Absolutely, 100%, completely, not allowed. (Dream x Reader)

Chapter 18 - Text '1' if you need help

"Bring something fancy?" You said to yourself as you paced back and forth in the guest bedroom you'd been inhabiting for the last several days. At dinner, Clay announced your plans for the next several days. Apparently, he thought that one day at the beach was not adequate. In fact, not two days, not even three days, but four days on the beach, leaving the next morning. You weren't exactly sure what you were going to do for three nights and four days at a beach, but you just shrugged it off, knowing that he'd probably plan something stupidly expensive for the group.

One thing in particular that Clay talked about, was an extremely fancy dinner that he was planning. The boys would be in suits, and you guessed that he probably expected you to be in a dress too. You were quite excited to see him dressed up, though. Clay in a suit? Chef's kiss.

After dinner, you scurried off to your room to begin packing, starting with the dress. Why was he planning a big fancy dinner anyways? Did you even pack anything remotely...fancy? You dug through the dressers frantically, trying to remember everything you packed.

Then, right before you lost all hope, your fingers touched something soft. Nearly satiny. You pulled it out, examining it, recognizing it as your favorite dress. It was a dark, pine green colored dress made of a velvety soft material. It had long sleeves, but they were cut down the back, making them open. The sleeves cuffed at the wrists and there were ties to wrap around the waist. You hadn't remembered packing it. Maybe you knew in your subconscious that you'd need a dress.

You threw it on the bed and began packing the other things you'd need for the trip, starting with the formal apparel. Heels? You huffed out a breath and dug through the shoes you brought.

Luckily, you actually brought a pair.

You packed makeup, pajamas, shorts, tank tops, undergarments, and t-shirts. You stared at your pile, wondering what you were missing.

Swimsuit!

You gasped when you remembered that you were going to a beach and possibly needed something to actually wear when you were there. You reached into the drawer and pulled out the two you'd brought to Florida.

The first one was a two-piece white set that was cute...but definitely a bit showy. The second was a one-piece black swimsuit with straps around the waist that scaled the sides which were cut out, exposing some hip. You threw them in your bag as well, and zipped it up.

You'd left out a pair of leggings and Clay's sweatshirt to travel in. You were thinking about wearing the Dream hoodie, but decided against it after remembering that people might recognize him. You had no choice but to wear the other one.

After packing your bag, you walked across the house to the bathroom, in order to shower. Clay said that it was an almost two hour drive to the specific beach he wanted to spend the several days at, and you really wanted to be fresh.

Once you were washed and clean, you turned off the light and hopped in bed. It was only about 10 p.m., but the boys wanted to leave early.

In the morning, you were surprised by George with breakfast in bed. You ate quickly and got dressed in the comfy outfit you'd be wearing that day, not bothering to put a shirt on underneath the hoodie, and threw your hair up in a quick bun.

You rubbed your sleepy eyes as you ambled out into the living room with your bag.

George was waiting on the arm of the couch, nearly asleep while sitting up. You nudged him with your elbow and he shook himself awake.

"Good morning," He said drowsily. It was only 7 a.m..

Clay walked into the room, a backpack on one shoulder, with Nick trailing behind him looking particularly tired. Clay, on the other hand, was wide awake and annoyingly cheerful. All of you were glaring at how happy he was to be awake at this time in the morning.