chapter four

                                    

                                          



George stared at his phone, rereading the text message from Dream as if he stared at it long enough, it'd eventually disappear. But it didn't, of course. It stayed put on his phone screen, blinding his eyes and gripping his attention relentlessly.





Dream
11:52 am
"Hi George. How's London with the besties going??"






In the middle of George trying to decide what to text back, George's phone screen went completely black for a moment before flashing another notification:





"Call from Dream"





George has to answer it. Dream knows that George is on his phone- he'd know that George was ignoring him and would likely blow up his phone with notifs out of spite.


George sighed, answering the call and putting it on speakerphone.


"You ignoring me?" Dream asked over the phone, and George could hear a smirk hidden behind Dream's words.


"No, I just, uh-Karl just left. They all...just left." George stuttered, getting up from the couch to pace around his living room.


George was glad Dream couldn't see his face in this moment, because George was flushed a deep pink from the kiss he shared with Karl just minutes previous.


"Aw, you sad they're gone?" Dream asked.


"No, they were in my space all week. It's nice to have my apartment all to myself again." George said, not realizing how abruptly his tone had changed.


But Dream noticed the sharpness in George's voice immediately and commented on it.


"Why are you acting weird...?" Dream asked.


George could hear Dream scurrying around his nearly-empty, newly purchased house through the phone.


"I'm not acting weird. I just-what did you call me for?" George asked, walking over to the fridge to grab a sip of water in attempt to calm his nerves.


"I was just wondering how it went, having the crew over. But it's clear I caught you at a bad time or something so I'll just call you later I guess." Dream said, about ready to hang up the phone.


"No! Don't leave. I-um...I'm sorry. I'm just sad that they're leaving." George half-fibbed.


Obviously George was sad to see his friends leave but that wasn't the reason he was overwhelmed and snappy on the phone to Dream.


"I knew it! I knew you had emotions hiding in there somewhere. All it took was stripping you of all your friends once again for you to admit you're gonna miss them." Dream commented proudly.


George chewed at his lip while having an internal battle with himself over whether or not he should tell Dream what happened between him and Karl. Dream is George's absolute best friend. He'd keep the secret, right?


George took a deep breath, placing his phone down on his kitchen counter. "Dream, I have to tell you something and I don't want you to freak out about it, okay? So Karl-"


"Yesssss, score! Damn that was a nice punt." Dream cheered through the phone.


"Uh, Dream...?" George asked, confused about the sudden yelling.


"Oh, sorry, George. I'm watching the OU game. They're doing great this season." Dream said, the sound of sports commentary blaring out through a TV in the background of his phone call.