PARTNERS IN CRIME//DREAMNOTFOUND

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„UGH I'M TO DUMB FOR THIS" Dream said, as he stepped on George's feet for the 10th time in the span of 15 minutes.

„No you're not. Lets just try it again"

The smaller one was optimistic that is partner in crime would be able to learn this simple dance. Dream nearly ran George over again „Maybe you are" he shook his head laughing „Let me show you another one"

He took Dreams hand and positioned it on his waist „I'm smaller so I'm playing the women role here. Not to be sexist or anything but that's how the dance works and there are not many people that are taller than you"

Dream nodded nervously, pulling him a bit closer with his sweaty hand on his waist „And now what?"

George felt Clays warm breath brushing his skin as he grabbed his hand „You hold my hand and hold it up here" he raised both of their hands that were clasped into each others.

„Normally you have to lead and make the steps but I can show you I guess"

Half an hour later Dream was finally able to do them on his own. It was still very slow and uncertain, but he understood the order now.

„I guess this is all we can do for today, I really need a break and something to eat" he let go of Dreams hand and stepped backwards „Thank you teacher George. Now you only need to teach me how to snipe properly"

„And how to play the piano?"

„And how to play the piano! After the mission"

Dream looked implausible and held his hand out „Pinky promise?" the smaller one giggled and held his pinky out to his partner „Pinky promise."

And that's basically everything that happened the past few days.

They trained how to dance everyday and Dream also learned how to properly deal with one of George's weapons, which ended up worse than the dancing.

Two weeks full of weird jokes, fun conversation but most of all a weird relationship between them both.

The more they danced with each other the less they both wanted to let go again, but no one of them wanted to admit it.

It was the day of the ball and they both got ready.

George straightened his tie, looking in the mirror. His hair was combed back with a side part and he looked like a real business man.

You could not say the same about Dream.

The tall American just came back from his trip to the bathroom, looking even worse then two weeks earlier „holy Dream what have you done?"

George looked at Dreams reflection that appeared behind him before turning around very quickly

„You can't go out like that how much gel did u use?" he asked starting to fix the green tie again „A little bit too much I guess" he made a break „can you help me please?"

„Of course, of course, that's what Partners in crime are therefore, right? Always having each other back whether it's in a killer situation or something like this"

He took the comb, trying to get the ball out of Dreams hair „This does not work. Just go wash it out please, I will search your shoes I'm completely ready just hurry a bit"

It only took Dream three minutes till he was back in their room, holding a hairdryer George never saw in his hands before.

The British boy walked over to him „sit down" he pointed at his bed and took the hairdryer „It's better if you close your eyes, I will do your hair"