The two friends enjoyed a peaceful breakfast together, exchanging funny stories about the other's lives. Once they had both finished eating, Dream took the 'responsibility' of placing the dishes in the sink, rejecting George's offer to clean them saying he'd "clean them later." Dream also rejected George's help cleaning up his house, telling him to just sit back while he does it, requesting him to think of what they could do after he finished up.
"Dream just let me help it'll go faster!" George begged as Dream lightly pushed George in the direction of the couch.
"No! It's my mess I'll do it" he laughed. It was too early in the morning for George to push any further, so he listened, falling onto the couch with his arms crossed. As soon as Dream began cleaning up, George decided to make this fun. Pulling out his phone, he tapped on his music app, pressing play on whatever song decided to pop up. Maniac by Conan Grey. "More music??" Dream exclaimed, exaggeration evident in his tone.
"Well if you're not going to let me help I'm forcing you to at least have fun doing it." George responded, standing up excitedly. He scanned the room for any object that could representing, his gaze landing on a remote. He hurried to grab the remote, pivoting sharply as he holds up the object as if it were a microphone. He dramatically mouthed the words to the song, acting as one would if they were performing at a concert. He bounced around the room a little, trying to get Dream to join him.
"George you're such an idiot" He laughed as he walks over to the bin to discard empty cups, his confused gaze staying on George 'dancing' around the room carelessly.
"Am I? hmm" he pretended to think as Dream walked back into the living room. He suddenly reached for Dreams hands, pulling him around.
"George!" He yelled in response.
"Come on" George said laughing, dragging out the 'n' of the word 'on.'
"No way sorry"
George shrugged his shoulders as he waited for the pre chorus of the song to come on.
"Cause people like you always want back what they can't have, But I'm past that and you kno-" He 'sang,' which sounded like a teen girl in 2011 screaming Justin Bieber lyrics at his concert with their voice lost, but was cut off by Dream clasping a hand over his mouth.
"Oh my god shut up!!" He wheezed. "You sound horrible- GEORGE ew!" He yelled, removing his hand, which George had the audacity to lick, from his mouth, and rubbing it on his jeans.
"Well when you put your hand over someone like me's mouth, what do you expect to happen?"
"You're actually such an idiot"
So maybe George was being slightly childish, but Dream found it to be incredibly difficult to take his eyes off the British boy trying to force him to dance. He felt genuine joy bubbling in his chest at the bright shine in George's eyes and the giggles erupting from his friend. George began to 'sing' along with the lyrics, only to be cut off by Dream yet again,
"If I dance with you will you be quiet?" He jokingly questioned, a remote being shoved into his hand in return. "I'll take that as a yes" He added once George began scanning the room for another object to use. Dream quickly ran into the kitchen, grabbing a ladle and handing it to George upon his re-entry.
Dream rolled his eyes before pointing his finger at George, mouthing the words "you just went too far, wrecked your car, called me crying in the dark" adding dramatic hand gestures to enhance the performance.
The two boys eventually lost themselves in the music, laughing at the other's movements. They danced together, neither one caring about how dumb they looked. They pulled at each others hands, sang into non existent microphones, and bounced around. It was the most Dream had smiled in a very long time. Time seemed to fly by as more and more songs ended and another one came on. However, after about 10 minutes of this behaviour, the boys found themselves drained of energy, falling onto opposite ends of the couch. George reached for his phone, pressing pause, prompting silence to fill the room.
After a short minute, George turned to face Dream, a smile plastered on each of their faces. They both erupted into a fit of laughter, clutching onto their stomachs from laughing too hard. It took them a couple minutes to calm down, for it was difficult because every time they would seem to calm down, one of the two would giggle again, sending both of them into a laughing fit.
"So?"
"Ok I will admit" Dream paused, "That was really fun."
"Wow I was expecting some sarcastic comment"
"Who's to say that wasn't sarcastic?" Earning himself a slap on the shoulder, putting his arms up in defence as he repeated "I'm just kidding"
"I told you," to which Dream smugly hummed in response. "Oh wait I have something for you" George added, pulling up his photos on his phone, searching for the album full of screen shots of tweets.
"For me?"
"Yep" He said handing the phone to dream. "There are a couple hundred in there just to warn you"
Dream began to scroll through the tweets George had taken pictures of, his head shooting up in the direction of George. "Did you seriously get hundreds of people to just tell me nice things?"
"Well yes and no. I did ask people to send stuff, but its not all just nice messages. There's some art, memes, jokes, you know. Oh! Like that one" George exclaimed looking over at the small screen. They made eye contact, neither threatening to break it until Dream's lips morphed into a warm smile.
"Thank you George"
"Of course" He replied as Dream began to continue looking through each tweet intensively. He let out a wheeze at one of the memes, motioning George to look at it. George inched himself closer to his friend in order to see what he was laughing at. As time passed, the two looked through the tweets, laughing at some of the images.
Dream was met with wave of warmth and a shiver down his spine as George's chin rested on his shoulder, for the Brit was tired of holding his own head up in the position he was in. Dream hesitated for a moment, debating on whether he wanted to ask the question in his head. The out come of his actions would either work out great, or very poorly.
"Are you uncomfortable?" He asked quietly, turning his head to look at his friend.
"Kinda, but its ok"
Dream shifted his posture so that he was fully leaning on the plush pillows of the couch. This caused George to be in front of him, rather than behind him where he would have to look over his shoulder. He snaked his right arm around George, pulling him back so that he was leaning on his chest. While Dream was decent at hiding the heat that rose to his cheeks, the red blush was evident on George's fair skin.
"Is this more comfortable?"
Struggling to not choke, George coughed and replied "Yeah."
The two kept eye contact, slow but heavy breaths escaping Dream's lips. Though he tried to stop himself, he couldn't help but to glance at George's lips, but looked back up at his eyes in a split second. Whilst he prayed George didn't notice, he did. He felt his heart spike as he caught sight of George's gaze flickering quickly from his eyes to his lips, just like he had just done.
George raised a hand to his mouth as he coughed, sending Dream back into reality, both boys setting their focus on the photos again.
The tension went away as soon as it came due to the humour in the tweets they looked at. Plus, they both found themselves relaxing into each other the further into the screen shots they saw.
As they passed the last couple tweets, Dream quietly said to George, "Thank you for doing this. Means a lot"
"Of course" He replied with a warm smile before asking, "So what are we doing today?"
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sorry this took so long. Im legit so excited for the ideas I have for the next chapters, but I need your opinion.
Im so bad at slow burns, but I don't want this book to move insanely fast. HOWEVER, I have so many cute/fluff ideas, and of course we would still have the plot running. My question is, would you rather I slow it down a couple chapters and make their "romantic" relationship happen later (And after a tiny bit of angst), or just kinda let it happen in the next chapter-2 chapters where the angst would end with something really freaking wholesome? Idk if I make sense but I just have certain events that can only happen if they've admitted feelings I guess. LMK if you would rather me wait, or if you just want me to roll with a crap ton of wholesome stuff.
that prob made no sense big L