your favorite boy | dnf

four

OMG OMFG THANK YOU GUYS FOR 43 READS!!! I KNOW THIS BOOK SUCKS BUT IMMA KEEP WRITING ANYWAYYYYYY

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(george pov::)

I get my bags, and i hop on the plane (at LAX...). My seat was in first class, dream likes to be extra. the seats are wide, with a beige and oxford blue type of leather. i have enough space n the seats op open my legs, where my knees can touch the arm rest. its pretty nice. flight attendants wearing white pencil skirts and uniform pass by every 30 minutes, asking me for drinks or meals. after awhile of being on the plane, i fall asleep, to the sound of the planes engines.

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the flights ends, and everyone gets up from their seats and gathers their travel on bags. As im walking off the planes platform, all these thoughts run around in my head

what will dream look like?

will he think i look good?

are we gonna have to share a bed?

what if I accidentally confess?

will he think different of me?

i push all of the thoughts away, and focus on seeing dream and sapnap. im making my way to baggage claim, and-

*ring ring ring*. a call from dream. I answer and things go on from there. 

"hello?" i ask, tired from jetlag.

"Hey georgie" he says, full of emotion. i blush at the nickname. 

"hi dreamie," i respond. 

"where are you right now george?" 

"uhm-" i look around, just to see a sign hanging from the ceiling. Baggage Claim B. "im near baggage claim B."

"ok, ill see you very soon georgie." he whispers, making me get butterflies.

"ok dream. bye bye"

"bye". he hangs up.

as im walking to the baggage claim, i spot a man. hes tall, around 6'2? 6'3? i notice he's wearing all blue, a blue hoodie, blue jeans, blue slides, and hes... hes looking straight at me. at first i dont think anything o it, and i look away confused. that is, 'till he starts waking towards me, with a huge smile on his face. it took me awhile to realize. 

thats dream. 

i look straight into his eyes, mouth wide open (holy fuck that sounded horrible). i start running towards him, and once i reach him i jump into a hug. we're both laughing and we both cant believe our eyes. i pull back from the hug.

"oh my god" we say in unison. he pulls my back into another hug, since he's taller, my face is buried in his chest, and he rests his chin of my head. 

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by now we're back at his house, ad sapnap is already here. we all greet each other and since im tired, we watch a movie.

"ok guys, what movie should we watch?" sapnap asks, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

dream says "i dont care, as long as its not romance. that shit sucks. i nod in agreement, "yeah, lets watch a comedy movie." i suggest, really hoping to watch one. as we all sit on dreams couch, sapnap finds a movie. Its called Naked Gun, and is supposed to be funny. Dream sits at the armrest of the couch, and i sit next to him in the middle. sapnap takes one of dreams nice leather chairs, the one right next to dream. 

as were in the middle of the movie, i feel dream sneak his arm around me, pulling me in closer towards him. i take this as my invitation to lean against him, my head on his shoulder. 

i start to hear the movie fade out, and sanap and dream put on another movie. i catch a glance at the screen. Airplane. another comedy. i slowly drift off to sleep, on my crush's shoulder.

when i wake up, its pitch black. all there is is a light from down the hall. i groan, and grab my phone. 1:26 am. shit. i remember the guest room where dream showed me to when i arrived, so i walk down to the room. as i approach the hallways, i hear... music? piano? guitar? i cant tell im so tired, but i lay down on the wall and rest on the floor outside his door, slightly creaked. i listen anyway. i finally hear dreams voice come up over all the music.

he sings? and plays guitar? i thought to myself. he starts singing the first line.

*PLAY SONG OR ELSE U WILL HAVE WARM PILLOWS*

I can't sleep, speak, or eat meat

My bestfriend does not like me

There's something on my shoulder

I hope I don't get older

Every girl breaks my heart

Your boyfriend doesn't like art

I'm sad that vine is dead

Your bitch she give me head

I want you to know, that I'm sorry for not picking up the phone

And now I'm asking you for a ride home

Away from a girl whose name I don't even know

And I'm sorry for all the things I said

When I was drunk and not in my normal head

Don't tell my mom and I won't tell your dad

We're just two boys in love what's so bad?

wait. two BOYS? is dream bi? or even gay? 

I can't sleep, speak, or eat meat

my bestfriend does not like me

theres something on my shoulder

I hope I don't get older

Every girl breaks my heart

Your boyfriend doesn't like art

I'm sad that vine is dead

Your bitch she give me head

I want you to know that I'm sorry for not picking up the phone

But now I'm got ,my own ride home

away from a boys whose parents know

And I'm sorry for all the things i said

Your weren't drunk it was just all in your head

Won't tell your mom or even your dad

we were two boys in love whats so bad

whats so bad?

he finishes the song, and i hear him start another one, buts this time its just guitar strumming. I get up off the the floor, and I walk in the room.

"hey"...