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A/N: I'm probably going to write intense fluff this time since the last one was smut. So yeah. I LOVE YOU:)

George's POV:

Dream came back from the shower with a towel around his waist. I already took one while he cleaned up our room, so my hair was still damp and clung to my forehead. I was wearing underwear and one of Dream's old t-shirts that were all way too big on me. I didn't mind though, I liked how it fitted, and the material was comfortable. He gave me a short kiss on the lips then walked over to get changed. I pretty much just stared at him, not anything pervy like that, I just liked seeing his mannerisms and how he did things. It was neat. Once he'd slipped on sweatpants and a tight shirt, (which tugged perfectly around his figure) he walked over and sat down on my bed. "We should go somewhere," I chuckled and situated where I was sitting so that we were looking at each other. "Like?" I asked. "Hmm, your favorite place in the entire city," I thought for a moment. What was my favorite place in the city? 

"Okay, get your shoes, let's go," I stood up to leave, but he grabbed my waist and started laughing. "George! Put pants on first," I glanced down and laughed then walked over to my suitcase and grabbed sweatpants. 

We finished getting ready, which didn't take long because we were pretty much already dressed and stuff, then I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the front door excitedly. "George! Calm down, where are we going?" He was laughing and trying to keep up with me. "You'll see, just come on!" I locked my front door and pulled him down the stairs and onto the sidewalk. "Wait a minute, is this our first date?" I paused at the bottom of the stairs and grabbed onto his shoulder while smirking. He gave me a smug look. "I don't know...is it?" 

I giggled and kissed him before grabbing his hand and pulling him in the direction of the bus stop. 

"It isn't anywhere public, right? I think after today I'll never be able to stop touching you," Dream told me after we settled in the back of the bus. I blushed and shoved his shoulder. "Just after today?!? I can't tell if I'm appreciative, or offended," Dream laughed and rested his head on my shoulder. "Thanks for taking me on a date," I smiled and looked over at him. His eyes met mine, quickly followed by a sweet smile. "You're beautiful," he told me in a quiet voice. I laughed and brushed it off, but he held my cheek and made me look back over at him. "I'm serious! You have pretty privilege George," I smiled and kissed his forehead. "Yeah, you're pretty hot yourself," He sat up and looked down at me. "You think?" I laughed. "Duh, you're like perfect looking, I don't know how you even think I'm good looking when you look like that," He frowned. "Gogy you're beautiful. A guardian angel. I mean, have you seen yourself? Look at your hands," He interlaced our fingers and held my hand out so we could look at them. "Literally perfect. And your hair," he ran his fingers through my hair a bit and leaned back to look at it. "Such a rich color and so soft," I crossed my eyes to try and see the tips of my hair that hung down in front of my eyes. 

"And your eyes, they're so dull, but sometimes they shimmer like glass and your SMILE! George your smile is one of my favorite things in the world," I blushed and looked over at him, absolutely speechless. "O-Oh, thanks..." I smiled down at my lap. His words mean a lot to me, I've been told a million times how pretty I am, but I've been told a million times how ugly I am, how annoying I am, or how stupid-looking I am. Knowing and trusting the words Clay tells me, is really reassuring. More than a lot of people realize. 

"Why are you blushing?" He asked and kissed my cheek. "Because! You're embarrassing," I laughed and dug my face into his chest. "TOO CUTE! You're killing me," he fake-stabbed his heart and collapsed on the seat next to us with his eyes closed. "I hate you," I muttered and looked off to the side. "No you don't," He smirked and grabbed my waist. "You're right. I love you," I turned my head and planted a kiss on his lips. He leaned in again and kissed my face a few times then bit my cheek playfully. I squealed and grabbed his face then pressed our noses together. We stared at each other for a while, the rest of the world seemed to disappear, which is a phrase I never seemed to understand, until now at least.