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Dream was standing, staring at the bags that passed in front of him as he waited to see his lime green one. He had his hood pulled up, playing ‘Talk to me' by Cavetown. He felt his anxiety boiling over as he thought to himself. He was snapped back when he saw his suitcase coming closer, walking up to the edge of the luggage carousel. Once the lime suitcase started to pass, he grabbed it, double checking it was his by look at the fan made tag on it. It was a white piece of fabric, with a smile on it. He smiled back at it, staring to pull his bag along with him as his feet started moving.
George was in his car, trying to fix his hair so he looked a bit more put together- and not like he had not slept al night. He stared at the text Dream had sent that he landed and was in the luggage claim area. “Fuck- fuckfuckfuck—” The British boy grabbed his phone, opening the car door quickly. He slammed it behind him, running as fast as he could- which wasn’t fast, what do you expect- he’s a Minecraft streamer. He pushed past people who stared at him with a confused gaze as he walked into the building. He slowed, not wanting to look crazy as he walked into the luggage claim area. The brit stared at his phone, typing quietly ‘here, where r you?’ He sighed, watching the dots form, and stop, then bubble again ‘i’ll find you just stay put‘ George sighed, and started walking to a bench to sit.
The Floridian had spotted him, walking behind him, trying to not act strange. He prayed his lime green suitcase and lack of a jacket, in his grey sweatpants, and white t-shirt wouldn't give him away. Once he got behind him, he inhaled slowly, grabbing him from behind in a way- that he prayed he wouldn’t be able to hit him, or smack his head into his chin. “Boo-“ The brit let out a small yelp, pushing against the man who held him in their large, and strong grasp “Let me-“ The man laughed, “George- calm down,” George stopped “Dream..?” The man hummed “Mm, correct-“ George relaxed in the warms arms that were wrapped around him, “C-can- can I see you-“ Dream hummed, staring at the back of the boy’s head. The British boy turned slowly, his eyes snapping from feature to feature. First, his eyes looked at his cheeks, which were tanned, and sprinkled with caramel freckles along the soft skin- at least he assumed it was soft, it looked smooth. Then, his eyes glanced up to the yellow ones staring back at him. He knew they were green, since humans can’t have red eyes- and because Sapnap told him about his green eyes a few times on call- mostly because he was curious- Sapnap said they had a green-ish brown around the Iris, that spiked out into a yellow, and into the emerald green that stared back at him. The Floridian’s eyes stared back at his, and he looked away, feeling his cheeks flush. George stared at his lips for a moment, then taking in his full face. Dream was attractive, that was a fact, and not even because he liked him- he was honestly attractive- he had a sharp jawline, and angular features. It’s not like how he imagined, he imagined Dream to have softer features, only slightly. It’s not even that George didn’t try to think of what he looked like, he even took clips of the male’s face in photo shop and tried plastering them together—it didn’t turn out well, but that doesn’t matter now- he had Dream in front of him.
George pushed out a laugh, the panic in Dream’s eyes burning brighter, “No wonder you never showed your face—” because you are too fucking handsome, George joked, having a lopsided smile on his face. Dream’s faced darkened slightly “I’m kidding—” George smiled up at him “You—you look good..” Gorge muttered softly, awkwardly pulling from the younger boy’s grasp. Dream tried not to frown at the lack of warmth from the smaller boy but smiled at the complement.
They walked in silence; it wasn’t awkward- nor was it comforting—just.. silence. They stepped into the cold, windy London air which caused Dream to shiver slightly, cursing under his breath as he took off his backpack that was on his back. The American placed it on the ground, unzipping it as he searched for his jacket. George just watched him, taking in the sight of his best friend in front of him. There wasn’t over four thousand miles, and a sea between them anymore. Just a mere few feet. A few feet that, before George noticed- was closing as he walked towards the man who was crouched, pulling out muddy yellow looking jacket. Which, again George assumed was green since it was the man’s favorite color. Dream stood after he zipped the bag, staring at George with a smile as he pulled the jacket over his head- which caused his shirt to rise, and expose the tanned skin of his waist. George stared. How could you not? The man had fucking abs, abs. Dream felt the brit’s burning gaze on his skin, smiling at him. “You could take a fucking photo with how hard your staring,” The American had a sly, shit eating grin on his face as he watched the Brit turn red. “I- no—” George turned quickly, walking to the car that wasn’t parked far from where they were. “George—” Dream hurried after him, laughing.
Once they reached the car, Dream almost got into the ‘wrong side’, only to be stared at by George like he was crazy. After he got to the right side of the car, he settled into the seat. George sat in his seat, turning the seat warmers on as he rubbed his fingers over the mountains and valleys of his knuckles, which Dream assumed was a nervous tick of his, like how Dream bounced his leg to the point the car was shaking, despite being parked and having two grown men in it. Dream stared at the British boy, who had his hands in front of the car vents that pushed out hot air onto his ice hands. “You’re real.” Dream laughed a bit, smiling. George hummed, nodding his head up and down as he looked over. “I am-“ Dream cupped his face in his hands, which were cold against George’s flushed cheeks. They smiled, just sitting there for a little while. He could feel Dream’s breath on his features, breathing slowly as he stared at the boy happily. His cheeks hurt from smiling. Either it was George’s gay panic, or Dream actually did it, but George could swear he saw Dream’s eyes flicker to his lips, and him bite his own as he leaned back into his own seat.