The Night We Met

Ch.3- Flirting

FANART ISNT MINE

"Someone's blushing," the brown eyed boy teased.

"Like I said, I'm hot. What's the temperature in here?" Dream tried to play it off.

"Yeah, ok." George winked and walked upstairs, leaving Dream standing alone.

"Woah" was all he could mutter.

Flustered, Dream made his way up the stairs as well.

The door to George's room was slightly ajar. The dirty blonde slowly pushed it open, revealing George sitting on his chair, prepared to start the stream.

"Clay! You better hurry. I don't think you want to be in frame."

Dream walked behind George's chair, brushing up agains his shoulder, and flopped onto the bed. Dream gave George the ok to start. The brunette posted the link on his twitter as Dream opened the stream on his phone. He turned the volume down, leaving no sound but George's ecstatic voice.

"Hello everyone! Welcome back to another stream!"

More and more people began to join and subscribers immediately began to overtake the chat.

"I have someone special here with me today for moral support because this challenge is gonna be rough..."

"Hello," Dream slid his free hand into the view of the camera. The viewers began to spam chat.

"DREAM?"
"AYE GREEN BLOB"
"OUR FAVORITE PISSBABY"

Dream water the chat and just laughed. Just thinking that so many people were excited to see his hand was hilarious.

"is that dream's hoodie?" george read aloud.

He turned around to face the dirt blonde.

"What do I say?!" he whispered.

"Just say yes. No big deal."

"Uh yes, it's Dream's," the brunette answered, turning back around to face his monitor. The viewers went crazy again.

"are they like-together?"
"DNF CONFIRMED?"

"Guys it's nothing. Not unless he wants it to be something..." George turned around and smirked.

"George!" clay giggled. "What the fuck?

"Calm down. You're acting like you didn't say you wanted me like 10 mins ago."

The both blushed.

"I never said that!" chucked Dream, his face burning.

"Guys, its a joke," George faced the dirty blonde once again and winked.

Dream got up and walked to the bathroom for a second time, trying to process what had just happened. Did George really just say that in front of 200,00 people? Sure it was a joke but what if it wasn't?

Dream turned on the cold water and let it run onto his palms and wrists. The boy cupped his hands and let the water collect in the palms of his hands. He splashed himself in the face with the water, wondering if he was dreaming. He wasn't, but the water felt refreshing on his cherry colored cheeks, cooling the skin. He lifted the bottom of his shirt to his face in an attempt to dry himself off. He rubbed the cotton against his now cool skin and let the material fall back down. The shirt wasn't quite long enough to cover the band of his sweatpants, yet still folded over, revealing some of his tanned stomach. The dirty blonde ran his fingers through his hair and walked out the door once again.

When he entered George's room for the second time, he found the boy had already started the challenge. It was "Minecraft, but all of the mob rates are multiples every time..."

"Look who's back," the brunette teased.

"Did you miss me, Loverboy?" Dream attempted to play along.

"Sure did. Chat did too."

"I don't blame you," Dream laughed.

"So how's it going?"

George started spam clicking and threw his hands into the air. His screen faded to red. "Well I just died. Figure it out yourself."

"Oh so you're giving attitude now?"

"Yeah. What are you gonna do? Punish me?"

They both slapped their mouths with their hands.

"GEORGE WHAT?!"

"I DIDNT REALIZE-"

"Well maybe..." Dream whispered under his breath.

"CLAY WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"...Nothing."

A smirk spread across the dirty blonde's face as he buried his head into his tan hands.

"Hey Clay..." George mumbled.

"Yeah, Loverboy?"

"Ok shut up. But we're trending on twitter..."

"Oh my god."