chapter three

{George's Pov}

I climbed out dreams arms and out of bed. I have no idea what just happened.

At first I embarrassed by the fact that I had fallen asleep on top of dream, but he was cuddling me, so I assume he must not mind.

With Dream, I feel a little more secure. Not in the sense that he'll defend me if I'm attacked, but more in the sense that just being around him makes me feel safe.

"Would you like some eggs on the side?" I inquired.

"Eggs too? Wow george i'm loving this special treatment." Dream smirked as he stated this. "Yes i'd like some eggs with my toast as well."

I laughed quietly as I rolled my eyes at Dream. But he's not wrong; I wouldn't make toast for most people, but I'd do anything to please Dream. I'm not sure why. It's probably because he's my best friend.

I was watching him out of the corner of my eye as I proceeded to cook his toast. To be honest, he's pretty perfect. Green eyes, fluffy hair, and a chiselled jawline. I adore him in every way. But as a friend, I am not gay.

I was only standing in front of the oven, waiting for the eggs to cook, when Dream approached me and moved my body by my waist.

When dreams hands reached my waist, my eyes widened and my heart raced. I wanted them to stay there forever but he swiftly let go to reach the bottle of squash from the cupboard i was standing in front of before.

I didn't realise it at the time, but I had turned bright red.

"Why are you all red, George?"Dream enquired.

I merely stared at Dream, without saying anything. I cant answer since i don't even know the answer myself. Why did I get excited when he touched me when he's just my friend? He is just my friend,right?

I eventually spoke after a minute of stillness. "Oh, it's just the heat from the pan."

I had to think of an excuse or he'd get suspicious. He continued to stare at me and smirk, so i don't think it helped that much.

I quickly turned away and began to dish up the eggs. I know Dream likes to dip his toast, so i left the yolk runny.

Dream made us drinks and placed them on the coffee table while I was preparing our breakfast. He then approached me once again, taking the dish from my grip, placing his hands on my waist once more, and thanking me for the food.

When his hands touched me, my eyes widened again, and he watched my face. He was well aware of what he was doing. This is insane; I don't like men in that way but when one touches me, I feel nothing but joy.

"Dream, what are you doing?" I inquired, my voice trembling. "I'm not doing anything George," he answered.He  then sat down and began to eat his mealI sat next to him and turned on the television, scrolling through the channels until I found a comedy show.

"Wait what's the time?" i asked.

He looked at his phone to see what time it was and seemed astonished. "It's 8:00 p.m. What were you thinking, George? It's way too late for breakfast "He said, laughing and rolling his eyes. "Oh. Wow, it's late." "Dark too," I said as I drew the curtain over and peeked outside.

"You are welcome to stay here; it's not safe outside at this time." Dream told me.

I gave him a friendly grin and nodded. "I appreciate it." Im excited yet terrified because Dream and I have never had a sleepover before. I really hope i don't snore.

After we finished eating, I went to the sink to wash both of our plates, but Dream stopped me. "You cooked so i'll clean up.Set up the PCs so we can play some games." Dream commanded me.

I gave Dream the plates after listening to him. I'm glad he offered to clean up because I normally let my plates pile up until I'm too tired to do anything. I went over to our setup; it's sweet that Dream has a different computer for people who visit but if i'm being real with the money he makes, I'd definitely buy five more setups for fun.

I'm the only one Dream trusts with all his passwords, and i love that. I entered both our passwords into the computers and began to load up minecraft. It's our favourite game to play together.