Truth or Dare //dnf//

Deja vu

It was finally the day George was going to fly back. His belongings were already being shipped to Orlando and he had informed his landlord that he was moving.

He had sold his car so he could have money to buy a new one when he got to Florida and resided on taking a cab to the airport. The flight was long and tiring but at least the seat next him was empty unlike last time.

He now stood waiting for his luggage texting Dream where he was. Everything felt the same as last time except he actually knew what he looked like. Part of him wanted to forget what he had looked like so he could feel the experience all over again.

He was just about to text Dream where he was but as he pulled his phone out he felt two large hands wrap around his waist and spin him around to face the other.

"Dream you idiot!"

Dream just chuckled and pulled him in for a deep kiss. "I missed this." George smiled softly at him and pulled him back down by the collar of his T-shirt. "I know, I did too."

"While we wait for the rest of your luggage to fly in why don't we go out somewhere, your choice~" George smirked and patted the blondes head.

"You're a big simp but sure, how about that diner?" Dream smiled and wrapped his arms around the shorter one. "Anything for you."

-

They arrived at the diner after George dragging Dream on and on about how horrible the four days were without him. They had made a deal that they wouldn't call on the two days before the flight to make it much more memorable.

"I bet you were absolutely miserable too shut up!" Dream laughed at him while he drank from his milkshake. "Well obviously I was.~"

"How could I be without you for almost a week after... just everything." George smirked and rolled his eyes. He folded his arms and sat back, "Oh what be specific?"

Dream blushed and pushed his shake aside. "Well, fucking you to the point to where you're miserable, and loving you to the point where you melt for me."

George blushed and choked on his Pepsi. "Ok yeah I get it fuck off." Dream chuckled and got closer to his face from across the table with a devilish smirk.

"You love it~" The whisper sent chills up George's back. He only looked him up and down just to look away making it obvious he was rolling his eyes at the blonde.

"Looks like the jet lag really made an impact on your stubbornness." Dream got back to finishing his milkshake while they wait for their orders to come out.

"I guess it did, guess it's your problem now~"

Dream chuckled and set his shake out of the way licking the leftover whipped cream off his fingers. George watched him very carefully let his mind get lost in the thought of Dream doing that in a very different setting.

Dream looked up at him as he licked the last finger eyeing the way George zoned out as he watched. "Well, seems like there's one more problem besides your stubbornness."

He couldn't see the bottom half of George be he already knew the litter problem he had down there and made it aware to George. He took off his hoodie and placed it on his lap to make it less obvious.

"Fuck you." Dream couldn't help himself and looked him up and down. "When? Where? How hard?"

George groaned and shoved his face into his hands. "Why do you sound like such a fuck boy? It's killing me."

Dream scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Oh come on now, I do not sound like a fuck boy, you wouldn't be with me if I did."

George slumped back into his seat as the waiter brought out their food. "You're right, but still."