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Having Dream take care of George was like a Dream come true.

He was so gentle and kind with him, giving him space when he needed it and being right back at his side when George was into another coughing attack.

Did friends do this? Did they spend their every moment with each other and never becoming apart?

"Georgie, can I sit here with you?"

George snapped away from his thoughts, his eyes looking over at Dream who stood by the bed again, hand in the brunette's hair as he brushed it gently. He had been doing that a lot and George was sure his hair was brushed perfectly fine.

He didn't push him away though, he loved the feeling of Dream's soft and warm hands through his messy brown hair. It felt right, like they belonged there.

"Of course." He nodded, patting the empty space on the bed beside him, inviting him closer. Maybe he could pretend to be really tired and somehow fall asleep on Dream's shoulder.

The blonde let his hand slip away from George's hair so he could sit down on the bed next to George, immediately looking forward at the tv which was playing a movie.

George couldn't even pay attention to it now, Dream was so close to him and he could almost smell his cologne if he tried hard enough.

He wondered what it would be like at Dream's house instead. Would they distract themselves by watching a movie or would they cook with each other in the kitchen which George definitely wanted to do.

Dream seemed to get closer and his quick assumption was proven when an arm was wrapped around his shoulders in a comforting, protecting way.

He flushed red, trying to glue his eyes to the television but his head seemed to automatically turn to look up at the blonde.

"Something wrong? Do you need more water?" Dream asked quickly, peeking over at the nightstand to make sure there was still water left which there was.

As much as George wanted to deny and just grab Dream's face and kiss him senseless, he couldn't find the courage and was also scared that Dream would find him stupid for thinking he was gay.

I mean, they hadn't known each other long but they both knew they were good friends and awkwardness aside, George could actually speak to this man more than anyone else.

With Quackity, he was always interrupted and just given neutral and obvious unthoughtful answers. With bad, he was babied more than he appreciated.

He wasn't saying he hated his other friends and their support, he just found Dream's much more inviting and warm in his heart. Dream was like an angel who's hugs could melt ones heart and send them to heaven.

"How're you feeling? I know you want to work on Monday." Dream asked him, looking over and meeting his eyes.

George shrugged. "I feel fine, just ready to cough again, throat hurts because of it." He took a deep breath and exhaled before leaning his head on Dream's shoulder, closing his eyes.

To his surprise, Dream didn't push him away and instead tightened his grip on the smaller boy and kept him close.

"Do you want me to stay?" Dream whispered, lowering his voice because he could sense George was tired.

The brit hummed and cuddled further into his friend's arm. "Mhm, if you can."

Dream ruffles his hair and lays all the way down, letting George rest his head on his chest.

He could hear his heartbeat, it was calming and he couldn't help but yawn. He hoped Dream wouldn't mind if he just took a little nap on him, right?

His eyes closed and he let himself doze off, taking in the cologne Dream wore and the warmth of his arms before he fully slipped away into a happy slumber.

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If he could choose a million dollars or sleeping in Dream's arms forever, he would choose Dream.

There was nowhere else he wanted to be. He wanted to lay on top of this handsome man for the rest of his life until he grew tired of him, which he wouldn't.

George woke up after hours, exhaustion forcing him asleep until he was ready to be awake.

He shifted slightly, he could hear Dream awake above him, tapping away with one hand at his phone and the other slowly brushing at George's hair.

He didn't want to show he was awake, Dream would probably make him get up so he could leave. So instead he snuggled further into the man under him and sighed in comfort.

"Georgie, time to get up, you need to shower and get ready for dinner." Dream whispered, abandoning his phone to press a kiss to George's head. It was too much.

The brunet grumbled and held onto his hoodie tighter, marking his area and showing he wasn't ready to leave anytime soon. Dinner could happen tomorrow but this moment couldn't.

"Not hungry, comfy." He mumbled, raising his head to look up at Dream who was staring kindly back at him.

He felt a hand on his cheek and he drifted his head into it. "Please? Can we stay?" He asked, groaning in frustration.

Dream shakes his head and pulls his hands away, starting to sit up. "Nope, come on and grab some fresh clothes while I start you a shower."

George sighed as he was slid off Dream and left to lay on the warm bed from Dream's body heat shifting with the sheets. He watched as his friend left the room and into the bathroom, starting the shower for him.

It took a lot of energy but he managed to get out of the bed and stumble over to the dresser across the room. He missed Dream already and he was just in the other room.

He's never had a true friendship before but he was 100% sure that there was high tension between the two. Neither of them could be straight, with the way they acted around one another and the already literal sleeping in the same bed on top of each other.

Maybe Dream was just being friendly, or maybe he felt chemistry between them as well.

Dream was just absolute perfection and George couldn't handle it even as friends. If they were to ever date he would most definitely melt onto the floor and have to be carried for the rest of his life.

Nothing was in the way of him and Dream. Nobody to be jealous over like they would be in high school and nobody to push them apart.

His chances were high and he was chasing after those chances, using all his energy to not fall and fuck it up.

"George! The shower is ready when you are!" Dream called from the washroom.

George hurriedly grabbed a hoodie and some short shorts before entering the bathroom where Dream was just exiting.

They shared a smile and Dream put his arm on the doorway. "I'll go make us dinner okay? Then we can hang out until you're sleepy."

George nods to that, watching the door close behind the tall blond's exit.

The shower was running nice and warm behind him but his cheeks seemed to be hotter than the water itself.

He stripped bare, folding his old clothes neatly on the counter for the laundry later. He was too tired to do anything else so he quickly got into the shower.

The water was oddly soothing against his sweaty skin. He felt even better in this shower than the one before. George could feel all the nasty sickness lingering on his skin being washed down the drain and leaving fresh shiny freckled shoulders behind.

He washed his hair, unfortunately having to remove Dream's touch. Hopefully he could pet him again, brush his hair out from its tangles with his beautiful veined hands.

The shower started to grow cold by the time he remembered he was a living human being, finally back into reality and remembering he couldn't drown.

"God damnit." He reached toward and turned off the shower, letting the water drain out and begin to dry below his feet.

George couldn't wait to try what Dream was making. He knew it would be much tastier than soup and the feeling of something to chew was starting to grow on him.

He was dried and dressed almost immediately, leaving the bathroom to take in the gorgeous scent of what smelled like spaghetti. He hadn't even seen the food and he knew Dream would be an amazing chef.

"Dinner is ready!" Dream called, probably hearing the shower off by now.

The short brunet stumbled down the stairs, hurrying so he could see his friend's face again. "Coming!" He called back.

George was greeted by two decently portioned plates of hot spaghetti on the kitchen island. There was parmesan sprinkled lightly on top with a few tiny meatballs poking through the noodles.

"Wow.. This looks tasty Dream." George smiled up at the blond who was removing his apron and placing forks into the meal.

"Thank you Georgie, family recipe you know? It's just one of my many talents." he smirked.

George rolled his eyes at that, taking his seat on the stool and looking down at the plate. He was practically drooling now. "Okay, whatever you say."

They both laughed and Dream seated himself across from him, smiling at him with such admiration it could make George explode.

"How about a movie after this?" Dream suggested as they start to eat the immediately delicious food.

George nodded, trying to eat nicely and not inhale it all like the pig he would be if he was eating alone.

"Sure!"

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they are gonna watch the little mermaid

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