water droplets //dnf//

ch4: skirts

~George POV

It about 4pm for me when we get off of facetime, I still haven't ate so I went to the kitchen. I lay 10 pizza rolls on a plate and put it in the microwave for 2 minutes.

I walk over to my couch and open my phone, I'm about to scroll through Twitter when i realize..

I'm leaving to see my crush tomorrow.

I'm leaving to see him. I feel bad for going there without him knowing how I actually feel but I can't tell him.. that'd be insane. But you know what else is insane, going to Florida tomorrow because your crush randomly bought you a ticket.

The microwave beeps 5 times. I stand up to grab the pizza rolls and pop one in my mouth, it burns but I didn't really care.

I almost forget the fact that flying to another country means you have to pack.. So I grab my plate, and walk to my bedroom. I grab the navy blue suitcase out of my closet and shuffle through it; taking out everything from the last time I traveled.

After packing I sit down on my bed, and open my camera roll. I swipe past a few memes and see the screenshots from our facetime.

His eyes, so beautiful yet so dull, although I can tell without my colorblindness they'd be perfect. And his hair, so fluffy. His lips, look so soft, almost velvety. His eyeliner.. I didn't even know he wore makeup but he was pretty good; little does he know I wear skirts so that makes me feel better about myself.

God I miss him already and we've only been off facetime for 45 minutes. I text him

me:
hey cutie!

I didn't even realize I said 'cutie' but it was to late now.

~Dream POV

After the facetime I started watching TommyInnit's stream and somewhat enjoying it.. despite calling him a child everyday.

*new message: george:)*

george:) :
hey cutie!

Oh so we're calling eachother cutie now... Was it a joke? Did he actually mean, no he's probably messing with me.. I'll just play along..

me:
hey hottie;)

george:) :
got all of my stuff packed
i'm really excited for tm:D

me:
i bet i'm more excited

george:) :
oh yeah? what're we betting?

me:
how about a wittle kiss🥺

george:) :
you're on.

We joke like that all of the time. But I normally don't feel this way when he flirts back. I cant be falling for him. Not my bestfriend. I won't allow it.

I shake those thoughts out of my head and continued watching Tommy's stream

I spent the rest of my day watching streams and coding. And when it's time for bed I send George a goodnight next although he's probably already sleeping. He'll get it when he wakes up.

*7 hours later*

I wake up without a headache today. Weird. I check my nightstand and it's 8am.. I got 7 hours of sleep without melatonin? And I didn't even wake up to my alarm today. I try to think of why and then remember that today George was leaving.. Leaving to see me.

I grin widely and stand up to stretch. I feel energetic? Like I could actually do something. Not to extreme but maybe something productive.

I look at my phone and see a good morning text from George in response to my text from last night. I facetime him, without hesitation. He answers pretty fast since he was probably already on his phone.

"hey georgie. are you excited?"

"hell yeah i am! i even bet you a kiss on it remember."

Oh yeah.. the kiss.

I chuckle and go on about some of the details of the flight.

After awhile of talking he stands up and walks to his dresser.

"hey dream. wanna help me pick out my outfit?"

"of course. duh"

"okay. let's start with the top."

He presents three jumpers. A light blue one with the words "windy skies", another blue one but a dark shade with a lavender flower embroidered across the chest, and a purple one that has a white line around the collar.

"can you try them on?", I ask truly wondering how they looked. But next thing you know there he was. Torso revealed for a split few seconds. With just that I get butterflies.

I look away to not get flustered, my whole body feeling warm.

"okay which one?"

To be honest I wasn't looking but I knew they all would look good on him so I said the lighter blue one.

"okay so for the bottoms i have two skirts and a pair of jeans?"

I let out an audible gasp which I can tell confused George.. He wears skirts. I'm not judging I swear. It's just that's so bold. It's kinda hot. But I mean it's normal to think that.

"oh um.. i'll just wear the jea-"

"george wear the white skirt. the one in your left hand.. uh.. please"

"oh okay.. sorry i thought you weren't comfortable with me wearing skirts. i would've had to repack half of my suitcase if so.", George said with breathy laughs.

"nonono not at all.. i just think it's kinda cute.".

He'll be wearing a skirt the whole time he's here. I feel the butterflies again.

*start song*

We say our goodbyes because my phone was going to die. He said he'd send me pictures of the outfit. Even though I'd see it when he got off of the plane, I was really excited to receive the pictures when my phone was charged.

I walk to my living room and turn on the television. The news is on and I see the weather forecast. It's about to rain.

I love the rain.. more than any weather. Rain drops calm me down, any water droplets calm me down. I have no clue why. Absolutely no clue. It just feels like something more than water. Something really special about how the droplets always seem to match up with what I'm doing. That's why I listen to music everytime there is any kind of water droplets.

Knowing that it was soon going to rain I switched to youtube on my tv and choose the 'vibes' music playlist. I scroll through until I see the song Yellow by Coldplay. I start to hum along with the lyrics and it's like on cue, I could hear the raindrops start falling.

"your skin
oh yeah your skin and bones.
turn into something beautiful.
you know, you know i love you so"

I smiled at the lyric, not really knowing why as I drift to a cloudy space. Not to sleep. Just kind of there, enjoying the feeling of life for as long as it's here.

About an hour later I hear my phone beep. I 'wake up' from the happy headspace I was in to a text message from George..

george:)
omw to the airport rn
hey can you call me really fast?