Assistant || DNF

Chp. 2: Coffee Shop

(The video above has to do with the whole coffee shop theme so play that once we get to that part if you want)

The day was finally over and George decided just to get some sleep, he was honestly to tired to do anything else anyway.

He was woken up by somebody calling him from his phone.

He answered it, not bothering to check who it was and just said "whaattt.." in a low, annoyed voice.

"Hello! Uhh.. sorry to bother, were you sleeping?"

George was still kind of out of it at the moment so he couldn't fully recognize the voice but it was familiar, he assumed it was one of his friends calling from England.

"What do you think? YES, I was asleep?! Asshole.", George said. George was never someone who was in a good mood when he was woken up from his sleep (I think I'm talking about myself at this point 😃👋).

"I was just trying to tell you that there won't be any work tomorrow. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.."

"No, I woke up because YOU called me."

That's when it clicked, this was his boss.

"SHIT- SORRY, SORRY!"

"It's fine, please do refrain from calling me an asshole though. I have to go now, goodbye."

Dream's POV/Third Person:

Dream clicked the hang up button and just laid there in his bed.

If Dream was being honest, George gave him butterflies. He just carried positive energy with him everywhere, it was so sweet and wholesome.

George was the definition of perfect. I mean at least to Dream he was.

It was an awkward relationship the two friends shared, but most definitely one worth keeping.

But..

Friends?

For some odd reason, that word didn't feel right to Dream. (STAN THE PERSON WHO CORRECTED ME IN THE COMMENTS, THANK YOU-)

"Whatever, just let it go", he thought to himself as he got out of bed to go to his favorite coffee shop.

The coffee shop was close to his house, he could probably walk if he wanted to.

He got dressed, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door, making sure to lock the door behind him. He got in his car and just started driving.

Dream felt like he was driving himself insane. At every stop light or every chance he even had to think about George, he was already thinking of him.

Why was this happening now?

Suddenly he was their at the coffee shop, like nothing happened at all.

He stepped out of his car and went inside.

He went to the coffee shop all the time so he knew most of the staff and other customers who come in a lot but when he walked in, there was a new face.

Standing in the line close to the door was a short boy, average height but compared to Dream he was short.
His hair was fluffy, from behind at least.

While looking at the boy he turned around and looked up at the tall blonde standing behind him. It was george.

"George?"

"Uh- person?"

"WAIT DREAM?"

That's when George realized the statement he had made about dream being ugly, was wrong.

Everybody turned to look the two. Anybody would recognize that name, it was the name of the CEO of the top company in the world.

Everybody started whispering. Nobody had ever seen his face before except for close family and childhood friends. If they had seen his face, they wouldn't have recognized him.

Dream made eye contact with George and just waved a little at everyond with a soft smile on his face (he really said "hey besties ☺👋").

He then grabbed George by the arm and pulled him out of the shop.

"Why'd you say that?"

"Ouch! what was that for?!"

"Sorry, sorry, did I hurt you?"

"A little but it's fine and say what.?"

"You realize that because you just said that someone felt the need to take a picture and post it on Instagram, take a look."

He showed George a picture on Instagram with a caption that read, "um didn't expect a famous person to show up in my favorite coffee shop".

"I'm sorry, I didn't know.. I mean it was bound to come out anyway."

"Just like you."

"DREAM! WHAT THE-"

Dream started laughing and just went back inside.

"Asshole."

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It is i, Eden.

I hereby summon you so I can apologize for the short chapter.
It was written with deep thought, though none of which I truly used my cerebrum for. This chapter was simply shorter than the others as I am trying to speedrun to chapter 6-9 as those will probably be the most well planned and most interesting chapters, especially chapter 8.

Farewell,

-Eden

(bro I need to stop writing like I'm from 1843, sending a letter to my secret girlfriend who I plan on running away with to a little cottage in Italy)