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Planes were something George despised. The rattling of their engines, the height they flew at, the time it took to get through customs. While he enjoyed the fact he was going somewhere he was long overdue to go to, and desperately wanted to see these people, he hated the trip itself. But as it almost always does, the plane landed smoothly, and he was off it in no time.
In America. Specifically, Orlando, Florida, because landing in Washington DC would in no way help him to get closer to his friends and where they live. Where he lives now too.
He went through the final steps he needed to, collected his bags, and finally left the airport. Wearing a hoodie and sweats in spring was probably not the best plan, but it was 3am here, so he didn't have an issue.
As it was so early, there was only one car in the pickup area, besides the Taxis and the odd Uber. An average height man leaned against it, scrolling through his phone, looking bored until George called out to him.
"Sapnap!" He yelled, lugging the two large suitcases he was 'required' to bring. 'Required' by Dream, not Sapnap, he didn't give a shit how much luggage George brought while they waited for the rest, telling them he would most likely steal all of Dream's clothes anyway. This sent a wave of blush over George's face, but earned a scoff from Dream, who told him he didn't want George relying on his clothes.
The younger man looked up to see who called his name and ran forwards, bringing the other into a hug. His laughter was muffled by Georges shoulder in which his head was buried into. "It's so good to finally see you man!" He exclaimed as they pulled away from the hug.
George nodded in response, a smile spreading across his face as he fully examined his friends face in real life. It got even wider when he realised the height difference between the two. "Good to see you too 'Shortnap'." He cackled as Sapnap's face plummeted.
"Fuck you." He huffed, grabbing one of George's bags and heading for the car. George's happy gaze lingered on his best friend for a moment longer, realising what and who he was missing, before quickly catching up to Sapnap.
"Where's Dream?" He asked curiously. Sapnap tensed slightly, covering it up by shoving the bags into the boot of the car.
"He didn't want to come." He told George vaguely. George's eyes furrowed slightly, climbing into the car's passenger seat.
"Why not?" He inquired, a sad tint to his voice. 'Why doesn't he want to see me?' Sapnap shrugged in response, focusing on the road.
The car trip was filled with laughter and chatter, both boys happy to be in each other's presence. It didn't feel like long until they pulled into the driveway of their house. George wasn't shocked by the appearance or size of the house, having spent many hours facetiming the two while they considered buying it. Dream wore his mask or a box head like Crumbs the entire time.
The happy mood continued until Sapnap noticed there wasn't another car in the driveway. George's heart plummeted.
"Let's just go. I'm sure you want to sleep." He muttered, taking both suitcases inside. Sapnap frowned but lead George to the room regardless, leaving to his own devices once they reached the door.
He opened the door and was slightly surprised to see the room decorated exactly the way he and Dream had planned. Beside the crisp white envelope sitting on the bed, awaiting his arrival. His eyes furrowed at its presence, shifting his bags from the corridor into the room while it waited for him to investigate it.
He picked it up and read the writing on the front. 'George', it read, in messy, scrawled out letters, clearly written with either little care or in a rush. Flipping it over, a small note was scribed onto the back of the card. 'From Dream :)'. He scoffed at it, but it sent a wave of butterflies into his stomach as he thought about the man.
They weren't boyfriends or really dating either, as dating was difficult when you lived four thousand miles away from each other, but mutual feelings had been confirmed, and the flirting between the two on streams was no longer just a bit.
Part of George had hoped that when he arrived, Dream would finally ask him to be his boyfriend or at least something more than friends. He had no clue why neither of them had asked, him simply due to anxiety, but Dream... He wasn't sure. He wondered if it had something to do with his face reveal to the brit, as he knew it was something that stressed him out.
Thumbing with the flap as he thought, he finally came to the decision to open it and reveal what his kinda-boyfriend had written to him.
The letter was written out on a random piece of A4 printer paper and printed out with a deep blue pen was the explanation of where Dream was.
'Dear George,
I'm sorry I can't be there. Sapnap reminded me over and over again that you would be disappointed I wasn't there, and I now realise that because I left, I kinda seem like a dick.
I have no fucking idea how you're going to get here, but if you can figure out how to get on the roof, I'll be there.
Love,
Dream'
The last two words caught a hitch in George's throat as he scanned over them. The letter was short and sweet, but it did leave him at a loss on where to go from there. He checked inside the envelope to see if there was anything else, and low and behold, there was another slip of paper.
A rushed diagram was sprawled out on the sheet, showing how he could climb around the room to get to him. There were little labelled stick figures shown in a key in the top left-hand corner, one labelled 'Me (Dream)' and the other 'Pretty Boy (You :))'. George scoffed at the label for himself.
"He just has to flirt with me at all times doesn't he?" He muttered under his breath, with a slight smile.
Following the map, he hoisted himself up the ladder oddly placed on the wall beside his balcony. The last two rungs were rusted, so a hesitant foot was placed on each one. Feeling satisfied with his accomplishments, he put more weight on it, a yelp of shock being let out when it gave way beneath him, almost sending him tumbling down if it wasn't for a hand that grasped firmly around his.
Carefully opening the eyes he'd squeezed shut in case he was actually still falling, they met startling green ones, worry evident in them. He was pulled into standing position as his eyes examined the others face in wonder, the other subconsciously doing the same.
"Sorry." The man blurted, his voice clearly belonging to that of his 'best friend'. The arms that had been wrapped around George released him and he stood in amazement, realising he'd just seen Dream's face while said man collected his face mask and slipped it over his face.
"Why are you hiding from me?" George blurted out. To him the person before him was a beautiful guy who he would do anything for. Dream hesitated; hands frozen as they were set adjusting the ear straps of his mask. It was a standard blue surgical mask, not too much special about it, but George hated it as it covered up something he so desperately wanted to see.
"I'm scared." Dream admitted, hands falling down to his sides and his head dropping down, so his gaze was targeted on the concrete slats of the roof. There was silence following his answer until George took a few steps forwards until he was standing in front of the taller, collecting the others face in his palms.
"I think you got the labels on that diagram wrong." He told the younger, causing his head to finally turn towards him.
"Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry, is that why you fell?" Dream asked frantically. George chuckled and shook his head, staring into Dream's beautiful bright green eyes.
"No." he said, staring at the mask with deep hatred, before slowly reaching a finger up and hooking it on the edge of the fabric. Glancing up into Dream's eyes he made sure this was okay, earning a hesitant nod and arms sliding down to wrap around his waist. George leaned into the touch, smiling at the handsome face in front of him. He continued talking as the mask was gently pulled down.
"You're the pretty one." He whispered, eyes darting across the entirety of Dream's face. A blush began to settle over the taller's face while George's gaze lingered on his lips for a second longer than the rest of his face.
"George," He said, finally gaining some confidence. "If you want to kiss me, just say so." The man in front of him paused.
"I do want to kiss you," The older admitted cautiously. "But I'm not sure you want to kiss me."
The blonde chuckled, reaching down and gingerly placing his lips on the brunettes. They both leaned into each other as the kiss continued, George's hands firmly placing themselves on Dream's face, dragging his thumb up and down the others cheek. Their first kiss of many more, was on a roof top after George almost fell to his death.
Dream pulled away, resting his forehead on George's as they both caught their breath.
"Was," George began. "Was there a reason why we aren't dating or boyfriends yet? Is it because of the distance or –" Dream pressed his lips onto his as an attempt to shut him up.
It worked very well.
"I just wanted to make sure you actually wanted to be with me even after seeing my face." He told him once the kiss was broken. George gave him a sceptical look before pulling away from his touch and leading him back down the ladder into his room. Dream frowned at his loss of the older in his arms, intertwining their fingers to make up for it.
George dragged him into his room, releasing his hand once they reached the balcony doorway. He climbed into his bed and reached his arms out to the blonde, pouting. Dream chuckled at his child-like behaviour, but obliged to the brunette's request, settling himself in George's arms, resting his head on his chest and staring into his brown eyes.
"Your freckles are pretty." George stated randomly. "And you have beautiful eyes, and your hair is the loveliest colour."
"Stop!" Dream groaned, shoving his face into the others chest to hide his blush and smile. George just smirked and continued naming things he found beautiful about Dream.
"Okay, I get it, you think I'm hot, what do you want!" Dream mumbled. The other's smirk fell into a frown, and he buried his head in Dream's hair, relishing the feeling of his soft locks against his cheeks.
"No matter what you looked like, I would date you. I started liking you for your personality, your voice, your laugh, literally everything about you except for what you look like, since I hadn't seen you yet. I always wanted to see what you looked like, not because I felt like you needed to, but because I knew you would be beautiful." George's words were muffled by the others hair, but he knew they had an effect on Dream because his head got stuffed further into the brunettes chest.
He lifted his head and forced Dream to lift his too so he could look into his eyes.
"Your appearance doesn't matter to me, but you are so beautiful. I know that, Sapnap knows that, all our fans know that. And not only does your appearance not define you as a person or on who likes you, but you're right, I do think you're hot. Because you are."
Dream just smiled and connected their lips.
"Since we've established you don't care about what I look like, do you want to be my boyfriend George?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes idiot, I would love to be." George whispered back, kissing him for their fourth kiss that night.
"I Love you." Dream whispered as his head settled back onto his now boyfriend's chest. He didn't expect him to say it back. He didn't need to say it back.
As they both drifted off to sleep, George muttered back; "I love you too."
Bonus:
Sapnap slipped his way quietly into George's room at three pm that day, ready to wake him up.
"Hey George, you end up finding Dre..." His voice trailed off as he noticed the two curled up together.
"Those fuckers." He muttered under his breath, before sprinting forwards to pounce on the two.
"Wake up idiots!" He yelled. George groaned, pulling Dream closer to his chest while the blonde chuckled, squeezing his arms tighter around the other.
"Always knew you were a little spoon Dream." Sapnap remarked, heading for the door to give them some peace. "Be back in an hour bitches! You better be fucking clothed or someone's getting murdered."
George looked down at his boyfriend. "Is he always like that?" Dream's muffled chuckle threaded its way into George's ears sweetly.
"He'll stop after a while. I think." Dream responded.
Sapnap grinned from the other side of the door where he had defiantly not been eavesdropping. He was glad they were happy.