It had only been months, but it felt like years. They had traveled a hundred different places, seen a thousand different sights, and met a million different people. Yet, somehow, they always ended up in the same place. George Smiled at Dream as they walked to baggage claim. Hand in hand. Step by step. Second by second.
Even though they spent every second together, they were never tired of each other's company. It was love. No, True love. It was fate.
They stood next to a pillar, waiting for their suitcases. George closed his eyes, listening to a song playing through his earphones. Dream looked around, then took one of George's earphones, and listened with him.
"This song? Really?" Dream smiled at him
"What! It's my favorite song!" George crossed his arms. Still the same person from 9 months before.
"I know why you love it!" Dream teased. George just laughed in reply. Then, their bags arrived. Dream took the earphone out, and grabbed one green and one blue suitcase. George walked up to him, and together they ordered a car.
An hour passed, and Dream finally collapsed on George's couch.
"That trip was really awesome, but honestly, this house might be one of the best places on earth" He closed his eyes.
"I agree." George walked over to the couch, sitting on the edge. Then he smirked. "I've got to get something. Be right back!"
George quickly stood up and ran upstairs. He pulled down a ladder, and climbed up into a hallway wide attic. He walked past the first two doors, and opened the third. Papers and dust covered the ground. Boxes of records laid in a disarrayed mess across the room. A piano was punched to the corner of it, and on top of it was a record player, and a box. George smiled, Putting the record player into the box and carrying them both downstairs.
He dropped the box on the kitchen table. Breathing heavy. "Why are records so heavy!"
Dream looked at him. "The records aren't heavy, it's the record player. Genius." George rolled his eyes, taking out the record player and placing it on the table. He looked through the box of records, only to find the one he was looking for was already set up on the player. He smiled. Then started it. A second of silence then...
I've got your picture.
I'm coming with you,
Dear Maria, count me in.
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle and I'm a pen
Dream smiled, taking George's hand and beginning to dance. Letting the whole world fade away, and just embracing each other's company. It wasn't that this was the first time they had been alone together in 9 months, but it was the first time they had been home. Listening to one of the best songs ever, and just chilling out. They had time. As much time as they needed. More time they could ever need. More time than they could ever dream of.
Endless time.
No limits.
They could do anything, and everything.
That had time.
Right?
The doorbell rang.
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Forever in Music// Dnf
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