George announced that he was going to run a few minutes of ads. Looking down at my phone, I realised he had texted me, it said: Thank you :]

I replied with: It's all true, I'm always here for you ❤️

After that stream, everything went horribly wrong...

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I bit down my nails. George didn't answer his phone so I left a voicemail,

"Um hey again George, you haven't picked up your phone in a while and I was just uh um wondering if you were okay. Give me a call when you can. Love you."

George hasn't answered his phone or any texts in a week. He hasn't streamed or posted on social media either. Sapnap assured me that he was probably just tired and didn't get a chance to call. I agreed with him and decided that he's just been busy recently.

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I couldn't have been more wrong. It's now been over two months and George has had no contact with anyone at all. The last time I spoke to him was that stream where we built a new house.

Every single day I texted him and left him a voicemail. Every single day he didn't reply. Every single day I worried about him and every single day Sapnap told me not to.

He hadn't been on social media either, so his fans were freaking out a bit also. Many people -including Badboyhalo and other streamers like Tommy and Tubbo DM'd me asking where he went and why he isn't streaming. Obviously, I couldn't answer those questions.

Sapnap messaged George everyday too, desperately trying to reach him, but he also had no luck.

I woke up at exactly twelve; my sleep schedule was completely screwed. Reaching for my phone, I dialled George's number. As I suspected, he didn't answer. So, I left him my daily voicemail.

"Hey again George. I really miss you and I really want you to call or even just send a text. It would mean a lot and I just want to know if you're okay. I love you lots, bye."

I stumbled downstairs because my stomach growled with hunger. I entered the kitchen to find Sapnap wasn't there, which was odd as he is always up quite early. Assuming he was in his room, I jogged upstairs to check on him. He was sprawled out on his bed just scrolling on his phone. He turned and looked at me, startled.

His eyes were puffy and bloodshot and his cheeks were shiny with tears.

"Oh uh hey Dream, what's up?" he said, his voice sounding wobbly. He was on the verge of tears but was so desperately trying to hide it. I sighed and hugged him. On his phone., he appeared to be sending a series of messages to George from the last two months.

Gogy >:)

Hey George, It's Sapnap.

Hello George, please let us know that you're okay.

Fucking answer the phone George.

We're worried about you.

Please text me George, are you okay??

Sapnap insisted that he was completely fine but I didn't believe him. He was allowed to be worried, scared, annoyed. His best friend hasn't spoke to anyone in over two months.

To take our minds off of it, we went to dinner. Not ordering takeout, I took him to a restaurant, nothing fancy but still nice. We ordered food and it was good, I had spaghetti bolognese and Sapnap had a cheeseburger. It was actually really fun. We laughed and ate and chatted. I completely forgot about George. Until, Sapnap mentioned, "This would of been fun with George."

I sighed, got up and went to the restroom. Resting my palms on one of the sinks in the restroom, I stared at myself in the mirror. I couldn't stop the tear that escaped from my eye and dripping down onto the floor. My arms were wobbling as I pulled out my phone and rung George. It went to voicemail, again.

I straightened myself up, tucking in my shirt and adjusting my collar and walked back into the restaurant. I payed the cheque and quickly left with Sapnap trailing behind me. Neither of us spoke for half of the journey home. Then, a song started buzzing from the radio: Classic by MKTO, the song we sung with George.

Desperately trying to withhold my tears, I bit down on my tongue extremely hard. That day in my car, George was so happy; all of us were. Now look at us. Sapnap denied being worried sick, I barely ever slept and George well... had pretty much disappeared off the face of the Earth.

Sapnap went straight to bed when we returned home, instead of going to my bedroom, I went into George's room. I hadn't been in here since he left, I didn't think there was any need to. I flopped down onto the bed my eyes darting around the room. I felt a slight smile tug at the corner of my lips when I noticed something in the corner of the room. I picked it up: it was a printed out photo of when George was in hospital and I was in the bed with him, it was the one that Sapnap took. I chuckled at the fact that he went to the effort if printing it out.

Heading back to my own bedroom, I slipped the photo into a glass photo frame and put it on the shelf opposite my bed. I found myself gazing at it as I sunk into the duvet and succumbed to the exhaustion that took over my body.

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Beep Beep Beep

I grumbled. It was 2:00 in the morning. Who the fuck was calling me at this hour? I took a swig of my drink of water and glanced at the caller ID: Georgie <3 is calling. Nearly choking on my water, I sprinted into Sapnap's room yelling, "GEORGE IS CALLING! HE's CALLING!"

Sapnap sat up abruptly in bed and yelled back, "WELL ANSWER IT THEN THEN!"

He ran into my room and I clicked accept.

"George! Oh my God! I'm so glad you called! I-"

George cut me off, "DREAM! DREAM! HE'S HERE!" he was shrieking down the phone and he sounded very scared and panicked, "HE'S IN MY HOUSE! IM HIDING BUT HE'S HERE DREAM!"

"George!" I exclaimed, still registering what he had just said, "Calm down, who's in your house?"

"HE'S HERE! EZRA'S HERE!"

George let out a terrible, ear-splitting scream and the line went dead.