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chapter | 10

Did George get bored? Did he ever get bored, laying in his bed, staring at his ceiling and talking to himself? Would he have rather called Dream, or better yet, invited him over? Did he wish Clay had never moved away?

Dream got bored. He always got bored sitting alone in the dorm that was far from home, staring at a ceiling that wasn't his and crying about all his dreadful mistakes. He would have rather called George, and talked with him, instead of beating himself up. He wished he never had a reason to move away.

Tears filled his eyes for a few seconds and he blinked them back.

"Wait!"

Dream jumped, his foot barely brushing the brake in surprise. "What?!"

"There! Look! Look!" Karl giddily pointed out the window as the car came to an abrupt stop. Sure enough, a lone bull moose stood in the undergrowth, barely peaking out from behind the trees.

It was majestic to say the least. It slowly wandered out onto the road, letting the passengers see its sheer size. Its horns were easily as wide as Clay's arm span,  if not larger. It stood still on the pavement, eyeing the vehicle with a hint of menace.

"How fast do you think we can reverse?" Clay hummed lowly as the moose's gaze only got more hungry.

"I don't think it'll charge us," Karl's laugh faltered. "Right?"

"Well, I'll be in the back, so I'll be fine," Sapnap reasoned, but he was leaned forward over the center console to see the beast easier.

The seconds awaiting for action fizzled into minutes, just as the moose adverted its eyes to the other side of the road. The trio followed its look, where a female moose stood patiently. She had no horns, unlike the male in front of them, and it made her look a lot less threatening.

Making a happy sounding call, the horned-moose trotted into the tree line with the female at his side, and Dream shook his head in disbelief. "That's crazy."

"Who would have thought we would get to see two!" Karl agreed, scrolling through the pictures on his phone. "I wonder what the others are doing?"

"I know Bad and Skeppy went into town for groceries," Nick recalled. "But everyone else was doing their own thing. I think we were gonna play corn hole tonight."

They turned around and drove back to the house, belting out lyrics that were completely off beat and not even close to the real lyrics, but having fun nonetheless. Nothing mattered, and that was okay.

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"Bad, you need some help?" Clay offered some time later as Bad swept around the kitchen with multiple ingredients in his hand. Since Red and Ant had left, he had no little helpers, and the blond was bored so he wanted to help.

"Oh, if you could spare some time for me!" Darryl pointed to a cutting board. "Would you mind just cutting the vegetables over there? I can do everything else."

"Of course! I don't mind." It was rather therapeutic, really, as the kitchen blade cleanly sliced through each vegetable and fruit alike. He found himself working better in the silent presence of another, as they easily moved around as if they had done this for ages. 

Little did he know how long the preparations really took, as soon the entire household was at the kitchen table playing a board game. He looked up briefly from the basil he was shredding, his heart thumping uncomfortably when he saw the happy smile on George's face.

Bad tapped on his opposite shoulder, and Clay leapt back with surprise. Bad casually retrieved the silverware from the drawer beneath him, sparing a sympathetic glance at him. "I won't ask, but there's clearly something wrong."

"Just... confused, I guess."

"Asking doesn't hurt." Bad returned back to the plates he was preparing.

"Unless you've asked countless upon countless times," Dream pointed out meekly. "I wish I could, Bad. I really do. But it's out of my hands now."

"If you say so. Hey, pass the salt, you muffin head."

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Dream spat into the sink, pocketing his toothbrush back into the holder. He splashed a fair amount of water on his face and walked out of the vanity, just as George mindlessly brushed past him to use the bathroom.

Clay listened to the door shut behind him and leaned against the wall beside it with his arms crossed. A determined expression was stagnant on his face, and although his plan wasn't full proof, it would work. He blinked at the ceiling, wishing for some type of advice written out in ink, but it was staring blankly back at him.

George gave him a confused and worried look as he opened the door, only for Clay to flip around and close the distance between them. George's back was pressed against the closed door while Dream's hands were on either side of George's face, and his body effectively blocking any route for escape. Anyone who walked in would be pleasantly and justifiably scared. In the dim light of the shared room, shock registered on the brunettes face before the blush swallowed it. 

"I think I deserve the truth."

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an: filler chap but im posting the next chapter in the next 4 hours or so also blame my friend for the last scene i was gonna make it more wholesome but we needed some dom dream sorry not sorry (but i am sorry) (not)

fun fact: i had written most of the moose encounter but then i had a irl animal encounter when a coyote or something literally TORE up my amazon prime package??? HELP LMFAO

i also wrote this during mcc smh