Absolutely, 100%, completely, not allowed. (Dream x Reader)

Chapter 35 - Don't think about it. Don't cry.

Okay, bitches. 35/36. Here we go. I'm not responsible for the emotions you're going to feel in this chapter.

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It was the day.

The final day.

Your last day in Florida.

Ten hours until the flight.

George and Clay were out and about somewhere, spending their last time alone together in the States. Before they left, they told you that they were going to bring you home lunch. You spent the time staring blankly at your phone, flipping between apps, distracting yourself.

Patches peeked her head in, stared at you for a moment, and promptly left the room after making eye contact.

You got out of bed, following her. She led you from the hall, into the living room, and then up the stairs. She approached Clay's bedroom, nudging her head against the door to get in. It creaked ever so slightly and the cat walked in.

Patches hopped up on his bed, snuggling into one of Clay's sweatshirts that was thrown haphazardly onto his bed. It was the one he was wearing last night. She curled up on top of it and you smiled at her. After taking a picture of the precious feline, you laid down next to her and stroked her gently.

"Me too, sis." You said to Patches, grinning.

You spent some time lying with Patches on Clay's bed, still wasting time on your phone as you waited for the boys to come back home.

You got up after a while, despite how comfy you were, and observed Clay's room a bit deeper.

There wasn't much to see, honestly. His room was pretty clean. You'd watched from his bed as he cleaned his room the night before.

You approached his closet. You didn't want to snoop, but you were just curious.

The last week and a half had gone by too fast. You finished the Harry Potter series and even began a Marvel marathon, which you got pretty far through. Clay dragged you and George to two more beaches during the week, both different from the ones you'd already visited. This man had a beach problem. Clay loved driving, as well, so he didn't mind the long car-ride road trips.

You spent a lot of time with both Clay and George during the week. You were in Clay's room when he was streaming a few times. He even let you talk to the stream once.

Only once though, because the second you were given the opportunity, you confirmed DreamNotFound, which was when Clay shouted for a few moments at both the chat and you, and then muted himself. He approached you, cornering you on his bed where you had been lying. His face was inches away from yours. He was over you, pressing you down into the mattress.

"Is there a problem?" You asked smoothly, though you were almost shaking.

He grinned. "Yes, there is, actually."

He leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled your face away from his, laughing.

"No," You said, struggling under his weight.

"Apologize." He said.

"Clay," You drew out his name, then dropped your bottom lip in a pout. "I'm sorry."

If he thought you were being honest, he realized you lied as soon as you smirked.

You lightly pushed against his chest. "Go back to your stream, idiot."

You grabbed onto the closet door knob and twisted it, not knowing what to expect on the other side.

You stifled a laugh when you saw a quite large chalkboard with wheels, tucked into one side of it. Why the hell did he have this? You rolled it out and squinted.