Cancún - dnf

Chapter One

11:05 pm. George grabbed his hoodie, his favorite grey hoodie that coincidentally, his best friend gave him. After grabbing a variety of plain t-shirts, sweatpants, two pairs of jeans, about 5 boxers, and a couple pairs of socks, he was ready to go. He glanced over at the small bag he had packed yesterday, carrying all of his toiletries and other small items. Stepping back, he bit his lip, glancing over all the items one more time before sighing and zipping his suitcase. Tomorrow, he was heading to Cancún with that very best friend. For three whole weeks. Alone.

Now- don't get him wrong... George was very excited for this trip with his best friend. There was just one small detail that made this trip a bit more nerve-wracking... and well, that was the fact that for the past two months straight he's been waking up after having very vivid wet dreams of that so called best friend. George had only been sent one photo of Dream, only a fleeting blurry glimpse of his face. His dirty blonde hair hung low in his eyes, his beautiful emerald green eyes. He was biting his cherry colored, plump bottom lip. They had been joking around all night long, drunk on their laughter and their tiredness. One joke, one tease, one photo later and Dream hit send. That night is when it all started...when all the dreams started. Every single night George saw those lips, those eyes staring deep into his soul. He'd wake up and feel the fleeting warmth where Dreams body had seemingly been only moments before.

George checked the time, he was supposed to wake up in 4 hours. He let out a soft sigh, running his fingers over the hoodie once more before making his way over to his bed. He grabbed his phone off of the nightstand, flopping onto his back on the bed. He opened his phone, seeing a familiar icon pop up with a notification. It was a message from Dream, reading: Hey gogs, you still up?

George thought for a few moments, nibbling on his bottom lip and readjusting onto his stomach. He suddenly heard ringing, and instantly looked up at his phone, paling at the sight. He had FaceTimed Dream, and seconds later, Dream answered. "Clay..." George all but whispered, a stunned expression still on his face.

"Um.....yes? You called me so suddenly..." Dream mumbled, awkwardness laced through his voice. George instantly locked with those emerald green eyes, not even believing what he was seeing. "George?" Dream prompted again, starting to feel anxiety welling up in his chest from his friends silence. He had been nervous at the thought of showing his face, but he trusted George, and so he answered. The silence was loud, making Dream almost regret even answering. It wasn't necessarily that Dream thought George would be rude or judgemental, but he was just extremely self conscious. The anxiety he was feeling, even just with his best friend, was overwhelming. Dream was about to hang up the call, or maybe just move the phone so his face was out of frame, but George spoke.

"𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮-" he practically moaned out, mouth partially hanging open. This made the blonde boy turn red, cheeks and ears burning at the tone of his voice. "You're so...." George didn't finish his sentence, still just staring.

"Y-yeah yeah... I get it George im hot but you don't have to stare." Dream tried to tease, but it was a futile attempt. George practically nodded in agreement, and Dream wouldn't have been surprised if he had started drooling, either. After a few silent, painfully slow awkward moments, George cleared his throat. "Sorry.... I just wasn't expecting... thAt."

Dream almost scoffed. "George- you called 𝘮𝘦" he emphasized the me on purpose, making sure that even if George wasn't staring at him, he would still be able to hear him rolling his eyes. He had relaxed slightly, now a bit more comfortable with George seeing his face.

"Oh- right." George said matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders. He rolled over a bit so that he was on his side, half hiding his face in the blanket. "Dream..." he said quietly, still looking over at dreams face. "Yes Georgie?" Dream said softly, not being able to stop himself from smiling at the cute sleepy brittish boy on the other end of the call. He thought he noticed said boy's cheeks dust pink, but he may have just been seeing things.

"Sing me a song" George said quietly. Taken aback, Dream really couldn't think of any songs. "George- you want me to sing for you...? I can't really think of anything.." George hummed and shook his head, batting his long pretty eyelashes towards his phone in a sleepy haze. "mmh- please dweamy?" Dream bit his lip, hard, and looked to the side for a few moments. He spoke softly, hesitant and very noticeably nervous.

"Usually I put somethin' on TV
So we never think about you and me
But today I see our reflections clearly
In Hollywood, layin' on the screen...."

He glanced up at George, seeing the brunette staring back at him with his beautiful deep brown eyes. His features were relaxed, and he looked as if he could pass out any moment. His relaxed and peaceful state edged out some of Dreams nerves, letting him continue on a bit more steady, with his eyes closed.

"You just need a better life than this
You need somethin' I can never give
Fake water all across the road
It's gone now, the night has come, but-"

Dream opened his eyes, noticing that the brunette had already closed his. He smiled softly, staring at his gentle yet handsome features.

"Sometimes all I think about is you
Late nights in the middle of June
Heat waves been fakin' me out
Can't make you happier now"

He finished, stopping his little performance as his audience had clearly fallen asleep. He sighed and then, in the corner of his eye, he caught his own reflection. It made him flinch, he wasn't used to this. But for George...? He could get used to it.

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Hello all, I hope this was a good first chapter! Get excited because I plan to be writing a lot in the upcoming weeks. :)