the meetup || dreamnotfound :)

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-George's pov-
I cant believe it. In less than a week i would meet up with my best friend of 5 years. I couldn't help but feel nervous. What if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks im annoying? How do i find him at the airport? Ive never even seen his face, even after all these years. Ive tried to convince him to show his face, but he never listened. Maybe he was insecure? Surely not. Someone as confident as him wouldn't be insecure about their face. I decided to text him to ask if we could facetime, and MAYBE  just ACCIDENTALLY slip his entire face into view. But dream doesn't need to know about that last part.

-dream's pov-
As i lay in bed, i suddenly remember. Crap, George is coming over in 6 days. How could i forget? My best friend, from halfway across the world, was coming to florida in my hometown. I sighed and rolled over to look at my phone, and to my surprise, i see a text from George.

𝗚eorge <𝟯

Heyyyy
Can we pleeaase facetime
I wanna see your face :(

No george we have talked about this before
Cant you wait 6 days?

No i canttt
Pleeeaaaasseeee

Just get on discord

Fine :(
Why not facetime
Just say yesss please

No, but i can give you this ;)

Wdym?????

I had an idea that would definitely catch him off guard. "He would totally freak out about this if i just..."

-George's pov-

What did dream mean by that? I zoned out, thinking about what he could be talking about. I soon got interrupted by a snap from dream. I definitely wasn't expecting this one.
The snap was a picture of dreams brown hair, with one of his beautiful, emerald-green eyes showing in the corner of the picture. Well, thats the color dream said it was. I saw it as piss yellow, but i could imagine it was pretty. All i could do was stare, oh god. Well, the part of his face i could see was anyways. Why doesnt he show his face? That thought kept coming back to me. But then a few moments later i heard my name being called. "GEORGE!" I snapped out of it at the loudness of his yell.  I forgot that i joined the call. "Yeah? Sorry, i zoned out." lies. Why did i feel this way? Im straight. And besides, he's my best friend. Why would i like him? "Well, what did u think?" Dream asked. "It was hot" I replied with a laugh. We had always flirted over the years, as jokes of course. "Thats all they would ever be" i thought to myself. I was wrong.

-dreams pov-
"Why isnt he responding?" I thought to myself. Did he think i was ugly? Why did i send that picture? Oh god you fucked up clay. Why would you do that what the hell! I couldn't stop myself from thinking that stuff. Finally, i just decided to speak up. "George? Helloooo? Are you still there? GEORGE!" I said. "Yeah? Sorry, i zoned out a little." George said, obviously startled by the noise. "Well, what did you think?" I said with a smirk. I knew George couldn't see me, but it felt like it was the right thing to do. "It was hot" he replied, laughing. I laughed a little too, considering we always flirted as a joke. Well, at least George was joking.

A/N: this isnt gonna get any reads but what do we think so far? This was actually enjoyable to write, and i hope some people enjoy reading it. Im not sure if i will regret publishing this chapter since i didn't go over the whole thing but oh well. thinking about making them just friends for this idk tho.