Philocaly | DNF

17 - he and you

"It's kinda hard to believe," George muttered to break the silence. The three were sitting in Dreams car, an hour out to their destination. The beach house, which they'd be staying for a week or two.

"That were meeting Bad and Karl. I didn't start thinking about it until we actually got out the front door."

Sapnap scoffed at him. "You guys get nervous about everything. Think good thoughts guys, this is going to be really fun."

Dream nodded, his eyes facing the road in front of him.

"Plus, Bad and Karl are some of the chillest people you could meet. It won't be any difference in real life."

"Exactly," Sapnap replied, resting his head in his hand, his posture slouched. "But we can't cuss."

George burst out laughing, covering his mouth.

Dream glanced at him and chuckled to himself, Sapnap watching carefully.

Sapnap had been on Dreams ass since he had confessed, constantly teasing him more than usual.

Dream was praying Sapnap wouldn't do something to embarrass the hell out of him on this trip.

The rest of the drive was peaceful, minus Sapnap eating gummy worms loudly in the back with his headphones in.

The whole drive George was reading.

And Dream was driving, of course, with control of the radio music.

Three whole hours later, Dream was driving them along the beach side on the wooden pathway.

It was quite crowded, multiple shops that surrounded them, all lined up beside each other. The sun was glaring against the glass, George holding a hand over his eyes to block it out.

"You should have worn shorts on the way, Georgie." Dream implied, with a short smile.

George glanced to the backseat where Sapnap was snoring.

"You could've told me that before I decided on these bulky ass jeans."

Dream started laughing, eyeing a few people that passed by his car.

"You have no common sense."

"Yet you still let me sleep in your be-"

Dreams right hand shot up from the steering wheel and over George's mouth.

"Are you always gonna use that as an excuse, Georgie? Shut up about it already."

He uncovered his hands as a wave of red flush surrounded George's cheeks.

"Well I use it every time because that's what seems to trigger you, Dream."

"Hey. What did I say?"

George glared. "Right, right. Use your real name."

"Yeah," he replied nodding. "Say it."

"Clay."

"Say it again."

"Clay..?"

"Say it one more time."

"No. And focus on the road."

Dream scoffed. "Fine."

Silence filled the car as Sapnap slowly woke up.

He looked confused for a second, then squinted his eyes, then rubbed them, then placed a hand on Dreams seat from the back.