2 - more than a friend?

                                    

                                          

Dream woke up to the sweet smell of something being cooked, alongside the smoke of bacon. He pulled himself out of bed and went downstairs, to find Sapnap cooking a breakfast of pancakes and syrup with bacon, orange juice on the table with forks and knives laid out. 
                          
"Sapnap?" said Dream, still rubbing his eyes, standing at the bottom of the stairs. 
"Oh man i didn't know you were up, welcome to breakfast" 
"What the- first of all, why are you up so early? Second of all, what spurred this on?" 
                          
Sapnap's sleep schedule was the most messed up out of all the boys, he would sleep at six in the morning and not wake up till four in the afternoon. Or he would pull all nighters and have broken naps throughout the day, or other random times. 
                          
He was also the laziest person Dream knew. Neither of them were particular tidy, or great chefs, but Sapnap took it a step further. He wouldn't clean up unless nagged at by Dream, and last time he tried to cook? Let's just say a measly attempt at an omelette made the two ill for a good three days. 
                          
"What? Can't i just be a good roommate and make a loving breakfast for us?" replied Sapnap, dramatically holding his hand over his heart.
                          
"Oh come on you know i don't mean that. It's just out of character that's all" 
"Nah you're right. I was up all night talking to Karl about our meet up, i was so pumped i could barely sleep. I was energetic all night, so i just got up today and decided to make breakfast. I dont even know what came over me to be honest" 
                          
Dream chuckled at Sapnap's perplexed expression - as if he himself was only just realising how out of character he was acting. 
                          
Dream couldn't complain though, so he walked through to the dining room and took a seat, taking a swig of orange juice as he did. 
                          
"So what did you and Karl talk about?" queried Dream 
"Oh, not much really" 
"Well it must have been quite a lot if you were up all night about it. Come on, spill" 
"Just personal stuff" replied Sapnap, dropping a plate of pancakes in the middle of the table. 
                          
"Ooh lala, Karlnap confirmed?!" said Dream smirking.
Sapnap shot him a glare, something the blonde knew was a signal to shut up. 
                          
Sapnap walked into the dining room, carrying the rest of the pancakes, before sitting down across from Dream. 
                          
"Anyway Mr. Oohlala, what about you and George?" 
                          
Dreams heart sunk. No matter what he was doing, George somehow managed to crawl into his mind, conversation or thoughts. He couldn't escape him. 
                          
"What about George?" responded Dream 
"Are you excited to see him?" 
"Yeh obviously, i'm excited to see everyone" 
"Dream" said Sapnap, leaning his head forward to show him he knew he was lying. "you know what i mean" 
                          
Dream didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to be best friends with George like he used to be: to be able to call him for 9 hours straight and go to sleep straight after. To joke around with him on stream, flirt with him with no strings attached. 
                          
Things were different now. He would talk for George for hours, and find him longing to hear his voice for hours more. He would joke on stream, but George's flirtatious remarks made his stomach do somersaults and stumble on his words. 
                          
He felt something more for George, but something inside told him he wasn't allowed to. He kept it hidden, didn't want to face it, didn't want to open that part of himself up. Not to himself, not to anybody. 
                          
"Nope, i don't know what you mean" replied Dream. 
"DREAM MAN" Sapnaps sudden burst startled the blonde, "You can't keep running from these feelings forever" 
                          
How?! How did he know?? Sometimes Dream thought he was awful at hiding his feelings, but then remembered that Sapnap is some sort of metal detector for feelings. He knew how Dream felt in an instant, even if you couldn't see them explicitly. 
                          
"I'm not running, i'm just not confronting" said Dream, tucking into his pancakes.
"Dream, they are the same thing. Now talk." 
                          
He knew there was no point in hiding it from Sapnap anymore, he would only be pestered by him for the next month" 
                          
Dream sighed. "Do you want the long answer or the short answer?" 
"I want both. Tell me the short and then the long" 
                          
Dream sighed even more heavily this time. 
"Okay, well, umm, George makes me feel- when i'm with George i-, i like George, like, kind of more than friend?" 
                          
Woah. Dream had never said that out loud before. He had never even thought about it before. He didn't want to, he refused to, it was frightening to. 
                          
"Long answer?" asked Sapnap, breaking the blonde from his thoughts. 
"What is involved in a long answer?" 
"Everything you feel" responded Sapnap 
"Woah, i don't think you wanna hear that" Dream chuckled 
"I sure as hell do. I have eight pancakes to get through, now start talking" 
                          
"Well," Dream took a moment, to collect his thoughts, "every time i'm on a call with George, watching him, playing with him, texting him, i get conscious of myself. Like i need to make sure i'm being great, and that i'm being funny and i'm not making a fool of myself. But with all my other friends i couldn't care less about that" 
                          
Sapnap nodded. 
                          
"I find myself thinking about him a lot. Like a lot. I wonder what he thinks about me, what impression i made that day, what he's like in person, and all this other shit. And every time i do, butterflies or something float in my stomach" 
                          
Dream was well aware he was babbling, just unloading all his feelings onto the table in front of him, for Sapnap to see. But he also didn't care. It felt good to finally say it out loud, to finally admit it. 
                          
Sapnap stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt   the flow. Instead he just gestured for him to carry on.
                          
"The worst part, but also the best part is the flirting. It used to be so carefree, so lighthearted, empty meaning and fun. But now, now i overthink everything he says to me, i imagine it happening, i wish it would. The stream ends and i sit pondering what it would be like if George really meant the things he said"
                          
"Well damn. You're in deep" Said Sapnap 
                          
Dream scoffed. "You could say that"
                          
The two spoke for a little while longer, gradually descending into small talk, then into silence for a good amount of time. They both continued eating their pancakes and bacon, occasionally asking the other for the juice or the syrup. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was just- comfortable. 
                          
They finished and began to load the dishwasher, 
"So, back to my original question" Sapnap began "How do you feel about George coming?" 
                          
"I feel ok. I think it will be fine. I'm really looking forward to it obviously, kind of nervous, but not too scared." 
"That's good, that's really good" responded Sapnap. 
                          
The rest of the day was spent separate from each other, the two boys in their rooms editing videos, occasionally bumping into each other in the hallway.