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Going to Hawaii on a whim for the weekend was not what Dream had thought would go down this weekend. But here he is, two booked cramped economy seats later, standing on the second floor of this quiet car garage breathing in the sticky humid Honolulu air in the middle of the night.
Dream pulls the cat beanie off his head, shaking his hair out as he looks around for their ride. His shirt and sweater stick to his back in the worst way possible, the way his backpack straps dig into his shoulder isn’t helping either.
“Is it here yet?” Dream looks to his side to see George fanning himself with his hand, the ends of his hair curling up in the humidity and cheeks dusting pink.
There’s a pout on chapped lips that Dream wants to kiss, oh wait. He can.
So he does.
George blinks in surprise before scoffing, “Idiot.” There’s no bite, the upward curl of his lips and the way he slips his hand into Dream’s proves his point. “When’s the Uber getting here? It’s hot.” He drags out the ‘o’ sound as he swings their laced fingers.
“In a few minutes, just be patient.”George groans again before leaning on Dream, resting his head on his shoulder. Dream squeezes– one, two, three times, rubbing this thumb over the smaller hand.
The two of them dating was something inevitable. They were always meant to cross paths, always meant to be together, he likes to think it was written in the stars. And one night it all came together in the quietness of their living room, sharing a blanket and finally tipping over the line, drunk with love and care on their tongues.
The thing is that was only about 2 weeks ago and navigating their new relationship had its quirks. They still did the same things like gravitating around each other, talking for hours on end, and annoying the shit out of each other. But the newer aspects like hugging and kissing and pet names and waist grabbing and other bed activities make them blush foolishly, nerves lighting up their spines.
They knew how to be Dream and George.
But not Dream and George?
That probably makes no sense to anyone but himself. He wonders if one day he’ll fuck it all up and lose the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
Before things in his head get too out of control, George is tugging on his hand and pointing his nose at the car driving up to them. They haul their luggage into the back (Dream handles the luggage and George takes the backpacks) before settling into the car, sighing in relief at the blasted AC.
The drive is quiet aside from the soft sounds of the radio and George is staring out the window, squinting at the dark surroundings. The road they go down is near the ocean and George points out a giant fish statue on the side before he leans against his shoulder again.
George grabs his hand and starts fiddling with his fingers, twisting his rings. He marvels at how delicate George’s hand looks next to his own. He watches George slide a ring off his pointer finger before slipping it onto his ring finger, giggling at the way it just slips off.
Before they know it, they’re at the last-minute hotel they managed to book in LA before hopping on the flight.
They grab their belongings, thanking the driver before walking up to the sliding doors. The lobby is empty, as one would expect when it's nearing 1 am. As Dream walks up to the counter, the clerk greets him with a smile.
After confirming his reservation and receiving two room keys; he turns to Geroge to hand him a copy but he hadn’t noticed his boyfriend had walked off to stare at a fish tank on the side of the room.
Dream smiles at the way his tired eyes sparkle, entranced with the colorful array of tropical fish. He looks down to see Geroge twisting the ring he pulled off his hand in the car.
“How sweet,” Dream whips his head back to the clerk, forgetting where he was for a moment. She’s looking at Geroge across the room, her eyes crinkling in delight, “are you two on your honeymoon?”
“Oh, um,” He flushes, it’s not the first time someone had mistaken the two for a couple, but it’s the first time since they got together, and never a married couple; it makes something stirr in his heart. “Yeah, we– we’re actually from Florida, but work kept us busy. This is like the best we could do, but as long as we have each other, right?”
“You’re absolutely right. I know it’s late, but if you two manage to wake up at around 5 am you’ll be able to catch the sky changing colors, unfortunately, Waikiki is on the opposite side of the sunrise and you boys missed the sunset by a long shot. It’s still a pretty sight, plus the Hawaiian beaches might be different from those on the East coast.”
“Thank you, we’ll keep that in mind.” He smiles politely before walking towards Geroge.
“We have the keys, let’s head up I’m exhausted.”
They make their way up quietly, George swiping the key cards from Dream’s pocket and opening the door for him. They clammer inside, flicking on the lights and dropping their bags at the foot of the bed in the middle of the room.
Dream flops onto his back, not bothering to kick off his shoes as he relaxes into the cool, soft sheets. He thinks he could fall asleep like this before George kicks his foot, “Wow, Dream, only one bed?”
Dream shakes his head with a laugh, “I mean, I guess so. The last room available so that means we have to share.”
Dream grunts as Geroge climbs onto his lap, leaning forward to lay on top of his body; resting his hands on Dream’s chest and resting his face on his hands. He’s looking up at him with big, brown eyes and a pleased smile, “I guess I’ll allow it.”
He drags a hand under George’s shirt, caressing the small of his back, “How kind of you. Thank you, baby.” Dream doesn’t miss the way George shivers at the nickname, keeping a note of that in the back of his mind.
They lie there in silence for a while before George squirms. He sits up still sitting on his lap, he reaches his hands out to grab his waist so the shorter doesn’t topple over. Dream watches him type on his phone before grinning, “I want McDonald's.”
“George, it’s like 12:30.”
“So? They’re opened like all day, they never close. And it’s literally like a 10--minute walk from here.”
“Literally.” He mocks in a scratchy British accent.
“Witerally.” George echoes, “Come on, let’s go.”
Dream looks into pleading eyes for 2 seconds before he sighs, he just can’t say no. He sits up fully, smiling at the way George shrieks when his body falls back, but he catches him. He always will.
“Fine, let me at least wash my face then let’s go.”
They end up taking longer than expected, opting to take a shower together and changing into new clothes. Dream sits on the floor leaning against the bed as George sits behind him, drying his hair out with a towel.
He leans his head all the way back to see George smiling down at him, he’s about to stand up but the brunet leans down to place a kiss on his forehead. His brain short circuits for a moment, while George gets up to throw the towel in the bathroom.
“Come on, idiot. We took like 2 hours, it’s almost 3 now.” George is pocketing his phone and key card, but Dream doesn’t miss the way the tips of his ears shine red.
They make their way back down to the lobby, before walking out onto the dimly lit streets. Dream reaches down to lace their fingers together again as he lets George lead them down the streets. To their left, is the sandy beaches and vast ocean, there’s barely anyone around and Dream feels somewhat peaceful.
“I like this.” George breaks the silence, “Like getting to hold your hand like this and pretend to be married and stuff.”
Dream blushes, “You heard that?”
“Duh, we were like the only three people in the room.”
He feels his palms grow clammy, the ugly feeling gnawing in his chest, “Did you not like it?”
George looks at him like he said something stupid.
“Don’t be stupid,” Well, that answers that question. George stops in his tracks, “of course I liked it.” His brow furrows, “Did you not like it? The lady brought it up first, were you just trying to not be awkward or something.”
Dream doesn’t like the look on his face, he squeezes his hand tight, “I liked it. It was the first time someone thought we were married, like, fuck, I do wanna marry you.”
George’s eyes grow wide at that and Dream panics, “W-Well, like not now! Unless you wanted to? DNF wedding in Hawaii! Or, just, I would wait for you for like forever, like I love you so much and-”
Suddenly, George’s mouth is on his and he can’t help but pull his boyfriend closer. They don’t kiss for long before George pulls away, grinning from ear to ear, “Take me out on a date first before you get down on one knee. You’re a terrible boyfriend, we’ve been dating for like 15 days and you haven’t taken me out somewhere.”
Dream is still dazed, feeling his lips tingle, “You’ve been keeping track?”
George splutters, also turning red, “That’s all you got out of that?”
And then he laughs into the early morning sky, dragging George towards the restaurant up ahead, “Baby, this is our first date. Breakfast at McDonald’s in Hawaii. We’re cracked at dating.”
“We’re cracked, well, I’m cracked because I suggested it.”
“Whatever you say, Georgie.”
They walk up to the building, George running to sit at a large table outside the doors, ushering Dream to order as he goes to take photos of the plants and gecko on a bush. The worker behind the counter definitely doesn’t look happy to see a customer this early in the morning, nor the way Dream orders every new item on the menu he’s never seen before.
When he walks out with 2 bags full of food and smoothies in his hand, George is spinning his ring on the table watching it roll in circles. When he notices Dream walking up, he pats the seat next to him.
“Here’s your ring, by the way, I forgot I had it.”
Dream frowns in fake hurt, “Do you not accept my marriage proposal? How could you? Even after I bought you all this stuff.” He slaps a hand over his heart.
“You’re actually dumb. It’s too big, I might lose it.” He mumbles, reaching for Dream’s hand and placing the ring back where he took it from. “Besides I have this.” He pulls the gold chain Dream had placed around his neck the night they got together, out from under his shit. It was the promise of forever, a physical reminder of being Dream’s.
George puts his hands down before he digs in the bags, “Ho-how? Haupia pie? What’s that?” He pops open the box, sniffing it like a cat.
“Coconut, I think,” He smiles, the weight of his own chain under his shirt making him smile.
George had already eaten half the pie before he’s offering it to Dream, “This shit is hot, but it’s good.”
Dream leans forward to bite the pie out of George’s hands, almost choking at the way he gasps and reaches forward to grab it out of his mouth. They manage to finish everything Dream had gotten, who knew they served rice of all things at a McDonald’s?
The two of them make their way to the beach, the sky already turning a brilliant shade of orange and red. They sit somewhere in the middle, George tucking his knees under his chin and leaning against Dream’s side. He wraps his arm around George, keeping him secured to him.
He turns his head to take in the love of his life and the fact he gets to have this. That they get to have this life together.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” George tilts his head to the side.
Brown eyes meet a golden gaze, “Nothing. I just love you.”
“Idiot.” He giggles.
And Dream knows, what that means, he’s the only one who’ll ever know what it means. I love you, too.