"Alright, piss baby, what's your number one?" George asked as soon as he sat down, giving Dream no time to breathe as he rolled his eyes.
"What's yours?" He retaliated, a bit embarrassed to share his first bucket list item.
"Okay, rude. I asked first. Cough it up." The brunette folded his arms against his chest and raised his eyebrow in expectance.
"George you literally have the list saved on your phone. Just, look for yourself." Dream hoped this would be enough but he soon found out George would not be backing down any time soon. He watched as the brunette moved so he was sat on the top of the chair, his palms laid flat against the table. George's presence had suddenly become much darker, and his expression made Dream feel small.
"Cough. It. Up," George said through gritted teeth, a smirk replacing his previous expression. "No judgement. Just two pornstars completing their bucket lists."
"I'm not even a-" George placed his hand over Dream's mouth, successfully shutting the taller man up.
"I know, love. But a boy can dream." George shrugged, taking his seat back in the chair. "Please, just- what is it?"
"Help Nick find real love," Dream huffed, his cheeks radiating a rosy red color. George tilted his head in question, urging Dream to elaborate. "Nick's my best friend. I've known him for years and he hasn't ever had a decent relationship. He keeps saying he's straight."
"Dream, I'm sorry to break it to ya, but I think Nick knows his sexuality better than you do." The brunette stated obviously, finding the taller man's statement a bit- odd.
Dream shook his head, a sigh passing through his lips. "It isn't that simple. He's told me he isn't before. Granted he was drunk- but you know what they say," George nodded.
"Drunken words are sober thoughts." The brunette mumbled for him. "I don't think that's enough evidence to suggest he's anything but straight, Dream. Has he only been in straight relationships? That speaks louder than-" The British man was cut off by Dream.
"He slept with Karl. Said he liked it, too," The tall man chuckled at George's facial expression before continuing. "He told me, and quote, 'that was the best sex I've ever had but something in my mind keeps telling me I'm straight, bro.'"
"Alright- uh. Dream? I don't think your friend is all that smart." George chuckled. "Who's Karl?"
"Uh- some random guy he met on the train. They'd been talking for a few months but nothing romantic. And then he comes to me and says they fucked. Imagine my surprise when my 'straight' friend says he fucked a guy and liked it." Dream explained, chuckling at his friend's oblivion.
"Alright well- operation cupid is a go." George exclaimed, immediately standing up and pulling Dream with him.
"Don't you have to go?" The tall man asked hesitantly. His question received a soft head shake from George and he smiled. This would be the first time they had ever hung out somewhere that wasn't the café and Dream was ecstatic. He would never let George know, though.
"Dream you are so slow," George groaned, having to slow down so he wouldn't lose Dream to the elements. "Aren't giraffe's supposed to be fast or something?" He asked, smirking when Dream rolled his eyes.
"Not really. They're slower than you'd think." Dream's tone was serious, clearly having had to debunk this before.
"Oh, really? How fast are they, then? Huh?" George retorted, making sure he walked at the same pace his taller friend did.
"Around thirty-seven miles per hour." The tall man answered with no hesitation. George had his doubts so he pulled out his phone and googled it. Sure enough, the man was right.
"That's such a stupid fact to know, let alone retain." The brunette mumbled, "Your facts are dumb," He repeated, louder this time.
"Have you run out of insults or something? That was shit," Dream hummed, receiving a playful hit from George.
The two continued, eventually arriving at a small record store. It was a miracle the store was still open. The paint was peeling from the walls and it was impossible to walk around without the old floorboards creaking with each step.
"Dream, hey," A young man from behind the counter greeted. He looked to be around Dream's age, if not younger.
"Hey Nick." Dream smiled, walking behind the counter and jumping up onto it. He sat a few feet to Nick's right and George took the spot right next to Dream. "You get off in ten. Hurry up." Nick shot the taller man a confused look and George took over the conversation.
"You aren't straight, Nick. So, as soon as you get off work, you will be contacting Karl and asking him out. You give it at least one date and if you hate it, Dream will let you pick the movie-night movies for a month." George smirked, crossing his arms. "But if you like it? You get a decent relationship and Dream here successfully completes his number one. You in?"
Nick nodded hesitantly, giving Dream a weird look.
"I'm George, by the way. Dream's obsession!" The brunette's words earned him a glare from Dream and the three sat in an awkward silence, waiting for the clock to hit eight. George smirked when it finally had.
"It's time, lover boy. Go get your man."
[A/N: TIME FOR SOME KARLNAP YEAHHHHH]
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