The Night We Met

Ch. 2- Butterflies

FANART ISNT MINE

Dream arrived at the brunette's house and opened the door with the key George had given him. George was waiting on the couch for him. He had Dream's merch on. The hoodie was oversized on the small boy. His arms didn't stick out from the sleeves. The material engulfed him. Just the sight of him made Dream's heart soar. As soon as he stated walking towards George, a huge smile began to spread across his face.

"Clay!" George jumped off the couch and ran towards Dream. He smiled at the sight of his best friend.

"George!" Dream squealed. They always acted like they hadn't seen one another in ages.

"I always forget how tall you are," stated George as he stared into the dirty blonde's eyes.

"I've never forgotten how short you are."

"Oh shut up Clay. We get it. Dream is taller than George blah blah blah." The brunette rolled his eyes and giggled.

At this point, Dream had lost it. Something about George was just so... perfect.

George began to take Dream's hoodie off. The force of him pulling on it lifted the t shirt underneath it as well. His stomach was visible for a split second. Dream's eyes went directly to the exposed skin.

"George its fine."

"No. I was cold last night so I slept in it... I'll go wash it quickly."

"It's fine! You don't need to wash it. Keep it if you want."

"You sure?"

"Oh my god yes. It's ok."

George still removed the sweatshirt and threw it at Dream. He caught it effortlessly.

"Guess those high school football games must've been good for you. You were a quarter...?" George teased.

"Quarterback," Dream laughed. "But I've always been athletic."

"Yeah, ok," George teased once again. The two went to the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Did you see what Tommy tweeted?" George asked, attempting to spark a conversation.

"Hm? Nope. I haven't really had time to be on my phone this morning."

"Did you seriously just wake up?"

"Yeah..."

"Oh my god. You're gonna die early from not sleeping enough."

"At least I'm awake for significant things on the smp," Dream shot back. George lightly punched him on the arm, careful not to injure him. George turned on the tv and began to watch a show that Dream had no interest in. He was lost in his own thoughts.

Dream got up from the couch and walked to his bathroom, feeling a little dizzy and unstable. He placed his sweaty palm on the brushed nickel door handle and gently pushed the door open. He stepped into the boys bathroom and shut the door behind himself. The dirty blonde stared at his left int the mirror above the sink, imagining that George was beside him, hugging his waist.

"What the fuck," Dream whispered to himself.

He placed his hand in the same spot where George had punched him. Why did he feel like this? He'd known George for what seemed like forever. Was it possible to fall in love with your best friend? He shook his head and opened the door once again. Dream walked back to the couch and sat down a distance away from George.

"Do I have the plague or something?" the British boy asked.

"I'm just hot. That's all."

George moved closer to clay and crossed his legs on the sofa. His knee was touching Dream's outer thigh.

"So did you get the TikTok?"

"Yeah," Dream hesitated. "Thanks George. You mean a lot to me."

"No problem... but you could've responded. Sapnap and Bad both did."

Dream rolled his eyes and laughed. The laugh wasn't genuine at all. He was still hurt that George didn't have the same feelings for him.

"Are you ok? You seem off today," George announced.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little stressed."

"Anything I can help with?" George smelled and inched closer once again. He laid his hand on Dream's thigh, giving him butterflies.

"Uh I don't think so. Thanks though," Dream stuttered.

A few hours passed. The whole interaction was extremely awkward, though neither of them would admit it.

"Are you gonna stream today?" Dream questioned, looking up from his phone to get a glimpse of the boys chocolate brown eyes.

"I mean I could if you want me too," the brunette responded.

"You should turn your face cam on. I'm sure your viewers would like it."

"What's so special about face cam?"

"You're pretty. Go show it off."

George rolled his eyes and giggled. Dream's stomach was flooded with butterflies again.

"And what are you gonna do?"

"'ll just sit on your bed. They won't see me."

"Ok ok. I guess I'll go change." George stood up and started walking towards the stairs.

"Wait." Dream threw the black hoodie, now covered in cat hair, back to George.

"Wear this."

"Clay... you're gonna give them ideas."

"Good. Can't wait to read the fan fictions," Dream smirked.

George looked onto the dirty blondes eyes and just stared, with a smile painted across his face.

Butterflies filled Dream's stomach for a third time. He felt his face start to turn hot. He stared back into George's dark, chocolate-like eyes and felt himself float away.