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

Chapter 36 - Tell him that I miss him.

Clay:

How to get green card
Shit that was meant for google

Y/N:

you're an idiot

You couldn't contain your smile.

"No phones during dinner, love," Your mother reminded you. "We want to hear about how your trip was,"

You put it face-down on the table, nodding to her. Clay was going to have to wait until after dinner, you supposed.

"Well, how was it?" Your mother asked George. "Were the States all you thought they'd be?"

George contemplated his answer. "They were. And some."

"What did you do? Where did you go?" She urged.

"Lot's of beaches," George answered. "So many beaches. Too much sand."

"I thought it was a good amount of beaches," You refuted, trying to hide a smile.

"You say that, yes, but you also didn't get attacked by a crab."

You raised an eyebrow. "You provoked him."

"I didn't."

"You totally did."

"How?"

Your mother interrupted. "You probably did, Georgie."

Your brother scoffed and rolled his eyes. You knew he wasn't upset, though, because you caught a grin that he tried to cover up when he took a bite of his food.

"So," Your father began, fork in the air, a little piece of steak on the end of it pointing toward you. "Did you end up having that 'life-altering exploration to find yourself,' afterall?"

George glanced over at you, and you stared back. After a deep sigh, you nodded. "Yes. I think I did."

There were certainly things that went wrong. And definitely a few things you would've changed, if you could. But it went exactly how it needed to. If things didn't go wrong, you wouldn't have a story to tell about it. If everything went perfectly, it would've been boring.

You ate quickly and hid away in your room for the night, eager to call Clay. You talked to him for a few hours before his yawning became too frequent.

"It's only eight, your time. Why are you so tired?" You asked.

His voice came through soft. "Because I stayed up all night while you were on the plane messaging George and waiting for you to wake up."

"You haven't slept in...how many hours?"

"I've lost track."

You smiled to yourself and realized how tired you were as well. "Well, I think it's time for both of us to go to sleep. Talk tomorrow?"

"Of course."

The phone clicked as he disconnected the call. You plugged your phone in and laid in the dark for quite a while. You rolled around, not falling asleep.

You couldn't tell why you couldn't sleep until you rolled once more. You didn't unpack any of your things. Most of it remained zipped away in your suitcase still. Maybe you just needed to unpack first.

You flicked the lights on, cringing at the brightness for a second.

You sighed at the suitcase, too tired to get up, but rolled out of bed anyways and began unpacking. It was pretty slow progress for a while, putting things away one at a time. Your hands halted suddenly when they grasped onto a soft fabric that you didn't recognize immediately. You turned back to your phone, which was resting on your bed still, and then you looked back at the suitcase.