water droplets //dnf//

ch6: car ride

~George POV

I once again release from the hug.

"dream are you wearing all blue?", I laugh at his horrid fashion sense. His blue crocs, light blue jeans, and deep blue sweatshirt don't match whatsoever. Even to a colorblind person.

"oh so that's the first thing you say", he says sarcastically, "i just know this is the color you see best so, i wanted to set a good first impression"

Just that little token of thought made my whole day, as if seeing Dream didn't already make it perfect.

"thanks for thinking of me"

"well.. how could i not"

We both laugh but I wish he was telling the truth.

I look at him for the millionth time, this time mesmerized at his height.

"dream- er-  clay, you're taller than i thought. like way taller"

"well is that a bad thing.. that means i can do this!!"

Before I know it, Dream picks me up and tickles me. I try to get down even though I never wanted the moment to end. He knows I hates tickling. As he sets me down we both giggle. I punch him in the arm and he frowns sarcastically, sending us into a fit of laughter.

We joke and talk about anything and everything as we walk back to my luggage.

~Dream POV

As we walk back to grabs George's bags, I can't help but look at him, you could even go as far to say I was staring. He looked so vulnerable, so delicate, so perfect. In the midst of all of the chatter and sounds in the airport.. all I could focus on was him.

I look at his skirt while he walks, it flows nicely.  The blue jumper I picked compliments him so well.

dream focus. not on him. on what he's saying. you're staring and that's weird.

I finally look ahead instead at George's face and I already hate not being able to see him. I wanna spend all of my day just looking at the artwork that traced his features. His jawline, his structured nose, the birthmark on his neck.

Once he grabs his luggage I lead him to the parking lot. He's about to put his bags in the backseat but he's the guest, I had to do it.

"georgie let me get it."

"dream it's fine really-", he says before I quickly take the bags and put them in the trunk.

We both sit in the car and put our seatbelts on. We talked for about 20 minutes straight before Dream could tell George was getting tired.

"hey"

"mm?"

"let's grab some food first.. how about that?"

"that sounds good.. maybe just some mcdonald's?"

"sounds good to me!"

*start song*

I take the exit off to the nearest side street. George was slowly drifting off to sleep so I turned on the radio. Coincidentally the song that started playing was one of George's favorites. I knew because he was listening to it on a discord call once and he did a whole analysis on Ricky Montgomery's music. I remember how fascinated I was with hearing him talk.. hearing how he thinks.

"i'm headed straight for the floor
the alcohol served it's tour
and it's headed straight for my skin
leaving me daft, and dim"

I knew the song too but only the chorus. I look over to the beauty next to me and listen as his mouth emits a beautiful tune. He's even good at singing.