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| Dream |
The moment was quiet. It was in as if the time had paused, no one moving a muscle. As Dream couldn't see anything else, he assumed that the others were probably staring at them, not daring to say anything in case it ruined the moment.
Their faces were once again met by being inches apart. Eyes to eyes, connecting the significance to be rather romantic than embarrasing. He could hear as the boy's breath starting to hitch, nervous about what he was going to do next.
They both felt the connection. God, he looked so beautiful underneath him; waiting patiently for him to make the next move. Warmness spred across Dream's veins, all the way up to his cheeks. He wasn't ashamed of his actions, or which he didn't think of. He was too lost in those dark wood eyes, hinting a shade of lust and anticipation of what to happen next.
"Clay..." his sweet voice finally let out, still not moving a centimeter below him. Hands were then slid behind his neck, followed by a honeyed smile. "Not here, not now. Okay?" Dream smiled, tilting his head.
"I could invite you to my room..." he said, being returned with a dropped, chocked impression.
"I-" but he wasn't able to speak before the other bursted out laughing, digging his head into George's chest. He started to cackle with him.
"I'm joking! You should've seen your face!"
"I hate you, Dream! You're lucky the others already ditched us to go to sleep!" he exposed the others status, starting to hit the blonde who only laughed more.
A couple of more minutes of laughing non-stop, they finally calmed down. A last goodnight, and they went their own ways.
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The next morning, Dream found himself sitting in the vehicle. Although this time, it was more nerve wracking than ever.
On the highroad, trying to focus on the beautiful, angelic Juliet, talking up to the sky about the beloved prince who had her heart in his prison of love. Still, he couldn't stop fantasizing about himself being Romeo, trying to rescue the boy who'd stolen his heart, from the toxic family.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and no longer be a Capulet.
That's what she said. That's what she said, when calling out to her man, wishing for him to get her away from there, to save her.
Besides his two other hobbies, he loved reading. Especially Shakespeare, who had created his favourite love story out of all time, that was also given to him at a younger age by his mother.
How the poet described everything, had inspired him and his life. The quotes had made him think, and wonder, as well as smarter solutions, both in the name of love and his everyday life.
Something nudged him in the side, causing him to wake up from the daydreaming and his own mind. George.
"Hm?" he answered, looking up from the pages in his hand.
"Check the gram." he grinned, continuing to scroll through endless of stories that had tagged them about autographs, selfies, telling their followers about their new memories and what was yet to come.
And so, he followed his orders. He picked up his phone, unlocked it and clicked onto the bright colourful symbol, fading in hot lime-green into light blue.
He was immediately met by the Derivakat company's page, also known as their own producers who owned the world's most famous music app. The post was showing a summary of the week's most streamed songs over the week, and which to their surprise happen to be their song 'She's so nice'.
Dream chuckled, getting the brunette's attention.
"Those must be horny motherfuckers." he continued, getting agreed by his company beside him.
"Yeah, I guess," George answered, laying down his phone before tilting his head against the larger's shoulder. His heart jumped at the sudden movement, but shook it off immediately since it was nothing special at this point. "Romeo, Romeo, Romeo... When do you ever stop reading that book?" he joined him.
"Never. I love this story,". Just as I love you. The shorter rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Quackity, are we there yet?"
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"Oh Geoorge~" his voice hummed softly, lightly shaking the boy to wake up.
"Mmh.. five more minutes..." he groaned, smacking his lips slowly before leaving it open. Dream chuckled, but answered anyway.
"We're here now. Besides, you've already drowned my shoulder in your saliva anyways," that made the brunette jump up in fear. And he was indeed right, George had drooled all over his friends black t-shirt, making it look even darker than it was.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, Dream. This is so embarrasing..." he blushed, as an answer to the blonde's laughter.
"Let's just go," he finally pushed out, and so they did. They went outside and helped their mates take out the things from the trunk underneath. They noticed the others sharing their looks and smiles with them. He couldn't seen to figure out why, because they're used to it at this point.
Dream successfully avoided walking with the others, ending up walking first and soon being joined by Sapnap.
"Man. The hallway scene yesterday? What is going on, dude?" he said, smirking as the taller visibly got flustered when trying to think of an answer. "Look, you don't even have to answer. All I know is... be ready, Dream."
"What?" but he didn't answer, instead he walked away into the building with his orange guitar on the back and holding some part of the drumset.
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Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] Dream and his best friends has been in a band together for almost two years now. They've become a very popular boy band over the past year, and boom! Here they are, on their very first tour around the United States. On their very fir...
