"Dream.."

The last words out of George's mouth, at least what we could remember was his name.

George slowly woke up thanks again to the sun blinding him as it rose up to start a new day. And unfortunately classes were going as normal.

He looked around once his eyes opened and adjusted to the lighting. And once again he found himself not in his own bed.

"Are you going to get up? I need to get dressed for class." Dream suddenly said as George turned his head.

Wait..

So last night wasn't a dream? They actually- no way..

George nodded as he got up, which Dream immediately rolled over to the other side of the bed. But.. he was clothed? George wasn't.. he only had his boxers which is kind of odd..

He watched as the other got dressed and walked around till Dream stopped and glanced over at George.

"So are you not going to class or?" He chuckled as he ran his hands through his hair to fix it up a little.

"Yeah I was just thinking." George mumbled as he finally got off the bed and went to pick out some clothes.

Dream shook his head as he grabbed his bag and wallet before heading to the door.

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah.."

How could George not know if he dreamt about them or if it actually happened. It's not like his memory was this horrible.

Frustrated, George threw on a few random pieces of clothes and headed out of the door.

—

Even while in class, George couldn't stop thinking about it. It wasn't weird to be in his bed as he's woke up there several times now. But to not remember if they got intimate with each other was so weird..

"George." The women professor snapped her fingers to get his attention.

"Are you paying attention?"

"I'm sorry, and yes I am." George said as he lowered his head and tried to not look at everyone looking at him now.

"Next time you'll have to stay after class, please just take your notes." She said while turning back to the board to continue the lesson.

George sat for a good five minutes before he pulled his phone out to text Dream.

"I want to talk during lunch. Want to meet somewhere?" He sent as sneaky as he could from the teacher.

No more then a minute passed when Dream replied to George.

"Of course I'll go on a date with you, George. I thought you'd never ask!"

George chuckled to himself once he seen what the other said.

"Whatever, you're buying anyways."

"Lame, but fine. See you later." Dream sent with a few obscure emojis.

Once George put his phone away and looked up he was met by his professor standing right in front of him, her arms crossed. She did not look happy.. at all.

"Oh.."

—

Dream had been sitting at a table all by himself for a good 30 minutes. He checked his phone several times to see if George texted or if he got the location wrong.

Nothing.

"Huh, so he's standing me up." Dream joked with himself as he leaned back in the chair.

Several times did the waitress come over and ask if he was ready. Finally he told her that he was waiting for someone. Yet she continued to come back.

With a pitcher of water in hand she came back to the table.

"Still waiting I see?" She said as he smirked at Dream.

He nodded. At this point she was annoying him with how much she continued to bother him.

"Look I know we don't know each other but the girl who stood you up isn't worth it. Plus.." she started to reach for Dream's hand.

"I think you're cute. Even for an American." She laughed.

Gross, her laugh was one of a witches laugh.

Dream's eyebrows furrowed as he yanked his hand away and looked up to her.

"I'm waiting on my boyfriend. And if you're going to flirt with Americans don't insult us after a 'compliment' or call us 'an American'. Lastly I'd like to ask for a new waiter." He huffed as he crossed his arms.

The waitress scoffed and stomped away back to wherever the hell she came from.

With it being 2:16 now Dream was starting to get worried. He pulled his phone out and started to dial George's number.

Just before it could ring, George walked through the door. Once he seen Dream he immediately headed to the table.

"George, what the hell happened?" He asked a little worried as he sat down.

A little out of breath since he basically ran from university to the restaurant, George sighed.

"I got in trouble." He smiled at Dream.

Dream rolled his eyes. Of course George would get in trouble and have to stay afterwards. Though he couldn't be too mad, he acted like it for a little bit.

"Here." Dream moved the glass of water closer to George. He debated on telling him about the waitress but decided against it in the end.

Once George had caught his breath, he and Dream started looking over the menu and talked about school. Just before George could ask what he wanted to, the waiter showed up.

"Good afternoon, are we ready to order?" He said with a cheerful smile.

Both the boys ordered and the waiter took the menu's and started back till he turned around suddenly.

"Oh and I forgot. On behalf of the restaurant we wanted to say sorry about one of our witnesses behavior. She's new and young. We'll make sure she's trained better."

Dream laughed as he looked at George. He quickly thanked the man and grabbed his glass to take a sip of water.

George was confused.. did he miss something?

"Dream? Did something happen?" He asked as he played with the napkin under the table.

Dream shook his head as he continued to drink his water. Hoping to avoid it since George seemed upset already. Or at least it seemed he had something heavy on his mind.

George didn't want to go back and forth too much so he gave up. If it was something serious, Dream would tell him. Plus it was probably something stupid.

"So.." George started and he ran his finger around the rim of the glass. His eyes looking to the ground in nervousness.

"So?" Dream said as he finally put his cup down and focused all his attention on the other.

George took a deep breath and eventually looked back at Dream. "Last night. Did we?"

Dream thought there was more to the question. But once he realized that was it he laughed quietly. "Did we what? George you can't ask vague questions like that."

He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked away again. Even though it shouldn't be this embarrassing.. George barely had the courage to ask Dream.

"Well I woke up with you again and I just couldn't remember if we actually.. got intimate or not.." George finally said after hesitating so much.

Dream sat there, blank expression and no words to say. George got a little worried once he seen the other just stare at him.

Before Dream even said anything the waiter showed up with the food. Though after he left Dream had yet to move a muscle.

"I'm sorry, obviously it was a dumb question.." George laughed awkwardly.

...

"Dream. Say something please." George pleaded.

"Well.. you did say my name a lot while you slept." He finally said.

George sighed in relief as he heard the other finally speak. "Oh ok, good." He said as he began to eat.

"But then again I can't remember if that's after you rode me or not. Or maybe when I jerked you off.." Dream smirked as he too began to eat.

George choked on his food once he heard Dream. After coughing for a few minutes he finally looked back at Dream.

"I.."

"Or was that my dream? Hm.. either way is fine. Right?" He winked at George after seeing his reaction.

George's face turned red instantly. He tried covering his face but it was no use. At this point he really had nothing to hide.

"It's ok, I picked up the noise complaints that were in front of our door this morning. Why don't you finish lunch and we can head back."

"Asshole."

"Oh come on, me? You couldn't get enough of me last night."