Merch

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by Husky_Runt

by Husky_Runt

This is viewed in OC's point of view. This includes Dream x George [?].

Contains: nothing that I know of

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I was finally able to go on a flight to the UK. Honestly I was nervous because it was my first vacation and I might see George or Jack or Tubbo or even Lani. Plus, I was wearing Dream merch. Anyways, I finally went in line with the rest of the people.

I finally found my seat where a young-ish person was already sitting by the window. I couldn't really see their face, but I made out their blondish-brown hair. I sat down beside them barely catching the green eyes glancing at me.

The eyes went back to the phone the person was holding, rapidly typing before placing it in their hoodie. They kept their face facing the widow, which seemed odd but I didn't mind. They fidgeted with their hands as the announcements went over the 'great' procedures.

AS the plane took off, I watched the outside for a couple of minutes. I gazed back to my phone before pocketing it and relaxing in the seat. This was going to be a hell of a long flight and I was not about to stay up the whole time.

Hopefully the person would wake me up when we were about to leave. If not, then a flight attendant would wake me. I drifted to sleep with the noise of the air soothing me.

I woke up to a soft shake and saw a person gazing at me. Familiar green eyes made a connection that it was the person beside me. I saw people leaving and quickly grabbed my stuff. I followed everyone else out.

As I was about to turn away, I heard a very familiar voice say, "Thanks for buying my merch." I turned as the person walked away. I found the person with green eyes turning away to the other direction.

Confused, I kept walking until I found a bench. I sat down, having my thoughts connect. That person beside me was Dream. He was here in London, on November 1st... George's birthday! He was going to see George.

I smiled to myself, knowing what Dream looked like but didn't share the information with anyone. I kept the mental image to myself, feeling a bit special. I texted my friend, who was shocked at the news and never asked for Dream's face details.