a little kiss (DNF)

a little kiss

They have a storage filled with sweets on their staircase upwards. (Who does that?) 

It was around 2 am in the morning when George snuck through the flat, trying to avoid the noise that came within walking. He didn't want to wake Dream sleeping two rooms next to where he was standing, or, rather walking, now. He didn't want to wake him because...well, he knew Dream was exhausted due to their latest YouTube project and definitely needed the rest...or maybe it was just because George was a little bit ashamed.

He didn't necessarily need Dream to know he was planning to eat sweets in the middle of the night. He will know tomorrow, when he looks into the fridge, idiot, George realized and would've given himself a face-palm if he wasn't tired.

The thing is, he'd just woken up from - what could it have been? - 3 hours of sleep? He'd gone to bed a little sooner than usual. 

Yeah, to clarify this, George's schedule of sleep wasn't the very best right now. In fact, it was rather fucked up.
He understood why he woke up now, but that didn’t explain how he felt tired like hell. He and Dream had done a 24-hour stream just about two days ago. 

It was sensible to feel like shit after not sleeping for so long, if you thought about it. 

We definitely underestimated that challenge, the twenty-year-old thought as he opened the fridge and cringed slightly at the light short after. What was to see there in the fridge wasn't exactly pleasant for the hungry, sugar-craving eye of his. In the fridge, there was nothing. Well, nothing except a few vegetables- there was a cucumber, some salad and onions and a few more uninteresting foods that didn’t qualify for what he was looking for at all. 
Besides, Ew, onions. George made a face and let out a quiet, frustrated groan. And no chocolate.
Normally there should be. Did Dream rob this place or what? 

Great, now that totally ruined George's mood. (seriously.) He slammed the heavy door of the fridge and left the kitchen, proceeding to look up to their secret storage of sweets.
It's actually funny if we're ever gonna explain why we've got an extra, hidden stock for sweets to other people.

He yawned.
Come on, that's not an unusual or odd weird thing to do, right?
 George unlocked the door leading to the staircase where the whole sweet treasure was hoarded by them quietly, and careful to not only wake Dream, but also Patches, their cat, on his way.

George crept up the stairs, not before he settled the flashlight on his phone to see anything after all. 

Without any other light besides the phone though, the cold staircase seemed rather unwelcoming, pretty creepy even. George didn't realise it, although a shiver kept raising up his arm. 

He didn't realize because all his focus was on the sweets beneath him. 
They had chocolate, lots of cookies and he even spotted fruit gums. His eyes seemed to seize over the view he got. 

His mouth watering, he kneeled down to choose whatever he wanted, planning his choice of food to be very selective just because he had the opportunity to. 

A sudden, warm hand on his shoulder immediately froze his actions. His blood ran cold within the matter of milliseconds.

George screamed out of shock and jumped, however he covered his mouth early enough to not wake up the whole building they had their little flat in. 
"Jesus, Clay!" He yelped, recognizing his friend even in the blinding dark. Yet, George still was scared out of his mind for a few seconds, only until he heard Dream - Clay - giggling and trying to hold his laughter back. 

"Why’d you scare me like that? I almost thought I was going to die for a second!" (George really was convinced of that.)
"Really? That’s not an honorable way to go."