of a blonde boy with a headset on, smiling and giving a thumbs up.

I think hes the one taking the photo. In the backround I can see Wilbur sat on his living room couch smiling, and beside him is a boy.

A boys face that I knew, even if I hadnt seen it in years.

Thats George, I can tell its George.

It wasnt fifteen or sixteen year old George, but I knew it was him.

Why was George with Wilbur? Why was George in New York?

After all these years ive spent ignoring him, his phone calls, his text messages, he shows up in New York, the one place where I have to be.