FANART ISNT MINE

Dream closed the twitch app and opened twitter. George was right. They were trending under the tag "dnf." The dirty blonde shook his head head and reopened twitch. Now everyone thought the two were dating. Was that a bad thing? No... It still hurt that it was fake. A joke. That's. all it was. Dream wanted something more. He wanted George. He wanted him more than he wanted anything else. Dream looked up from his phone to George's screen. He was. just in time to see the brunette get attacked by a swarm of skeletons and zombies.

"Are you good over there?"

"Does it look like it?" George snapped while being murdered by a miniature zombie.

"Need help?"

George looked pleadingly back to Dream and nodded his head.

""Okay okay."

The brunette turned the camera off, removed his headset, and laid it on his keyboard. The boy leaped from his chair and sat on the floor beside it. The dirty blonde boy sat down in George's chair and placed the headset onto his won head. HE grasped the mouse with his hands. They were too big for the mouse, so he bent his hand into an awkward and uncomfortable position to be able to [play properly. Dream hit respawn and began to play the game. George looked longingly up at the tall boy and smiled.

"Thanks, Dream."

"Don't thank me yet. All I'll do is get you to the Nether. You're on your own from there."

"That's it? Do you not realize how hard this is?"

"Oh come on, George. You've been playing for how many years now? It's just a few-"

While Dream was gloating, a mob of spiders and husks had jumped him. The screen faded to red and he slammed his hands against George's desk.

"SHIT"

He hit respawn once again and continued to play. George had just left to get a drink of water. The dirty blonde quickly sent George's character to the Nether and stood up. He was alone.

"We'll be back in a second guys," Dream announced as he began to remove the headset. He started to walk towards George's bed. He'd been in this room so many times but failed to notice that george always kept a little blob plushie on his nightstand. The plushie had been sent in by a fan and George must've wanted it to be with him all night. Dream smiled it himself and picked up a book that was laying open on the boy's floor. It was a photo album.

The album was filled with photos of George, Dream, Sapnap, and Bad. Some were screenshots from streams, others were photos taken when the first met. Dream flipped to the last page of the album. It was a page dedicated to him. Pictures of him and patches, screenshots fro facetimes, and snapchats from thee dirty blonde filled the page. The last photo on the page when a screenshot of Dream and George's characters on a crafting table.

If Dream wasn't already in love, he definitely was now. This was enough to set his heart on fire. Just the fact that GEorge had taken the time to do this caused Dream's eyes to well up. Before he realized it, George was standing behind hm, peering over his shoulder.

"Whatcha lookin at?"

"Oh uh nothing," Dream quickly closed the album and set it onto the bed.

"So you found it?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I do. I never knew you kept stuff like this."

"Well I love you guys. I want to keep our memories."

Dream lifted up the blob plushie. "And this?"

"Oh... someone sent that in and i thought it was cute... so I put it there. "

Dream smiled and headed back over to George's pc.

"We're back guys!"

The viewers began to spam the chat.

"you know we heard that conversation..."
"NOT 200K OF US 3RD WHEELING"
"DNF DNF DNF DNF DNF DNF DNF DNF"

"Oh my god George-"

"Ok well thats all for today guys! Love you, bye!"

George quickly ended the steam and burst into laughter. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT"

"I-I don't know..."

"Now we really have them believing things,"

"Don't act like you didn't start that!" Dream wheezed.

"Ok and you went along with it didn't you?"

The 2 boys sat on George's bed and talkies for a while.

"Hey Clay, you know I heard what you said."

"Huh?" the dirty blonde stuttered.

"I heard you. When I slipped up."

"Oh uhm it- it was a joke..."

"Mhm. Got it."

"Ok listen. Now we have everyone thinking that we're dating. What do we do?"

"Go along with it?" George suggested.

"I don't know, George. As far as I know, we're both straight. I don't think we should be spreading rumors about us being together."

"Well... you're probably right."

The 2 talked for 4 more hours. George eventually fell asleep again, head on Dream's shoulder. Dream looked down at the small brunette and smiled. His eyes glistened with joy. His heart also pounded with worry. He match his breaths with George's steady, routined breaths. His mind raced with the ideas of him and George together, what the fans would think, what the fans would write, what the fans would draw... a man could only wish.