(just wanna say that this takes place about two weeks after the last chapter, meaning its been about a month since the breakup, and 2 weeks since george first got ahold of dream. just wanted to clarify before this chapter lol)
Have you ever woken up one day and had that weird feeling in your chest that something was going to change? or that something good might happen? Like theres this unknown ball of energy swirling in your chest? Well that was George a couple days ago. He felt the days dragging out, seeming longer then they should and he would just wish that time could just speed up so he could fly out to Dream. Until one morning, about four days ago, George got a notification from his computer that a new flight was added. A flight from London directly to Orlando. A flight that would take off 2 weeks earlier than his original plans, meaning he could leave for Florida in two short days. Two days until he could surprise Dream at his door and be there for him physically. He didn't plan on telling Dream though. He would rather come early and have him not know. Adds the excitement you know? He already had his address because he had asked as soon as the original plan was made, just so he was prepared. So that wouldn't ruin the surprise luckily.
He had a couple of plans in mind for when he would arrive. Dream had been seeming happier in the past couple days, less like theres thousands of pounds weighing on his shoulders. Maybe if he was happy enough they could film a video! Dream had told George a couple times he was getting anxious about that, for he's had all of his social medias offline since the first day he shut people out. George wouldn't let him online for two reasons. One, it could damage the progress he's made, for one negative comment might get to him if it's specific to what happened. Two, it would spoil one of his plans. He's been collecting screen shots of nice messages from people on twitter, both their friends and their fans. He had made collages of the pictures on his phone, and he was going to send them to Dream when he got there.
The packing was... another issue. He had packed, unpacked, then repacked again too many times to count. Either he would pack too much, or too little. Now that George was coming two whole weeks early, he was going to be there for a longer period of time. That would mean he definitely needs his Minecraft set up and enough clothes. Time after time, he just wasn't satisfied with his packing job. He was too embarrassed to admit, but it had taken him about 5 hours to pack fully. He wanted to keep redoing it until it was perfect, but he honestly his arms were becoming too tired to keep reorganising the same piles. He had this strange need to be presentable for dream. Yeah sure, it was his best friend so it shouldn't matter, but he was terrified of not looking the way he wanted for dream. He didn't pay much attention to the thought, for he was more focused on getting done. He had also made sure to bring his cat to his neighbour who offered to care for his cat whenever he needed. Those were his two biggest tasks to complete before leaving.
The next day was dull. Its like the couple days before school ended when you were in high school. Or that tedious count down until your birthday when you were younger. That longing feeling of being "So close yet so far" overpowered every other emotion in George. He knew he was close to finally getting on that plane, but it felt so far away in the moment.
He hadn't told a soul about flying to Dream, not even Sapnap. He kept it all inside his head. He left all his excitement, nerves, and general thoughts to collect in his head, the only possible way to let it out would be when he could finally see dream in person.
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He had a restless night, for he could barely shut his eyes due to the bubbling emotions in his body. The same persistent thought kept returning to his head, 'he was really going to see dream when he wakes up,' or the thought that 'this time tomorrow i'll be with dream.'
George rose before the sun, swiftly changing his clothes and harshly grabbing his suitcase, running out the door and locking it behind him. He called a car and drove to the airport, taking time to try and take deep breaths as he looked out the window at the city surrounding him. He couldn't believe it was all happening. The moment the car pulled to a stop, he flew out of the car, making sure to thank the driver before exiting though. He sprinted through the translucent doors, running through the bright airport, through security and to his gate. There, he took a moment to catch his breath and sit down to regain himself. He drank a full bottle of water and enjoyed a bag of chips.
He pulled out his phone, checking his notifications and scrolling through twitter, liking fanart as he passed by tweets. As he was called to board, he sent a quick tweet that read "im on my way." He liked sending cryptic messages that could mean anything, for people always read into it and make theories (a/n im attacking myself and dreamteamtwt oops).
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He spent the first hour or two of the actual flight watching videos he had downloaded on youtube. The majority of the videos were compilations of him and dream, or were their own videos. He smiled to himself at the memories, reliving each one to the best of his abilities. Recording the videos together were some of the most enjoyable memories he ever had, and he wouldn't want to film with anyone else.
The next couple hours he watched a couple movies like harry potter (a/n im sorry idk the exact names so u choose ig), old marvel movies, and to all the boys i've loved before. Towards the last couple films, he felt himself drifting off, so he took the opportunity to let himself fall asleep so he could be rested for his arrival.
A couple hours later, he was woken by the static voice letting the passengers know that the plane was soon to land. He quickly put his seat up and slid his carry on underneath the seat in front of him, his hands falling into his lap as soon as he sat back up. Only a mere couple minutes left. Forty minutes at most. His throat felt tight and his head a little fuzzy due to the forcefully contained excitement pooling in his chest. He drew in a shaky breath as the plane landed, his body jolting slightly at the change of force. As the plane came to a stop, all passengers simultaneously stood suddenly, everyone trying to be the first to leave the plane. Luckily for George, he managed to be towards the front of the line, making it easy and simple for him to depart from the flight.
He started at a walk towards the baggage claim, his pace slowly becoming a jog, to a run, and finally to a full on sprint. He tried his best to be patient while waiting for his suitcase to appear on the conveyor belt, however he could barely control himself. His knee was uncontrollably bouncing, and he unintentionally bit the tight skin by his nails slightly. He caught sight of his bag, the dull blue ribbon signalling that the simple black suitcase was his. With a great force, he ripped his luggage off the belt and headed towards the exit of the airport. He hailed a taxi and quickly jumped in as soon as he succeeded in catching a cab drivers attention (a/n hi idk if there are taxis in florida so just roll with it if there aren't). He took a deep breath and read out the details of Dream's house, fiddling with his hands as the car started in motion. The ride wasn't too long, only a ten minute drive which he spent on youtube.
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He paid the driver and stepped out of the car, dragging his suitcase behind him. He walked up to the door, time seeming to move in slow motion.
He closed his eyes, hesitantly raising his hand to knock on the door.
knock... knock.... knock.
But there was no response. He tried again, each individual knock occurring sooner than his first sequence of knocks.
knock..knock..knock.
but there was still no answer. He tried again, repetitively knocking on the wooden door as fast as he could. He gave up on knocking as he realised he might not be home. Where would he be though? He called Dream,
ring....ring....ring.
yet there was no response from the call either. Instead he tried calling out, "Dream?"
He slowly lifted his hand to hold the knob of his door, debating on whether to try and turn it or not. He turned his wrist slightly to the right, a click sounding as he did. The door was unlocked. "dream?" he called as he stepped inside putting his suitcase inside just incase.
"Dream are you home?" There was a silence. He noticed the lights were on, so he must be home. George stood there, contemplating where the hell Dream could be. In the midst of his thoughts, he could've sworn he heard a far away whimper. So he called out again, taking off his shoes and lightly wandering towards the noise he had heard. "Dream?"
The whimper became a louder sob, showing George he was heading in the right direction. He walked through the hallway, the sobs becoming more and more audible as he kept walking. His breath became shaky yet again, nervous as to what this situation actually was.
He turned the corner, walking inside the open door at the end of the hallway. He looked around, his phone dropping to the floor as a gasp escaped his mouth. He saw dream against the wall on the floor of his dim room, tears flowing from his eyes and his hands cradling his forehead. George rushed towards Dream, dropping to his knees as he neared him. His lifted his hand and gingerly rested it on Dream's back, causing the other's head to shoot up in his direction. His sad eyes widened as the expression in his face became softer.
"George?" a hoarse whisper escaped his friend's lips.
"Dream what-" He was cut off by Dream latching onto George, holding him in a tight embrace. Dream gripped onto Georges shirt, holding onto the fabric tightly, burying his face into George's shoulder. George in response brought one of his hands to Dreams soft hair, the other hand holding onto dreams back. He ran his hands through Dream's hair softly, whispering "Im here Dream its ok" repetitively.
The two sat like that for a couple of minutes, George trying to calm Dream down through his choked wails. At some point during this time, they had fully reclined on the floor, still clinging onto each other like the other could disappear at any second. Dream's face hid into his shoulder, his hand reaching across Georges body. George's arm lay under Dream's head, still carding his fingers through his hair while he used his other hand to gently hold Dream's arm that was situated across his body. Neither of them questioned their position, for George was far too concerned for Dream to even think about it. On the other hand, Dream had never felt safer in his life. The warmth of George's body and his gentle touch made him feel comforted, much more than the rain could've ever comforted him.
His cries became less and less frequent, and his breath slowly evened. George took notice of this and began to quietly speak. "Breathe with me ok?"
He heard a noise from dream that was meant to tell him yes. Dream followed the pattern of his breaths through the rising and falling of George's chest. Their breaths became synced as Dream's sobs were silenced. Neither spoke for a couple minutes, until George felt Dream's head move. He looked down, his eyes meeting Dream's as he did. His breath hitched as he stared into the glassy eyes of his friend. Dream carefully raised his hand, gently resting it on George's cheek. His hand caressed his face, moving his thumb up and down slowly. His face flared a bright pink, heat radiating off of George's face. Neither person dared to break the eye contact, and neither dared to move from their position. George felt the weight of Dream's body on him and his legs underneath his, but it oddly made him feel warm inside.
The silence was finally broken with a soft whisper from Dream.
"How are you here?"
He smiled and used his free hand to wipe the remains of his tears from Dream's flushed face, then swept his stray hairs back into position. He intertwined his fingers with the hand currently resting on his face, bringing both of their hands to his chest, rubbing the smooth skin of Dream's hand with his thumb. He continued to brush his fingers through his hair in a calming way.
"I got an early plane ticket" He replied softly.
The distance between their faces was dangerously close, yet neither of the two were uncomfortable with it. Maybe it was just the situation? Or maybe there was something else? But either way George didn't plan on moving. He continued staring into the eyes of his friend. There was something mesmerising about the difference of shades of his iris, and though he couldn't see their exact colour, the shapes the details made flowed together beautifully. His grip on Dreams hand tightened ever so slightly.
"Thank you" Dream replied, a shine returning to his eyes. George smiled and let out a soft giggle in response as Dream nestled his head back into his shoulder. Clay's eyes felt heavy, his body was relaxed in George's arms.
"Rest"
"but you just got here"
"I'd rather have you sleep, I don't know what happened but you need the rest. I wont move a muscle. I'll be right here" Dream's gaze returned to his friend's eyes as George finished his sentence, "I promise."
"Are you comfortable at least?" he quietly asked George.
he chuckled, "yes. If I never had to move I wouldn't. Plus you're keeping me warm" He smiled.
"Ok"
"Goodnight dreamy"
"Goodnight"
George sat there, continuing to softly brush through Dream's hair. Before he let he himself fall asleep, he untangled their fingers in order to bring his own hand to the back of Dream's head. He lifted his own head, bringing it closer to the other in order to leave a gentle kiss on his forehead, then replacing his hand back into Dream's. A couple seconds later, he felt dreams hand slip out of his and land on his own cheek. He felt the weight on his body lift for a moment as Dream brought himself up in order to return a soft, lingering kiss on Georges cheek. Their hands relinked and george giggled. "Go to bed"
"You kissed my head first"
"I thought you were asleep" he laughed quietly.
"No but can I have another one?"
"Will you go to sleep if I do?"
"Yes"
"Ok"
Dream smiled to himself as he felt George shift and kiss his forehead again.
"Goodnight dream"
"Goodnight Georgie"
The two fell into a comfortable sleep after their goodnights.
And the crazy part about all of this?
Well neither of them minded how the night ended.
Whats even stranger?
Well the night left the two wanting to be this close again. Dream wanted to feel George's fingers running through his hair, he wanted to be held by him. George wanted to look into his eyes again, he wanted to feel Dream's soft touch as he caressed his cheek, he wanted to hold him.
Why?
Their relationship was special.
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2660 words dude.
sorry if this chapter is fast paced in the beginning oops.
Hope y'all are having a nice day!
Let me know what you thought of this long ass chapter
So I drew this after to describe how they were sitting bc idk if it made sense
oh yeah if you ever want to make art for this pleeassseee tag me on insta @ teeheekatiee. (someone made art and i deadass cried)