Dream doesn't look all that impressed, and George is looking at him like a madman.
"C'mon Dream! Don't tell me you've never had a sleepover before!" he exclaims from across the table, slamming his hands down for emphasis, "Wow, you really are lame."
"No, no that's not it," Dream defends as he looks up at George with a sour face, "But isn't that what we're basically going to be doing the rest of your time here?"
George sighs as he slams his palms together and points his fingers toward Dream, "Did your 'sleepovers' involve you and your friend sleeping in two different rooms on two different floors?"
Something dawns on Dream's face, "You wanna... sleep together?"
That startles George, and he opens his mouth to say something, only to have nothing come out.
"Oh! Oh," Dream quickly realizes his wording, "No! I didn't mean it like- oh my god, George. Okay, you know I- Stop looking at me like that."
George can tell from the stammering that Dream is flustered, and feels his own confidence growing by the second. It's a strange thing. It's as if they share one body of confidence, and if one person gets too cocky the other person suddenly experiences a lack of it and vice versa.
"Oh my, Dream," he teases, adding a seductive tint to his voice, "I didn't know you thought about me that way."
Immediately after he says that, George regrets it. He feels his cheeks flaming up and drops his forehead to the table.
"Okay, never mind," George reverts back to his normal tone of voice, "That's so much easier to do over calls."
"Aww," now it's Dream's turn to hoard all the confidence, "Is wittle George fwustered? Are you shwy?"
"Shut up Mr. I-Trip-Over-My-Own-Words," George snaps back, though his tone is light and the corners of his lips are tugged upwards, "Can we please get back on topic?"
"Okay, yes. So you want us to, um... rest! You want us to rest in the same space?"
"Something like that, yes, but a sleepover is so much more!" George gestures with his hands in an attempt to completely sell his point to Dream.
Dream narrows his eyes, "If I remember correctly, Fundy said something about staying at your house and how that was your first sleepover."
George suddenly looks abashed, "That might be true."
"Wait, so you're giving me all this talk about sleepovers and you've only had one before?" Dream has a shit-eating smile on his face that George wants to wipe off, "Do you even know what you're supposed to do during sleepovers then?"
"Ye- yes?" George answers meekly, suddenly a little self-conscious now that Dream's exposed his lack of sleepover-having, "You watch movies and eat popcorn and then stay up way too late talking and laughing?"
A look of approval crosses Dream's face, "Honestly, that's pretty accurate. Did you do that with Fundy?"
George picks at his fingernails, "No. He stayed with me more out of necessity than for fun. But we talked a little."
There's silence on Dream's end, and when George looks up he finds him seeming to be engaged in some sort of an intellectual internal turmoil. His brows are furrowed and his chin is resting on his hands, which almost makes him look like he's praying.
"George," he finally says after a moment of silence, "You know what?"
"What?" George feels the anticipation surging through him as he awaits Dream's response. He has a feeling he'll like it.
"Let's do it. I'll be your first official sleepover, and we're gonna have the best time."
"Woo!" George cheers and pumps his fists in front of his chest. It's an awkward little gesture, but it expresses his excitement well enough.
"Okay, what do we do now? It's pretty early in the afternoon."
There's silence as suddenly Dream and George come to the realization at the same time.
"Dream..."
"George..."
"Is it just me or did we just go in a big circle and go back to where we started?"
Three hours later, George emerges from his room with bleary eyes and stiff muscles. He wanders into the kitchen and looks in disdain at the bag of dried mango still resting on the table. He battles the urge to knock it off the edge of the table completely, but remembers himself and refuses to feed more catboy George allegations.
Dream is probably in his room, being the productive maniac he is, and George decides it's time for them to finally actually do something together.
Previously at the kitchen table, it was decided between them that sleepovers usually don't start at 2 p.m. in the afternoon. They agreed that it'd be best for them to spend a little time apart and get some things crossed off of their respective to-do lists.
So they parted ways and George went back upstairs to pretend that he was, in fact, very busy and totally needed a few hours to sort out his business. At first, he was productive. He looked through his calendar for upcoming filming, brainstormed quite a few good ideas for when he and Dream eventually reveal the meet-up, and cleared up cluttered chats and servers from his Discord.
When he realized that doing that had taken a grand total of forty minutes, George gave up, took out his phone, and began social-media scrolling. To his delight, when he checked the time after browsing through Twitter and Tik Tok, a little more than an hour had passed. He kept going for another thirty minutes, and then eventually became bored of that too.
Having exhausted all the entertainment his phone could provide him, George moved back to the computer and began scrolling through lists of activities to do during sleepovers. Mentally, he crossed off all activities that required going outside or moving around. Next, he got rid of anything too childish. And then gone were the activities that required materials they did not have.
By the time George was finished with his elimination, there was barely anything left to do. Crossly, he glanced up at the time and prayed that it would finally be reasonable to go find Dream so they can start their sleepover.
The clock read 4:57
Good enough, George thought, and he made his way out the door.
George in the present, who doubly confirmed that Dream had no good snacks in the house, presses his ear up against the door of Dream's room and listens. Faintly, there's the sound of a mouse clicking and then keyboard typing. As George thought, Dream is actually being productive. He shoves open the door.
"Dream! Time to hang out. Get your lazy bum off of that chair and let's go do something," he said into the dark room, a little louder than he would normally talk to compensate for the thick layer of headphones between them.
A moment later, Dream takes off those chunky headphones and stretches his arms to the ceiling.
"Careful with shoving doors open," he said through a yawn, "Patches might be there."
"Oh! Right, sorry," George looked a little guilty, "Can't have Patches hurt."
"All good," Dream stood up and kicked his legs out, "Have we finally figured out what it is that we're going to do?"
Perhaps it was from not talking for a few hours, but Dream's voice had taken on a bit of a raspy edge to it, and George does not notice it and is not affected by it at all. In fact, his posture is not one bit frozen or unnatural as he replies, "Well, first, we're... what was I gonna say? I had something and I just completely- ugh."
"Oh I hate it when that happens," Dream sympathizes, "Did it have anything to do with eating or food? 'Cause I'm starving and would like some food."
"You're a genius, Dream!" with Dream's prompting the memory comes rushing back to George, "I was gonna say, we should probably order some take out."
"Same mind, we're literally the best," Dream raises his hand and it takes George a moment to realize that he's asking for a high-five.
This would be the first time I high-fived Dream, George thinks as he pulls his hand back and slams it against Dream's upheld palm. It was over so quickly, but not quickly enough for George to ignore the size difference of their hands.
If George made a fist, Dream's hand could probably curl over it entirely and then some.
He does not let his mind linger for a little too long on the implications of Dream having big hands.
Not at all.
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Kang's Note: Why am I like this. I plan out a chapter and then I write three chapters because I love getting the details of their interactions. Anyways I don't know why but my writing style for this chapter was a bit different and I don't know how to feel about that. Cool. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I appreciate you! Have a wonderful day and go look at cool stickers.