late night texts

Chapter 2

Dream watched as the notification went from delivered to seen. He held his breath.

Goog took a screenshot

Dream began to sweat. Wtf. Why did George do that. What was he thinking?? Dream regretted sending the image. He had a pimple on his forehead and his hair was a mess. This was the first time George was seeing his face and he felt hideous.

His phone buzzed with another snapchat notification. He opened the chat to see a single message from George.

Wow

What the fuck George.

Why did you steal that??

He typed, trying not to sound panicked.

Why wouldn't I? It's a cute pic

What. The. Fuck.

Dream tried to think of a cheeky response, something teasing, but not too flirty.

You think I'm cute?

Too flirty. He went to delete the message but as he attempted to press the backspace key, his phone sent it.

Oh fuck.

Read.

Oh fuck.

Goog was typing.

Oh. Fuck.

You're adorable.

He did not just say that. Adorable? Dream felt a heat rising on his cheeks. He lightly tugged on his hair, heart racing. Did George really think he was cute? He couldn't help but wonder how George thought of him. Did he too stay up late, rewatching clips, and overthinking conversations? No. There was no way. Dream was looking too far into it. Or was he? I mean George had screenshoted that picture...

Did I break you dream?

"Oh shit." dream whispered. He had gotten so lost in his mini spiral he forgot to respond. Quickly he typed an answer.

No lol

He backspaced. To casual.

Do you really think that calling me adorable is enough to break me?

He smiled at his response. That outta make George sweat.

The three dots appeared at the bottom of his screen. He waited for the text. Then the dots disappeared.

A bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck. Only now did he realize he was wearing a hoodie in 80° heat. He pulled the hoodie off along with his shirt as he waited nervously for a response.

His phone buzzed.

Well if calling you cute isn't enough to break you, I know what will.

Dream was stunned. Never before had George been so bold. Somthing about his confidence was insanely attractive to dream. He decided to match it.

You couldn't break me if you tried

It was a taunt. He hoped George would retaliate with more sas, or even better, more flirting.

Dream got the notification. George had sent him a picture. Not a chat. A picture. He opened it nervously.

The picture was stunning. It was taken with the flash, angled at the left side of his neck. His eyes weren't in the picture but his lips were.

Dream stared. He imagined seeing those lips in person. How soft they would be. How gentle the looked. His eyes drifted down to George's neck. His collarbones were visible beneath his pale skin. Then it hit him. George wasn't wearing a shirt. His entire shoulder was in the picture, and there was no clothing to be seen. The realization made dream's breath hitch in his throat.

He opened his own camera. Copying the angle, he used the light from the sunset to illuminate his muscular shoulders and jawline. Before taking the picture he bit his lips ever so gently to make them pinker, more kissable. He relaxed his mouth and exhaled. Then he snapped the picture. He tried to think of caption but decided to leave it as is. If this doesn't break George nothing will.

He pressed send and waited with patience. George opened it. Dream sucked a breath in between his teeth. His leg bounced up and down.

George had taken a screenshot.

Did I break you George?

He bit his lip out of nervousness.

Mabey...

Dream chuckled as he imagined George sitting in the dark of his room, staring at the picture. Scanning his lips, like dream had done to him. He thought of George nervously tugging at his hair. God he loved George's hair.

He then imagined if George was here with him. He imagined the soft light from the sunset washing over George's body. He imagined running his hands though dark brown locks. Tracing his fingers over those lips. Perhaps he would tug on George's hair. Move it to where he had complete control over his head.

Dream pushed those thoughts from his mind. He had been having them alot lately. He focused on texting George. His friend.

Slowly he typed out

Next week I'll get to break you in person

He held his breath.

I can't wait

This had to be a joke. There was no way George was being serious. He was jokingly flirting. That was the only logical answer. George was never this bold.

He closed his phone, leaving George on read. He was exhausted and confused. Even though he had turned off all the lights, he walked down to the kitchen in the dark. After tripping over patches twice he found his way to the dark kitchen counter. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water, then chugged it. Only then did he notice a splitting headache.

Grabbing some Advil and refilling his water, dream thought about what George had said. I can't wait. What did that mean. Did he mean that he was excited to come to Florida? Or was he excited to meet dream in person? Or was he excited to do what they always teased about? No. He wouldn't let himself think about that.

Dream dragged himself to bed. After getting comfortable with patches by his feet, he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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Dream heard George's laughter. He smiled as he called out "ohhhhhhh George!" he pushed though what appeared to be thousands of people. There he was. Real. George stood, in a blue hoodie and black sweats. His hand was carrying a roller bag with a sword strapped to it. He looked tired but happy. His hair was a mess. Dream began to walk towards George. Then George spotted him. They began running at each other. Laughing so hard they cried, the boys embraced one another.

"George." dream smiled into his shoulder. "hi dream." dream tilted George's head up by his chin. They stared into each other's eyes as George wiped a tear from dream's cheek. They felt like the only people in the world.

Dream could no longer stop himself. Slowly he leaned into George. He stopped centimetres away from his mouth. Too scared to ask but not going to do anything without permission he stayed still as a statue, waiting for George to pull away.

George closed the distance.

Dream felt a fire in his stomach. He was kissing George. George's soft lips were on his. George was cupping dream's face with both hands. Dream placed his hands on George's waist.

They were on longer in the airport, but instead the guest bedroom. It felt warmer with George there. The kissing was gentle, but filled with desperation. Dream placed George onto the bed a ran his hands under his hoodie, tracing his spine. George tugged on dreams shirt and taking the hint, he removed it. George removed his own hoodie, along with the shirt underneath it. Dream pinned George on the bed, hovering above him.

Dream stopped. He lied down next to George and began to run his fingers though those dark locks. "dream? Are you ok?" George spoke softly. Dream hummed contently in response. Dream pulled George onto his chest in a light hug.

Dream woke up in his room, clutching his pillow.

With a sigh, he put his shirt back on and tried to return to that blissful world. Where George was with him, and shared his feelings.

He fell slowly into a dreamless sleep.