"Come on." Dream's tone matched the softness of the squeeze George felt on his waist. He looked over into Dream's room, then to his friend's face. He tried to think about anything at all but nothing was able to form in his empty head, so he smiled with a huff and finally responded. "You're actually an idiot," George laughed, and the blond pushed his shoulder gently, closing the door behind them. or; Dream and George share a bed because their friends took up too much space in their house. (1645 words)