"How did you even find my account?" He asked. Shit, what do I say to that? "I saw your account on my you might want to follow thing, and thought you looked h- weird. I thought you looked weird." Oh my fucking god. Nice one George. Dream just wheezed, "What were you going to say Georgie?" He asked smirking. I rolled my eyes and flipped him off, we can actually see now because it's 5:49.

I groaned. "What the fuck was that George?" Dream wheezed, "A groan?" What's his pro- "Oh shit! No you asshole, I'm just bored! What the fuck?" He just wheezed again, he honestly might die if he laughs like this all the time. The air in his lungs is just going to leave.

I hate and love his laugh, well wheeze. I hate it because it makes me laugh, but then I love it because it's so contagious and he always squints his eyes when he laughs, and his face goes red from laughing so much, it's adorable. It's just an amazing laugh.

"Do you have TikTok?" He asked now sitting up and facing me instead of lying down. "Mhm. What did you think woke you up?" I turned my head to look at him, still making sure that Karl wasn't awake. "That was you? Asshole." I giggled, "Oops. Anyway, what's your TikTok?" I ask, he just shrugs. "You'll have to find it." He smirked. "I can just look at Karl's following." I smirk back, he stops smirking and grabs his phone. "Shit." He mumbled.

I grabbed my phone going on to TikTok, after checking my volume of course, and going into Karl's account. Holy shit, he follows over 100 people? This is going to take awhile.

My thumb hurts. I can't even find him, I can only find people like Mr beast? Chris? Chandler? The fuck? Anyway, more scrolling. "Fuck you." I whisper-yell showing my phone to Dream. His account was up, he has 142.3k followers and post dancing videos but holy. They're even better than his Instagram posts, and that's saying something. "Heh I guess you found it." He rubs the back of his neck, face red from.. embarrassment maybe?

His best video is defiantly the one to the song Batman by Lpb Poody. Like I mean.. hot. I followed him and scrolled through his account for a bit, Dream was on his phone doing god knows what and everyone else was still asleep. They're lucky it's 6 am otherwise I'd be waking them up then running for my life.

I'm not surprised he has so many followers, each one of his videos makes you love him even more. Not me though.... we're just friends. "We have school tomorrow." Dream mumbles, I groan, "Why remind me? I don't even have anything to do." I go quite thinking of what I could do. Stink or smoke bomb? Slime? I could code something? "Why do you always do something? Like can't you go one school day without bullying the teachers or students?" "Yes, I do have to do something. I didn't get sent here by my parents just to stop and be boring." He just put his hands up defensively, "Okay okay, I'm sorry." I just ignored him and closed my eyes, maybe I can sleep for a bit.

"George!" What the fuck? "Dream?" I yell, where the fuck is he? Where am I? Where's Karl? Where's Sapnap? Where's Quackity? "George!" Again with this? "Where are you?" I yell looking around but there's nothing. Just a field and a few trees, and some smoke. Wait smoke? Shit! I started running towards the smoke. "George!" Fear. His voice was full of fear. I ran faster, even though my body ached and legs begged me to stop I didn't. I have to get to Dream.

"George help me!" Shit. "Dream?" I yell, I just get a scream in reply. I finally see it, a house. My house. Dream's inside and I can hear... laughter? Is that my dad? Oh shit. "Dream!" I scream running into the house, I don't care about the smoke or flames around me, I just need to find Dream. "George!" My room. I run up the stairs and take a left, my bedroom door is open and Dream is on his knees my dad holding a lighter next to him. "We sent you away to fix you George. Not find a stupid boyfriend like this guy." He spits, kicking Dream onto the floor. The building is slowly getting warmer and I can smell the smoke entering the room.

"Let him go!" I yell, my dad just laughs. "18 years George. 18 years! I've raised you for 18 years and yet you still have to go and break the rules. We gave you everything!" He yells, I scoffed. "Yeah, you locked me away in my shitty room and then gave me money to act like you loved me! Great parents. At least Dream actually cares for me!" I yells stepping closer to my father. I can hear Dream's cries from beside me, "You really believe that, son?" He laughs. "Do you Dream? Do you care for my son?" Dream's looks up at me, "Yeah, I do. I love you George." I smile, so does he. "I- I love you too." I kneel down and hug him, he hugs back.

He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, his green eyes? Stupid colourblindness, still as pretty as ever and his lips tilted upwards into a smile. He looks down at my lips and then back up to my eyes, he leans in slowly. His soft lips meet mine and I feel like my world stopped, like it's just us and nothing else matters. My parents aren't there, we can be happy. It's just us too. Dream pulls away first, he starts coughing. "Are you okay?" I ask, concerned. He just coughs harder and I can hear my dad laugh, "Smoke finally got to him eh? Better luck next time George." He smirks and leaves the house.

I hold Dream in my arms, he's still coughing but his eyes are slowly closing. "Hey, hey. Hold on for me, please? Just a little longer i promise. I love you." I smile, wiping his cheeks of any left over tears from earlier, he smiles slightly. I can tell he's not going to make it. I start crying, "I love you too." He smiles, wiping the tears from my eyes. I lean down and kiss him again, it's short but I don't care I'm too focused on the fact that he's dying in my arms. He coughs again but it gradually gets weaker and quieter. "No. No no no no no! Please, a little longer that's all I ask." I cry, his coughing stops and his hand drops from my face. I hold his hand and pull him closer to me, scared to let go.

Smoke starts to fill my lungs, like it did to Dream but I don't care. As long as I get to be with him. He's still in my arms, I can't let go. I don't want to. I just want him to hug me again, to tell me he loves me, but he can't. "George!" I hear a faint yell, I look down at Dream. He's still lifeless in my arms but I can hear him. "George!" He calls again. I sigh and close my eyes, waiting for the smoke to consume me. I can't take it anymore, it's too much.

I gasp as I sit up, "George!" Karl yells jumping into my arms to hug me. I hug back, slightly confused as to what's happening. I look around and see Sapnap and Quackity looking at me, concerned looks on their faces. Besides Quackity stood Dream. Wait Dream? But he- he died, didn't he? Was just it a Dream? He too looks scared, it's funny how I had the same look when I saw him on the floor of the bedroom, crying for my help. I try to forget about the dream but it keeps coming back to haunt me. Dream's scared expression turns into a soft smile and I can't help but smile back and blush. Shit. The things this man does to me. Then it hit me.

I like Dream.

Like, like like Dream.

Shit, I might love the man.

This isn't good..