George rushed through the busy building, his suitcase frantically following behind him as he ran through the groups
of people. He panted unevenly, holding his phone in his left hand. "Two minutes, I can make it!" George ran as fast
as he could, slowing down slightly with every person he bumped into, having to apologize quickly before running
off again.
As he ran, he suddenly looked out the large window to his left, the whole wall was basically transparent as he
watched the planes drift off the landing strips, flying into the air, bringing hundreds of passengers with them.
Suddenly, he bumped into someone who was going a familiar speed as he was. He fell backwards, his suitcase
and phone at his sides as he lost grip of them, "I'm sorry!" He and this person both yelled. George's eyes went
wide as he heard the familiar voice.
He looked at the blonde boy in front of him, in a familiar position as he was since he too fell down on the
ground upon their impact, they stared at each other for a short moment. "George!?" "Dream!?" They both
yelled, looking at each other with wide eyes.
"I thought you moved to Florida!?" George exclaimed, making sure to keep his voice a bit down since he
was in an airport. He furrowed his eyebrows as he exclaimed this, starting to rise up from the ground. Dream.
That asshole.
Dream rolled his eyes, "and what about you smart ass, trying to get out of England huh?" He asked, mocking
his accent, "I knew you'd stay at that pathetic high school, just couldn't get good enough grades to graduate huh?"
Dream smirked, also rising to his feet.
George rolled his eyes at the boy, "listen here prick, I have no time for you to wast-" George eyes went wide,
"Fuck!" He looked down at his phone, before rushing to the large see through wall, pressing his hands against
it as he watched his plane start to move, his heart beating fast as he watched it descent into the sky, groaning,
he missed his flight. He looked over at Dream with a scowl, "You asshole! You made me miss my flight!" He
exclaimed, clutching onto the stem of his suitcase, making sure this blonde bitch wouldn't try anything.
Dreams eyes went wide as he watched the plane leave as well, "your flight!? That's my fucking flight, and
I've just missed it because of your dumbass distracting me" Dream retaliated, the two staring at each other for
a good few seconds. Think it's about time we have a little backstory about these two.
George was a good student back in his freshman year of high school. His life had been going great so far. He
just got his braces off, he got himself a hair cut, even had a baby sister on the way. But then, he met the asshole
you see in front of him. Dream, who hid his real name for ungodly reasons. The two instantly became rivals in
everything. Sports, grades, friends, even their fucking food choices at lunch. They hated each other, and all
their friends knew it too. George would always strive to be better than Dream, but damn, he had to admit,
the guy had it all. Good grades, handsome face, religious family, nice body, delicate voice. He'll stop there,
but you get the point. Still, he hated the guy for every reason under the sun, one reason, he was a prick.
So now, one year after seeing each other, nothing has changed. They are still messing up each others plans
and appearances, and being pricks to each other. In senior year of high school, Dream had moved back to Florida
to finish school, and he unfortunately did, because George couldn't graduate, and somehow, Dream knew. So he
knew Dream would pester him about that and make fun of him. "Listen dickhead, just stay out my way and
we'll both be happy" George looked down at his phone, trying to see if there are any more flights to Florida.
He wanted to go to Florida to start his YouTube career, well, he already kind of started it in England, but he
wanted a whole fresh start, new country, new place, new everything, no bad memories. Maybe even start
again and try to graduate high school there.
Dream tilted his head with a smirk, "just as feisty and cold as ever George, no wonder you didn't have any
girls in high school" George looked up, Dream then remembering something, "or maybe it was because of how
short you've always been, I swear, I used to be worried I'd step on you accidentally in school"
George shook his head as Dream placed a hand on his brunette hair, showing him how short he was, "I'm not
short asshole, you're just really tall! And being shorter is biologically more healthy and safe" George said, seeing
there was another flight for tomorrow at two pm, yeah, he'd take that. And he didn't have girls in high school
because he wasn't attracted to girls, no other reason. He wasn't cold, he was just pissed off right now.
Dream wheezed, "that's just your mind trying to make you feel better George" He said.
George pocketed his phone, not sure why he was entertaining this conversation when it didn't benefit him
at all, still, it was something to do when waiting for the next flight since he wasn't going to take the four hour
drive back to his moms house just to be almost late again for the next flight, might as well stay here and wait.
"Why are you even in England? Why did you come back?" George asked, his phone was on twenty percent and
he kind of wanted something to entertain him without his phone dying, that's why he was talking to Dream. No
other reason at all. Not because he had some undivided secret love for him or anything.
"If you must know Georgie, I was visiting a friend, you may remember him from high school. Wilbur?" He
asked. How could George forget, he was one of the closest guys to Dream, another thing that made him pissed
off, and he didn't even know why. He wasn't jealous, no way in hell.
"why!?" He asked, a little too suddenly, was he dating the guy? No, no he couldn't. Shut up George!
Dream rolled his eyes again, "why does it matter to you?" He asked, bending down to make himself a little
more George's height, "You jealous?" He asked with a smirk.
George's face instantly grew very hot, a blush coursing all across his face, to his ears as he looked away shyly,
why the fuck was he blushing? Was it the closeness? Was this asshole a radiator? "No.. why w-would I be?"
He stuttered. He fucking stuttered. He wanted to die.
Dream laughed, "you're jealous you have no friends George" He said, regaining his natural height. George key
out a quiet breath he didn't know he was holding in, kind of relieved.
"I have friends!" He retaliated, once he processed what the boy was saying.
Dream laughed, and shook his head, "nope, I only remember you hanging out with one guy George. Karl, and
he moved to North Dakota or some shit"
"North Carolina" George corrected, narrowing his eyes at the boy like a pissed off cat. He started to walk past
the blonde boy, and sat down on one of those blue chairs, setting his suitcase beside him as he sighed into the
seat, he was exhausted. Although, he didn't really want Dream to leave. He was the only entertainment he had
left, so he looked up to the boy, who was raising an eyebrow at him. George tilted his head at the seat next to
him, welcoming to boy over with a scowl on his face, trying to hide how much his presence pleased the boy.
The blonde rolled his eyes, sure, they hated each other, but they both hated silence, and having no one to
talk to. So might as well make the last hours in England together more unbearable, and hang out. Dream
reluctantly sat down next to George, sighing as well, it seemed both the boys were exhausted from their
day. George looked over at Dream he wondered something. Both the boys were nearly nineteen, maybe it
was time they gave up this childish rivalry from each other? After all, they were adults now. Traveling
across the country without their parents, making real life decisions, maybe it was time they dropped it.
"Hey Dream..?" He asked, after a few seconds of silence. Dream looked over at him, humming in response
as he folded his arms, god his muscles looked good. He continued with a flustered face, "I was thinking.."
"wow, surprising" George looked over, "I mean, considering how small your brain is, it's quite surprising it
can do something so advanced"
"shut the fuck up Dream, listen, I want to propose a truce, or something" He stated, he wasn't sure how to
say this. "We've been having this stupid immature rivalry since freshman year and I think it's about time we
start to get along, huh?" George asked, Dream looking at him with an uninterested facial expression.
"hold on, first" he stated, "it's not a rivalry, it's an endless fight of you trying to be better than me regardless
of the fact that you're not" George rolled his eyes, "and second, what's in it for me?"
George thought for a moment, "well" he smirked, "I'll stay here with you before our flight leaves" he smiled,
"Or else, you'll be all alone, with no one to talk to" the two boys spent a few tense seconds staring into each others
eyes, the brunette waiting anxiously for his answer. He didn't know much about Dream, but he knew one thing, the
guy had an extremely low attention span, and he would go psycho if he didn't have anyone to entertain him for
more than ten minutes. He wondered, that couldn't be a reason why he hated him, in fact, that was one of the
reasons he admired Dream. Wait, admired sounds kinda weird. Not in that way of course!
"Alright fine" Dream stated, closing his eyes, "I'll accept your terms," George smiled softly, ignoring the reason
as to why. "But I still get to call you names" he smirked, George rolling his eyes again, this dumbass.
"fine, since we're friends now, I want to know something I've been wondering for some time Dream" George
smiled, ever since Dream moved away, he never really forgot about him. He was convinced it was all those years
of teasing and rivalry, totally not anything else. But he never truly forgot the boys features, his adoring laugh that
he would subconsciously hear across the halls as he spoke to his friends. He made himself laugh a little with the
boy, he didn't know the joke, or hell, why he was laughing, but he just loved watching the boy be amused by
something. Now that's something he never forgot.
"what is it?" Dream asked, George smirking.
"what's your real name?" He smiled, leaning slightly towards Dream. Dreams face was a bit surprised, George
couldn't blame him though, no one knew his real name in high school. Even the teachers and staff called him
Dream. George was slightly convinced Dreams family might also call him Dream too, and he wondered. Why hide
his name? And why Dream?
Dream looked away, seemingly avoiding the question, "why are you asking me?" He looked back at the boy,
the brunette rolling his eyes again.
"because I'm curious, if you won't tell me, why do you insist you be called Dream?" He smiled, this was a lighter
question it seemed, as it eased Dream a little more.
"well," he started, looking down at his feet, "when my sister was nearly four, she said that in her dreams, I would
take care of her and play with her all day, so she called me Dream boy" Dream stated, Georges eyes going wide, he
had a sister? "Soon it shortened to Dream, and since I um.." he looked to his left, away from George, "didn't
particularly feel comfortable with my birth name.. it just kind of stuck until everyone started calling me Dream"
He explained, George made an aww like noise, seemingly pissing off the blonde boy. "Don't make that noise like
I'm cute! I'm not cute, I'm a man" Dream folded his arms, making the brunette laugh.
"sure Dream," he laughed again, "You can't convince me you're not cute after telling that story" he laughed,
a blush running across his pale skin, he didn't care if Dream found him weird for calling him cute at this point.
Dream shook his head, his blush also increasing the more George laughed, "whatever, idiot.." Dream bit down
on the inside of his lip, trying not to react to the boys laugh.
George opened his eyes after his laughing fit, looking at Dream like he hadn't seen him in decades. The boy
looked so different, it was only a year apart and he already seemed so much older, so much more handsome. He
tried to keep these thoughts down but he found it hard as he watched the boy go on about something that George
couldn't hear, he was too busy admiring the boys features. Like his dotted freckles that seemed to complete the
boy. And his hair, it was obviously thicker and had much more to it. George remembered, he used to cut it at least
once a month to keep it a similar length, but now he seemed to have left it grow a bit more. And his eyes, fuck, his
eyes, they seemed so energized and full of life, like he had been living in flower fields and sunlight for the last year.
Quite contrary to George's eyes, which were more dull in his opinion.
Still, as he caressed the boys face with his eyes, taking in all his features, he found out why he hadn't forgotten
the boy a single day of his life. His laugh, his smile, his voice, everything was so unforgettable, because he was in
love. He was in love with the person he seemed to have hated the most. His face brightened with more red blush,
if that was even possible at the point. No one else was here to take this moment from George, Dreams voice, it
was only for his ears right now. He was gonna tell him, he was going to tell him how much he loved him, whether
it be tomorrow, or a week, or a year like it has been, he would tel, him, he had to. Before he was taken by someone
else.
Sorry it was shorter than the rest! I actually really like the idea of them being enemies then suddenly, out
if no where, falling in love. Maybe I'm just a sucker for the enemies to lovers trope 🤔
Anyway, I love each and every one of you! I'm working on some Karlnap at the moment so that should be out
shortly! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3
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