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George isn’t sure what woke him; whether it be the cracked blackout curtain and the golden sunshine peeking through his window, or maybe it was patches walking along his legs trying to cuddle. It could be blonde hair tickling his neck and flowing into his open lips.
But all he knew was that he was awake, awake enough to hear the birds chirping outside. Awake enough to look at his clock and see the time. The time and the date.
The Date
George had never been as excited for a single date before. Nothing had ever matched the joy that flooded his chest whenever he caught himself thinking of the current day. He isn’t sure how he got here, what kind of holy beings had placed him in the perfect place at the perfect time with the perfect people.
Emphasis on perfect people .
Getting out of bed without the blonde mess of curls disrupting him wasn't something that went unplanned. He knew exactly which ways to twist, turn and bend; even knew which signs to look for to signify the awakening of his boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
George was still mind blown at the mere fact of him being able to spend his days with him. Him being Dream, of course. He and Dream had been dating for 4 years. They’d gone through the trials and error of long distance and close distance relationships. They struggled everyday to come out on top, fought through every single danger the world could have ever thrown at them; and it was all in the name of love.
Making it out of his room, Dream still asleep and patches on his trail, George made his way into the kitchen.
George had his routines; had his morning routine, his shower routine, his cooking routine . Who was he kidding, George hadn’t touched the stove since he moved in. George liked his routines. He liked making them, like following them, liked getting praised for completing them.
Now, George might not have ever touched the stove, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to use it. That also didn’t mean he hadn’t ever cooked before. He has, and he could whip up an amazing english breakfast. Dream was so used to George playing the “helpless male-wife” role in their relationship that George is pretty sure he thinks the brunette is absolutely clueless in the kitchen.
George always withheld his culinary skills from Dream, knowing the one day he used them would be the day he-
Footsteps interrupted his train of thought. He froze. It wasn’t unusual for George to be out of bed before Dream, it was actually quite normal. But George was sure if today was the day Dream decided to start waking up before 9 am, he'd be royally screwed. He glanced at the clock to make sure he wasn’t the one to blame for Dreams sudden consciousness, 7:18 glared back at him in blue numbers from the stove.
Ok, he was in the clear. The only thing he had to do was wait. Wait for Dream to do whatever it is he’s doing, hopefully just using the bathroom, and make his way back to bed. As he silently searched around the kitchen, his eyes landed on a piece of plastic. One with a white strip at the bottom as hughes of green glistened along the film.
A smile danced its way onto soft porcelain skin, causing divots between eyebrows and creases on cheeks. Making his way towards the fridge where the polaroid hung between metal and a magnet with patches’ face on it.
As George picked the photo off the fridge, his brain went into overdrive, remembering the night captured forever in a piece of plastic. The night where the rest of his life had been laid out in front of him.
4 YEARS AGO
“Dream!” George yelled.
The sky was black, twinkling with stars, as two boys laid under it. The night had been perfect. Ice cream after a movie, a walk on a dirt path through the woods, Dream leading George to a small, roofless gazebo like structure that he and his grandfather had built with permission from the forestry department when he was small.
George and Dream had been going on dates for the past 2 months. Ever since George had met Dream at a local pizzeria, the brunette had been smitten . He wasn’t sure if it was his sandy blonde hair that looked almost brown, or if it was the color of his eyes that even though he couldn’t see the color green, and could only see them as a hugh of yellow, had been the prettiest eyes he had the permission of getting lost in.
He remembers the orange walls and the green vest Dream had worn. He remembers how good his waist had looked in the corset type vest and how cute his hair looked, all disheveled as if his hands had a permanent place running through it.
Dream and George were currently rolling around on the grass as George ran away from Dream’s hands, trying to escape being tickled.
“Come back!” Dream whined.
“No! Stop trying to tickle me!” George was now sitting up and a few inches away from Dream where he quickly scooted away.
“But you laugh like an angel,” Dream’s face got serious, although a soft smile still loitered on his face, “And you always hide your smile when you do laugh. I just really want to see you happy.”
George knew then and there that Dream could ask him anything at any time and he would say yes. Those two sentences had sent George’s heart into a near cardiac arrest with how erratic it was currently beating.
As someone who was never good with words, all George could do in the moment was smile and shake his head.
Dream smiled back and opened his arm from where it was laying in his chest, beckoning for George to come closer. As the older boy laid back into the ground, closer to Dream than he had previously been, the blonde had cupped his cheek and searched his face.
George wasn’t sure what Dream was looking for but if the content smile plastering his face was any sign, he had certainly found it.
A few seconds of silence were ruined by Dream’s silky voice, “George?”
George closed his eyes and let himself relax as he let out a short, “hmm?”
Another beat of silence.
And then the question.
“Will you be my boyfriend?”
George’s eyes fluttered open and a small gasp left his lips. George wasn’t sure how he was expecting this night to end, but he was sure as hell glad this was how it would.
With a deep breath and lick of his lips, George met Dream’s eyes and gave him a small nod. That small nod would forever be known as the start to the rest of their lives. They would never have realized how such a simple question, merely six syllables would change the course of their timelines forever.
A toothy grin spread like a plague across glistening skin as the younger boy let out an airy laugh. Both the boys had sat up and stared straight ahead of them, lost in the thought of each other, when all of a sudden Dream once again, interrupted their silence.
“George?” he whispered.
“Dream?”
He bit his lip, “Can I kiss you?”
This time, George didn’t answer. George refused to be the one waiting for all the moves, he didn’t want Dream to put in all the effort in initiating things. So he did the only thing he could think of. He kissed him.
Present Day
Another round of footsteps, followed by the small click of a door, dragged George out from his memories. A quick look at the time revealed that only a few minutes had passed, with a new sense of urgency in his step, George made a point not to get distracted again.
The time flew by like a kite in the morning breeze. Glancing at the clock, it was now 9:02. George had just finished up plating Dreams food and was currently hyping himself up.
Pacing around the kitchen island George’s mind was running faster than lighting. He knew that this day was special, he knew that there was no universe that this day ended anyway but perfectly. But he still had his doubts, his what ifs. Hearing a light cough from his bedroom, George knew Dream was awake.
With a smile on his face and a weight in his pajama pockets, he made his way up the stairs, through the hallways, and into the bedroom where his boyfriend was most likely laying in bed and scrolling through his phone.
“Dream? You awake?” George whispered, afraid of being wrong about his boyfriend's consciousness and rudely awakening him.
Golden eyes stared back at him with sleep clouding his vision. Dream’s eyes flickered from George’s face, down to the plate of food he was holding, and back to his face with a new found confusion.
“Mornin’ baby,” Dream instantly sat up and wiped his eyes, “What’s this for?” He gestured to the plate as George climbed onto the bed beside him and placed it on his lap.
George shrugged and looked at his boyfriend with a soft smile, “Just a little something.”
Dream’s face was skeptical, “You didn’t burn down the kitchen did you? Where did this come from? Did Sapnap come over and cook?”
George scoffed, “Just because you’ve never let me near the stove, doesn’t mean i don’t know how to cook, Dream.”
Dream chuckled and stared at the food for a few seconds before mustering up the courage and taking a bite.
With a smug look on his face, George watched as Dream’s face went through a multitude of different emotions. From shocked to confused to amazed and back to finally pleased.
“This is fucking amazing baby, wow, thank you.” The smile on Dreams face was truly enough thanks George ever needed. Nothing compared to the feeling of awe George got in the pit of his stomach and every corner of his heart when Dream smiled. It could cure him on every rainy day, without hesitation.
“You're welcome.”
———
Dream and George have been talking for the past 20 minutes, about nothing important really. Just about simple things, like how their weeks have been and how their streaming schedules look like for the day. But George was getting angsty. The weight in his pocket was burning and he needed some relief.
So this was it. The moment he had been waiting for ever since the first kiss in the forest. Well, he didn’t know he’d make it this far but, subconsciously he knew this moment would come.
“Dream?” George sat up from where he was laying and looked into his boyfriend’s eyes. He couldn’t believe this would be the last time he’d be able to call him that.
Taking a deep breath, he went all in. There truly was no going back.
“I just wanted to start off by saying that you are my best friend. I don’t know who I would be or where I would be without you. You make me the strongest man I could have ever wished to be and I will forever be grateful.” George let out in one breath.
Dream’s face filled with blood and he looked down and found himself interested with a thread on the blanket.
That wasn’t acceptable. George stood up off the bed and grabbed Dream’s face between both of his hands, making sure their eyes met.
“Eyes on me, yea?”
Dream nodded.
“These past four years have been some of the best years of my life. You make me the happiest man in the world. Not only do you make me happy though, you make me incredibly angry. Angry that I have to share with you, angry that we can’t stay in bed all day and stare at those stupid glow in the dark stars above the bed. It makes me angry that everyone in the world and all over twitter and twitch and instagram get to see your beautiful face every morning. Sometimes, I want to deactivate all of your social media accounts and move into the middle of nowhere with you.”
Dream was taken aback.
“I know I'm not a super lovey dovey person and I know you never hear these words leave my mouth but I love you Clay. You make my world spin. You light the stars in my sky. You paint every shade of color into my life. I want to spend every waking moment with you in my life. I never want to know what it's like to have a dark sky, or a black and white life. You're it for me, Dream. You're the person I’ve searched for my entire life. “
George lowered his hands from his face and moved them into his pocket where he retrieved the weight. The black velvet weight he bought 3 months ago on their trip to L.A. The one that Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, and even Dreams Mom and younger sister had all helped him pick out. And he got on one knee.
Realization spread across Dreams face as imaged tears finally spilled over.
“George I-“
“Shhhh, let me finish.”
As George opened the box, Dream gasped.
“Will you make me the happiest person in the galaxy and marry me? Please?”
The room was silent. Even patches who had slipped in during George’s proposal had her eyes trained on Dream. Waiting. Patiently waiting.
All of a sudden George felt the air change. A rush of adrenaline spiked the sound waves and sent electromagnetic shocks through his heart. He smiled the brightest he ever could once he realized what the change was. A realization. An epiphany you could say.
“Yes! Holy fuck yes! Oh my god!” Dream yelled, flinging himself towards George and meeting him in the middle for a passionate kiss.
As George pulled away and slid the band onto Dream finger, he whispered something he never had the courage to think out loud.
“Clay Davidson has a nice ring, don’t you think?”
As tears tracked down Dream's face and laughter flooded the air, George knew nothing would ever beat this moment. Other than the official wedding of course. But that wouldn’t be for a while. And right now, George was content in sitting in his bed, under the glistening green stars above them, with his fiancé.