problems

chapter 1

It's the little things like a joke, a friendly face or a game that make you smile. In my case this was a person. One beautiful person.

George is my best friend, or THE best friend. What's not to like? His perfect dark hair, his shining brown eyes... shit.

I trail off about him a lot. But seriously, what's there not to like?

+*+*+

"Just say it!"

"No, Dream I am not saying it."

"Cmonnnn i said it! I say it all the time."

"You will never get it out of me."

"I love you georgeee."

"I hate you dreammmm."

We both laughed through the monitor.

Through the monitor.

I wish it was more then that. I wish I could see him. So we could be face to face. So I could hug him. So I could-

"Dream? Are you there? I was only kidding."

"Yeah, yeah I'm back sorry drista was uh, you know never mind."

"Ok then." George said. His voice was so bright, so happy, so kind. I wish I could hear that in person too.

God fuck dream you need to stop. George is straight. He does not like you.

"George it's getting late I should get off."

"What it's only 4 in the after-"

The sound indicating that discord had disconnected filled dreams head phones.

He couldn't take it. He couldn't bare to be that nervous and amused by his best friend.

Dream laid his head back against the chair. It wasn't even dark out, only 4pm.

His phone buzzing ended the silence. He brought his head forward, now facing his phone on the desk.

2 new texts from: George's Mom

Oh god. Oh god. What if it's george? What if he's with his family? What if he's mad? What if he asks where I went?

Stop. Just open the damn text.

"Hey Clay! As you know George's birthday is in a couple days right after Halloween. We would LOVE if you could come down and surprise him and stay for a few weeks. Don't worry we already bought you a plane ticket and have a room ready for you. He always talks about meeting you so we thought he would love this. Let me know!"

Him, dream, meet George.

On his birthday.

In the UK.

Without him knowing.

+*+*+

No. Let's just go home. I only just got to the airport I can still drive home.

"Fuck."

Dream headed towards the sliding doors leading into the vast building. Babies, kids and other teens cries, whines and complaining filled the large bag check area before him.

I wonder if George wants kids.

That's a dumb question, stop asking dumb questions.

+*+*+

"Alright folks thank you for flying with E-spress airlines on flight 117 to London, England. You can get your bags at...."

The captains voice drained in and out of my ears. There was no way i could focus. How could I? I was about to meet my best friend/cru-

No. Shut up.

In a mater of minutes we were off the plane.

I can still go back right?

Right?

+*+*+

So much for a nice car. Dreams rental car was a 2006 nisan with a broken AC and a used tampon in the back. He rode in silence, no music.

George's house was subtile. It was what dream had expected from george. Dream exited the car and almost slow-motion walked to procrastinate going in. Just as planned he sent the "GO" text to Georges mom before knocking on the large red door.

"Clay! Welcome! Come on in."

His mother's welcome was warm and he was glad to finally meet the women he had previously texted so many times on stream.

"Now you go on upstairs his door is the first door on the left. i'll get your things."

First door on the left.

Cool.

I can do that.

No I can't.

Just go. Now.

*Knock knock*

"Mom hold on i'm changing!" George called from the other side of the door.

Dream held his breath. He wished he hadn't said that.

"Open up Gogy!"

"Dream?!"

The door swung open to reveal a shirtless George with a shocked expression plastered to his face.

"George."