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Dream wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing. He wakes but doesn’t bother to open his eyes. He groans and pinches his eyebrows together. He flips over on his bed to face his night stand and blindly searches for his phone with his hand, feeling around aimlessly. when he finally finds it, he picks it up. He is about to just press the silent button and go back to sleep, until he remembers...
‘My phone is always on silent when I go to bed for this very reason. I made it so when it’s on silent only one number rings. George’s.’
Dreams phone had already rung a couple of times while he was searching for it so he quickly opens his dry tired eyes and presses answer. He sits up in his bed propping his body up with his arm.
"Dream?" George asked making sure Dream is there.
"Good morning, George." Dream answers while rubbing his eyes trying to make himself more awake.
George is startled. He gulps out of uneasiness and sits up straight in his chair by his gaming set up.
"...Did you just wake up?"
"Oh yah. how'd you know?" Dream light heartedly asks.
George squeezed his eyes shut in regret.
‘I shouldn't have asked that. Now what the hell am I going to say?’
"Oh umm well your uh… voice is a little ..different." George said frantically.
‘Shit. That definitely wasn't a good answer. why am I so bad under pressure?’
Dream stops rubbing his eyes. Confused and curious, Dream asks "..Different? I sound different?" Dream asked half joking but also genuinely wanting to hear George's answer.
"Uh yah, a little."
"Oh? How so?" Dream teases further letting a little chuckle slip out before finishing his sentence.
"Nothing much really. Just ...different." George said reluctant to tell Dream exactly what he was thinking.
‘AHHHHHHH. God i'm so fucking stupid Jesus Christ.’ George screamed in his head.
"Come on Georgie now i'm curious, you know i'm not gonna let this go so just tell me. please?" Dream pleads while adjusting his posture so his back is leaned on this beds head board.
‘Dream is stubborn, so he most likely won't let this go. It's just going to get worse if I stall. I could just hang up, but knowing him he would just bring it up on stream or in a VC with others and that would be a million times worse. I should just tell him and get it over with. It's not really that bad anyway.’
"Well ...your voice is a little deeper, and raspy, but.. soft at the same time." As George got further and further into his sentence his voice grew quieter and quieter. Becoming aware of what exactly he was saying and how it sounded as he heard it come out of his mouth.
‘That definitely didn't sound like how I thought it would. This is so fucking embarrassing.’
George puts one elbow on the desk in front of him with the connecting hand on his forehead. While his other hand holds his phone tight to his ear. His eyes are squeezed shut and his lips pressed together, forming a regretful look on his face. As the reality of what George said floods his mind his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. His nerves take over worrying about what dream will think of his comment and how he would respond. His left leg begins to shake, taping his heel up and down on the ground rapidly.
Dream was shocked by Georges response.
‘I can't believe George said something like that. Normally when a "Joke.” like this happens George gets awkward or embarrassed and quickly changes the topic.’
Dream shook his head shaking the surprised expression off his face.
‘Im going to take this rare opportunity and double down on George's comment. It will be.. fun? Is fun the right word? well what ever.’
Dream began to radiate confidence. He hummed while standing up from previously sitting on his bed and walked towards his dresser which held his clothes. with a smirk on his face and with out an ounce of hesitation he said in a deep, soft voice "Do you like my morning voice, Georgie?"
George throws himself back from leaning on his elbow into the back of his chair and his hand moves from his forehead to now covering his mouth. his eyes grow wide, and his mouth is wide open under his hand. George's cheeks grow a few shades darker. After the initial shock he closes his mouth and smiles a little to himself under his hand. After realizing he was smiling he shakes his head and forces his grin away. He takes a shaky breath in, trying to clear his busy mind.
‘I have to bring myself back to reality. The reality is that we are merely joking, like we always do. Dream is teasing me, like he always does. We are both men. And both straight. I'm just getting caught up in the moment. He said my name in that... voice and it got to me that's all. This doesn't mean shit.’
"Ok.. calm down." George whispers to himself. after pulling the phone away from his mouth so it won’t pick it up.
He breathes out a steady breath and says sarcastically "Mhm sure, dream."
Dream stops in his tracks. His smirk fads and was replaced with a slight frown. The moment is over.
Dream quickly tries to fake a laugh and says "Haha well anyways what did you call me for?"
‘I don't know what I was hoping for in that moment.’
George hears the disappointment in Dreams voice. they've been best friends for sometime now and without George being able to see Dream's facial expressions he's been getting good at judging what Dreams feeling off of just his voice.
‘I don't understand why Dream is disappointed. Was it because I didn't continue the joke? What was he hoping I would say?’
"Oh! Right. I called you because SapNap is going to stream for a while on the Dream SMP and he wanted to know if we can talk and play with him while he streams."
‘I need to get over that weird moment. Why did I get so disappointed when that joke ended? Well it doesn't really matter.’
Dream ignores those useless thoughts. Focusing on what George is saying instead, while continuing to his dresser.
"Are you going to join?" Dream asks.
‘I should play so I can keep those useless thoughts out of my mind.’ George thought to himself.
"Mmm yah I think I will play for a bit. How about you?" George answered.
‘I should play so I can keep those useless thoughts out of my mind.’ Dream thought to himself
"Yah if your playing i'll play too." Dream says in a light hearted tone. while opening his dresser drawer that held his shirts.
"When's Sap gonna start his stream?"
"I think he said he would start at around 12:00 pm."
Dream realizes he didn't even know what time it was. He was to busy talking to George. Dream takes his phone away from his ear to looks at the top of the screen for the time. It is 11:40 am. Dream presses the speaker button and places his phone on the top of his dresser and begins to look through his shirts.
"All right I gotta get dressed then i'll hop on. When i'm done I will join the VC." Dream responded
"Alright don't take forever! See you!" George responds happily.
"If your so worried about me being late you can stay on and talk to me until Sap gets back if you want." Dream says nonchalant.
‘What the hell? This is the second time he's played a “joke” on me in this one phone call. There are no cameras. Is he just teasing me? Maybe i’m just over thinking it? It’s not like it’s super weird or anything anyways. Right?’
"..." George doesn't respond for a couple of seconds.
‘Was that a weird thing to say? It kind of just came out. Did I make him uncomfortable?’ Dream frantically thinks to himself.
Dream quickly adds "I mean you don't have t-"
"I'll stay on." George interrupts.
Dream exhales in relief.
‘Thank god. I thought he was mad.’
"Oh! Ok! Cool umm so what else did I miss while I was asleep?"
Dream picks up a shirt he is contempt with from his drawer, puts it over his head, and pulls his arms through.
‘I can't stop picturing dream getting dressed in my head. God this is so embarrassing, and just wrong. It's probably just because of what happened earlier, It’s messing with my head. Yah, that’s why.’ George reassures himself.
"George?"
George was too busy with his own thoughts and forgot to answer.
"Oh! Sorry I got distracted. Uh let's see.. well nothing much really. No one on the smp streamed yet."
Dream shuffles through his next drawer full of sweat pants which is pretty much the only pants he wears. He prefers comfort over style and he barely leaves the house anyways.
"You’re fine. I need to work on the script for the smp today too now that I think about it."
"Oh, I would help but i'm not very good at story writing so I will leave that up to you Mr. high IQ."
Dream chuckles at the comment and says “Oh come on, I bet your not too bad. Your pretty creative when you want to be." Dream responds while smiling slightly.
"I don't know. I can try and help you if you want but I was never really good at english.” George responds while fumbling with the back of his neck.
At this point Dream is done dressing himself.
Dream takes his phone from the top of his dresser, turns off the speaker and holds it against his ear.
“You should, I could use the help. Anyway, i'm done. You should text SapNap, George."
George clenches his jaw.
‘All he did was say my name and i'm getting all nervous. It must be because he said my name in that... voice earlier.’
George suddenly notices he was hot and sweaty and wipes his forehead.
"When did I start sweating?" George accidentally mumbles to himself.
‘Shit. You've got to be kidding me. Did I seriously say that out loud? Oh my God please tell me Dream didn't hear me.’
Dream giggles to himself
‘God sometimes this guy is so cute. Wait Cute? Not cute, funny. funny.’
"What was that george?" Dream asks teasingly while laughing.
‘Of course he heard me.’ George thinks sarcastically.
George puts his hand over his eyes and slides his hand down his face in embarrassment, regret, and defeat.
"It's just.. hot in here, ok?" George said knowing its not going to help.
Dream starts to wheeze and slams his fist down against the top of his dresser while bent over it, laughing.
"Yah I definitely believe that. Oh my God I can't breathe." Dream says while gasping for air.
Tears start forming in Dreams eyes from laughing so hard. Dream wipes the tears away with his thumb still laughing.
‘God i’m so embarrassed right now but his laugh is so god damn contagious I can't help but laugh.’
After failing to contain his laughter George Joins Dream and bursts out laughing.
“My- my stomach hurts so bad." Dream could barely start his sentence unable to catch his breath.
"Oh my god, it wasn't even that funny." George says trying to contain his laughter.
"Dude don't even start you were laughing too." Dream argues still grinning wildly.
George chuckles a little. "No I wasn't I don't know what your talking about."
"Why are you sweating George?" Dream asks teasingly still trying to catch his breath.
"Dude, have you been hearing yourself through this call?"
"Oh my god, George did you get embarrassed?"
Dream brakes out laughing again. wheezing in between breaths.
"Yes, ok? I got embarrassed. When you said my name like that. I couldn't help it." George explains while rubbing both his eye lids with his free thumb and pointer finger.
"Oh my god that ACTUALLY got to you?"
"Yes dream how could it not get to me?"
"I don't know... I didn't think it would make you sweat though..."
"do you even know-" George says softly without thinking.
George's phone interrupts his train of thought by his phone emitting a *ding*, signaling he received a text message.
"What? Do I even know what, George?" Dream asks eagerly.
‘Thank god, saved by the bell. I definitely would have regretted finishing that sentence.’
"... SapNap texted to get on the SMP."
"Wait George! What were you-" Dream asks again frantically, wanting George to continue his thought.
"Come on let's log on and join the VC" George interrupts.
"In a second! wha-"
George ends the call before Dream can finish.
"DAMN!" Dream swears out loud in frustration.
‘I really want to know what he was about to say. Now he's never going to tell me. The only way he would have said it would be right then, in that moment. There's no way he would say it in the VC with SapNap.’
“Ugh! This sucks.”
Dream exhales in defeat, walks to his gaming setup and sits down in his chair. He joins the VC George and SapNap are in, greets them and loads up Minecraft like nothing happened.