Together - dreamnotfound

Chapter 1

It was a cold, gloomy day in the UK.

George and Wilbur sat on George's couch, admiring the grey clouds.

"If it wasn't for the weather, we could have gone down to see Tommy." Says Wilbur.

"There's always tomorrow." George replied, hopefully.

"Yes. Indeed there is. Unless I get hit by a bus." Wilbur joked.

They sat in silence, looking through the window, and down at the streets filled with people and vehicles.

A sudden knock filled the room. Wilbur turned his head to his door.

"I'll get it." He says, walking over to the front door.

He wasn't expecting any visitors.

He opened the door, to find a man with wet soggy hair from the rain, and a suitcases in his hand.

"Clay?" Wilbur asked.

The man nodded and smiled.

"Come in, I'll get you a towel." Clay walked inside and put his suitcase on the counter.

"Dream? What are you doing here?" George asked, walking over the him.

"I came to visit!" Clay took off his wet jacket and hung it on a hook.

"Visit? How long are you staying?" George asked, sitting down on a stool by the counter.

"I was thinking a few months or so." Clay shrugged.

"Where do you plan to stay?" George hopped Dream knew the answer.

"I hope here." Clay said.

"I think I could let you stay in the guest room." George grinned.

"That'd be great, George." Dream replied.

Wilbur came back with a few towels. He handed Dream one, then started to wipe the water off the floor.

"Thanks, Will." Dream started to dry his dirty blonde hair.

George stared in satisfaction.

I'm so sorry for this.😭

Clay looked at George. "You alright there?" He says. George nodded.

"So, Will, did you move in with George?" Clay asked.

"Yeah, a few weeks ago. It's been going pretty well." Wilbur said from the hallway. He put the wet towel he used to wipe the floor in the dryer.

"Can I use the shower? It's been a long flight." Dream asks.

"Go for it. I'll move your bags to your room." George replies.

Dream finds his way to the bathroom and starts the shower.

As he's showering, George hauls his bags to the guest room that was across the hall from Wilburs room.

Wilbur was preparing dinner for the 3 of them. Attempting to make pizza, but fails. Will almost sets the house on fire.

"I'll just order pizza." He grinds his teeth.

"Will? Why do I smell smoke?" Dream asked, coming out of the shower with no shirt on and a towel around his waist

Lol I just realized, why did Wilbur get him a towel if he was just gonna shower🥲 Writer problems.

"Uh, I still need to learn how to use this oven..." Wilbur replied, scratching the back of his neck.

Clay chuckled. George walked out of Dreams room and stoped at the sight of Dream.

Clay turned around to face George.

George stared at Dreams wet body.

I'M CRINGING SO HARD LMAO SORRY

"George, I'm going to order pizza, is that okay?" Wilbur asked.

George looked away from Dream, and looked towards Wilbur.

"Yes, Wilbur. That's fine. Dream?" George started to blush.

"I don't care. Pizza is okay." Dream grinned at George before walking into his room to change.

George went back to the couch, and started to watch the television.

"George?" Wilbur says.

"What, Will?" George replies.

"Thoughts on Clay moving in?" Wilbur sat down next to George.

"I think it's great! I mean, we all get to spend more time together, build a better bond, greater friendship..." George started.

"Mhm." Will grinned, then dialed the pizza place.

"George, can you ask Clay what kind of pizza he wants?" Will asks.

George got up and went to Dreams room.

George knocked, and opened the door.

Dream had put on his black hoodie with the Dream face on, and grey sweatpants.

"What's up?" Clay asked.

"Uh..." George forgot what he was going to ask.

"Oh, um what kind of pizza do you want?" He remembered.

"Anything is fine. A cheese pizza will do."

George nodded before quickly leaving the room.

Wilbur ordered the pizza, and everyone did they're own thing until there was a knock on the door. George, who was just scrolling through Instagram, went to answer. It was the pizza delivery. It was just left on the doormat, which George liked because it meant he didn't have to talk to anyone. He brought the pizza inside and told Will to go get Clay.

The 3 boys eat they're pizza on the couch while watching a movie. Wilbur made them watch Hamilton. He was singing along to every song while Clay and George sat, not entertained.

"I'm gonna go to bed." George yawned.

"Night, George." Clay waved, chuckling at Wilbur as he continued to sing, but just gave a faint wave to George.

The brunette went to his room and flipped down in bed. He wasn't actually tired. He wanted to think. He wanted to fantasize. He wanted to be with Clay right now.

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SORRY THIS IS SO CRINGE ABANDMWOANA-