DreamNotFound

Chapter 1

FYI: Dream has brown hair and green eyes in this- also, I'm not using Dream's IRL name because I   d o n ' t   w a n n a, sorry. ALSO, Dream and George live in the same house, because it makes everything easier. NOT READ THROUGH/LOOKED OVER. IGNORE SPELLING/GRAMMAR MISTAKES!
'Italics' are used for thoughts

Dream's POV

Dream sighed, turning off the stream then logging out of Minecraft, leaving Sapnap on his own to continue trying to get ender pearls for the recent end portal discorvery. He'd stand up, ignoring the sound that his chair made as it hit the fare wall, having been pushed too hard once the pale brunette stood up. The unknown faced male shut off his pc then turned, leaving his room to close the door behind him, once again gaining a loud noise. Dream was currently in a mixed state of exhaustion, from the long stream, and a blurred form of confusion, why he was confused exactly? Well, George, being the usual stubborn guy, declined saying that he loved Dream back, until about three hours into the stream, having been asked to return the saying several times repeatedly for the last hour, finally said the exact words of 'Fine, I love you too Dream,' then proceeded to leave the call and Minecraft, leaving the green-skinned male along with Sapnap, who was obviously equally confused.

He sighed softly, rubbing his wrist as he walked down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen 'Did I annoy him into saying that or something? He usually doesn't crack so easily.' Dream couldn't help but feel bad, believing that he'd just become too annoying for the colour-blind male. Either way, he pushed his feelings to the side, grabbing a glass from one of the cupboards then walking over to the sink to fill the glass with the now normal, lukewarm water. He muttered briefly, pulling the glass up to his lips to take a lasting sip before setting the glass on the counter. Dream sighed softly before moving away from the counter, heading back down the dimly lit hallway, then entering his room, walking how to his made bed. He grabbed his phone off the bed, setting it in the pocket of his grey coloured hoodie before once again heading back out of the room, this time leaving the door wide open.

He'd raise his hand, rubbing his cheek as he entered the kitchen, walking back over to the half-filled cup of water. Dream glanced over at the door which blocked his view into George's room, no light coming from the crack under the door, meaning the lights were out. He looked back at the glass before walking over to the door, knocking after a moment of hesitation. "Uh, who is it?" The familiar voice belonging to George questioned, muffled by the door. "Who do you think?" He'd gained no response but for the muffled sound of shuffling then the door creaking open, revealing a dark room and George, standing in the doorway, hair ruffled, eyes halfway closed due to obvious tiredness. His light blue hoodie shifted around, ruffled alike his hair. George'd reach down, fixing his black shorts, other hand staying on the door. "What's up?" The dark brown-haired male asked, somewhat leaning against the door as he raised his hand, rubbing his eyes to remove the sleepiness.

Dream briefly glanced them over before meeting eyes with them, holding back a rising blush. "Uhh, you okay?" "Mhm." George nodded softly, leaning against the door. "You sure?" "Of course I'm sure." "...Sure sure?" The second questioning of everything wasn't, per say, unusual for Dream, but it also wasn't usually unless something was wrong with him. "The real question here is are you okay?" "Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?" "You did the double question thing you do whenever something's wrong." "Double question?" "'Sure sure?' That thing." The response from dream took a moment, was he really okay or just saying that to cover up the confusion and weird feelings he had. "Yeah, I'm fine." Once George had gotten the response, he could tell something was wrong, not only because of the lasting pauses, but because of the confused dullness in his voice.

"Dream, what's wrong?" Yet again, silence for a solid minute or two. "Nothing." The same mixture of confusion and dullness laced the answer. George reaches out a hand, setting it on the taller male's shoulder, not breaking eye contact as he moved to be directly in the doorway, only about half a foot away from the other. "What's wrong?" Dreams' face was slowly coated in a faint blush, although it's not like it could be seen through the dimly lit hallway and the black room. "Nothing, d-don't worry about me." Luckily, Dreams' stutter went unnoticed by the half asleep male. "Mmm alright... If anything's wrong, you'll tell me, right?" "Mhm." "Alright." "Well, uhh- you should get back to sleep, you seem pretty tired." "You should sleep too." "I guess so." Dream turned, starting down the hallway. "Goodnight George." "G'night Dream."

Once Dream had entered his room, George backed up into his own room, shutting the door to be swallowed back up by the darkness. It took about a minute for his eyes to adjust to the blackness. He'd let a silent sigh slip from his mouth then moved back until his calves hit the edge of the bed, flopping down once that happened. He stared at his ceiling, watching the fan spin slowly, cooling down the warm summer air. George couldn't get the doubts out of his mind, thoughts buzzing around as if his brain was a beehive and was currently filled to the brim with the small, black and yellow creatures. 'I shouldn't have said that, especially on stream. But it's not like he knew what I meant, I mean, it's usual for him to say it to me anyways...' That was one of the many thoughts, the sound of buzzing in his ears soon being swallowed up as he focused on the rattling of the fan, which quickly lulled him into a deep sleep.

Short chapter, IK. But, It's not supposed to be long anywayysss. Thanks for reading, if you did. UwU
Word Count: 1044