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It all started with that damn letter, the letter Dream gave to him last Christmas, the letter that contained a small “ I love you “ that stream didn’t get to hear when he read it, the famous PS that had turned him into the vegetable he absolutely hates, the tomato.
If he hadn’t given him that letter he wouldn’t have felt like he could “ magically ” find the letter he had lost, the letter he had written only for Dream.
He cherished Sapnap and he loved him so much he would give anything for him, but somehow Dream had always taken the first place, ever since that summer in 2016, the blond had caught his attention, his guts and his try hard personality had enchanted him, somehow it was always him, him and his love language, him and his mind, him and his confidence, him and the phrases he said out of love for his friend that would make him flustered, him and his jokes that soon became a reality but only to George, or so he thought.
George had left the letter under Dream’s bedroom door that same night, he figured Dream found it because the next morning the blond had a smile that could break his face in two and he had hugged George from behind, and had whispered a small thank you in his ear, a whisper that made him shiver and almost completely erase his balance.
After that day he always finds random gifts the blond leaves with small notes such as ‘ for Gogy ;)’ and sometimes ‘ For my beautiful wife that is not really my wife ‘ George would giggle every time he read that note, because just as every hopeless romantic, he would save all the notes, every single one.
The blond knew this, but the brunette was unaware of this and always thought of all the notes as small “ jokes ” the blond would make.
Still all those notes stayed in his heart, from all the hi's to all the love you’s, everything would be important to him.
Today, he hasn’t received a note, and well it’s understandable because the blond went through a major surgery, and he is currently recovering at another house, his mother’s house.
George shouldn’t feel bad over this, he is in safe hands, his mom is an excellent nurse, but he kinda misses him. He misses hearing Dream come in the living room after a stressful day, he misses his cuddles, his forehead kisses, the way he loves and he isn’t afraid to show it, but the thing he misses the most are the small notes… the small notes that would make his entire day without a doubt, the notes he hasn’t received in a week.
He is in the middle of an episode of Death Note when the doorbell rings, curious he goes to open the door, he finds a man with a box.
“Package for Clayton Moore”
The brunette looks at the box.
“Sorry he is not home right now but I can receive it, is that alright?” George says.
“Sure, are you related?”
“No, i am just a friend.”
yeah, that’s all he was.
“I would just need you to write down your full name and we’re good” the man says with a smile.
George smiles at him to then take the box in his hand, he’ll ask the blond if it’s anything important if he wakes up today.
The man hands him a piece of paper and points at the small space that reads “Name:”, George writes down his full name and gives the piece of paper back to the man, the man smiles at him.“Goodbye have a nice day.” Is what the man says before turning around and walking to the van outside.
“Bye, you too.” George says.
George then remembers the box in his hands, and examines it. He closes the door and walks back to the living room, he sits down on the couch in which he was sitting before the doorbell rang.
The box is small and not heavy, he wonders what the blond had bought before the emergency, he decides to leave it on the table.
He takes his phone and quickly texts the blond.
“Hi”
It’s not too long before the blond replies.
“Hi”
George exhales before typing.
“You’re awake”
“How are you feeling?”
Dream laying on his bed sits up and smiles at his screen, he loves knowing the way George loves, worry and care.
“Yeah”
“I feel better now that you texted me.”
George scoffs.
“Haha very funny”
Dream smiles because he knows he made George smile.
“I am so funny aren’t I?”
George laughs and rolls his eyes.
“No actually you are the worst and your jokes never make me laugh.”
“Awe come on Georgie, you know that’s not true.”
“Whatever shut up”
“ You’re flustered aren’t you”
George smiles because he knows that what the blond just said it’s true, but he has pride, so he will not confess this to him.
“No, idiot”
“Actually I wanted to ask you something”
The blond smiles.
“ Go ahead”
“Ok”
The brunette replies.
“ I just received a package of something you ordered, and I wanted to know if I could open it”
“It’s also fine if you don’t want me to open it, those are your things and I shouldn’t be opening them.”
“The package is a small box, there’s a piece of paper pasted on top of it, it says the name of the brand”
“Modlio.” George types looking at the piece of paper pasted on the side of the box.
The blond laughs, actually he knows what the brunette is talking about, he saw the advertisement of the product before going into surgery, he figured he would buy it and maybe it’ll get to George later, if things didn’t go well with surgery, at least a last gift would be given to him and a last note too, he would know.
But everything turned out well and now he is recovering, and George is asking if he could open it, how could he say no? It’s his after all.
“Go ahead.”
“It’s for you after all”
With that George looks at the small box and takes it, curious he places the box on his lap before slowly removing the tape that is sealing the small carton box, he finds another box inside, the brand mentioned before more visible, it read “Modlio.” in a mix of blue and purple and a small message icon next to it, he looks at it curious and takes the box out, it’s white and it doesn’t say anything else, he carefully starts opening it, he finds a small note.
“ From your Husband.”
He smiles and keeps opening it, he finds a mug, and he slowly takes it out to read the message carved on it .
“ To my wife, I wish i could turn back the clock, I'd find you sooner, and love you longer.” He smiles looking at the image under the text, he rolls his eyes. Is a drawing of an old couple outside a house.
“I may not be your first date, your first kiss or your first love, but I just want to be your last everything, I love you, forever and always.”
‘You’re such an idiot’ he says in his mind in hopes it’ll get to the emerald boy, telepathically.
Then he finds a piece of paper inside the mug, he slowly takes it and opens it.
George.
This mug is probably my last gift and note, I see the surgery a bit too difficult for me to get through it, so today with this mug, I confess to you that I am in love with you.
Ever since you showed me your face, ever since you showed me your heart and the way you loved, ever since you showed the man you are.
I know I always joke about us and DNF and i find it fun, but I think those jokes stopped being jokes a while ago… I wasn’t aware of that, of my feelings, I wanted so hard to not fall for you, you are still my best friend, I didn’t want to ruin stuff for us, but then I met you in person, and you gave me that hug that made my world turn and made me dizzy, you started being more and more touchy and I couldn’t take it, it was too much for me, but then you gave me that letter and you made me believe maybe I did have a chance, I started leaving small notes, I saw that you saved them inside your nightstand drawer, and every night you would read through those with a smile, that’s why I never stopped, I hope today it’s not too late to tell you I love you, and I hope I can give you what you deserve, I really hope I make it through…
With love Clay~
Tears started running down his cheeks the moment he read through the first paragraphs, but by the moment he finished the letter, his eyes were all puffy and red and his eyes looked like a waterfall, at least that’s how it felt.
Dream was mean. All he can think about is how much he needs Dream to be by his side right this instant. He takes his phone and calls the blond. It rings once before he picks up.
“Why?” his voice breaks.
“George?” The blond asks with nervousness clear in his voice. Did he not like it?
“Why did you wait until you thought you weren’t making it through for you to tell me this.” He lets out with venom.
oh
“I didn’t want to ruin things…I was sure I wasn’t making it.” Dream says, a tear falling down his cheek. He now thinks about how hard it would’ve been for George if he had received this days after his death.
“Do you know how mad that makes me?” George says with a weak voice.
“You waited Dream, you fucking waited until you had to say goodbye, do you think that’s fair for me?! Do you think that would’ve been fair?!”
“No…” Dream sighs.
“What if I did that to you? Huh?! Would you be happy with that?!”
“No… George I am so sorry.” Dream said with a broken sob.
“You have no idea of the way I would’ve broke if you were gone right now, if you actually didn’t make it and I received this …that’s mean Dream.”
“ I know… I am sorry…” the blond whispers.
“Gosh Dream… I want to be angry with you but I can’t, and you know why? Because I love you so much and you DID make it through, and that makes me so happy that if I could kiss you right now I would, but you are still an idiot.”
“I know, I’m sorry, can you forgive me?” Dream asks before smiling letting out a small sob.
“ I can’t not forgive you…It's technically imposible fucking bastard.”
“I am sorry George Henry Davidson Young.”
“I hate you so much Clayton Moore Evans.”
“You know that’s not true.”
“It’s not…”
“I truly am sorry, love.”
George smiles at the pet name
“I know.”
“You know?I am happy I did make it, I am happy everything turned out well, I am happy I’ll get to kiss you soon.”
“Clay, stop.”
“No, listen to me, I love you.”
“I am coming over.”
“Great because I asked my mom if you or Nick could come this week.”
“Shut up.”
George hangs up and before he knows it he is inside an Uber he had ordered the second the call ended. Nick was at punz's house, he was practically alone.
He arrives at the familiar house, he thanks his driver and walks to the front door, he knocks.
“George?!” The small girl asked him in concern after looking at the red puffy eyes the dark haired boy had, “ is everything okay?”
“Yeah it’s just… your brother is an absolute idiot.” He smiles.
She scoffs. “ what did he do this time?”
“Nothing, don't worry… can I come in please?”
“Just because you said please.” She steps back and lets George walk in, he smiles at Dream’s mother who’s at the kitchen.
“George! Is everything okay sweetie?” She asks in concern.
“Yeah don’t worry miss Evans, everything is fine, can I go see him?”
“Sure! He’s in his room, actually…could you take this to him sweetheart?”
“Sure.” George smiles taking a tray with food, his dinner.
“Thank you.”
He walks up the stairs and arrives at the door, the door that will show his lover on a bed and barely moving, but he needs to see him or else he is breaking down right here right now. He turns the handle and opens the door, he sees Dream laying there and looking at George with a smile, George almost runs to him, not before leaving the tray on the nightstand.
George hugs Dream.
Nothing has felt like home before, not until now at least.
“Fuck you.” George says with a small smile while hugging the blond like is their last.
Dream laughs and opens his mouth in shock but hugging George back.
“I love you too.”
George leaves the hug and looks into his eyes. Beautiful golden eyes that only he gets to see, he found gold.
“Don’t ever do that to me again, you hear me?”
“I won’t… I am sorry”
“I love you.” The blond says with a smile.
“I love you”
“Did GeorgeNotFound just said he loved me?!” Dream says screaming.
“Shut up! You’re gonna make your mum come here.” George says laughing.
”We are safe George, I promise.” Dream says with sparkles in his eyes, this time George can see them.
“Can I kiss you?” George asks with a small smile on his face.
“Of course, it’s the least I can do… I am truly sorry.”
“Enough of the apologies.” Is the last thing George says before being pulled by the blond, their lips finally meet, and after so much they’ve been through, the kiss feels like everything, Snow, Sunlight, Spring, Holidays, galaxy chocolate, it feels like a small forever, like everything will be alright, like he is okay and safe, they pull apart and look at each others eyes in awe.
“I wish someday you can forgive me.” Dream says in a whisper.
“I will… I know I will…” George says back.
Dream takes George’s head and places their foreheads against each other.
“I really fucking love you, you’ve enchanted me George Davidson.” Dream says in another whisper, this moment feels like theirs and only theirs.
And that’s the moment Dream knew his life was complete, he had George and that’s all that mattered, he had health too, he was okay and he had his friends supporting every step of the way and he had a future EP to drop in which George had been a huge inspiration, and also a tour to do, his life was good, he couldn’t ask for more, he had everything.
George was his safe place.
George has always been and will always be his home.
And in the end, he realized it was never a joke…
Because George has been and will always be, his everything.