Dream Team x Reader || Fanfiction

Grand Finale [GeorgeNotFound's Ending]

Recap...

I was moments away from the corner, where I'd be able to see if my eyes were truly playing tricks on me or if my eyes saw right. What would I do if there was someone there?

What if it was my stalker? I paused. What if it is my stalker? Should I keep walking towards it?- No. Stop. Yet my body was defining every thought my mind threw out.

"Y/n?" I heard a familiar voice say.

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I turned around to see the oh-so-familiar tender brunette standing by the door, "So you were the one they chose eh?" I chuckled, as I hesitantly walked away from the fence.

"Mmm, I think persuaded is a better word to use" He chuckled. "What were you looking at?"

I awkwardly chuckled- looking back at the fence one last time before looking back at George, "It was nothing- just a stray cat I think"

He hummed before gesturing me to throw the car keys toward him. "I'll drive," Not thinking too much about it, I threw the car keys at him and hopped into the car. "So where to?" George asked as he started the car.

"Mm, I don't really- ooo, let's go to a Galleria!"

"Y/N- the closest Galleria is like 2 hours away by freeway-" He paused.

I just smiled, "Well you better get driving!" A giggle left my lips as the brunette let out a groan yet reluctantly began to head towards the freeway.

Regardless of George's initial opposition, he seemed to be enjoying the drive. Since I was in charge of aux, I played some Taylor Swift songs- belting my whole way through each and every single song. Surprisingly George seemed to also know most of the songs. It was cute how shyly he sung, but I could tell he was having fun still.

Suddenly I felt a hand creep onto my lower thigh. My eyes shot over to George who had a smug expression on his face as he continued to quietly sing to All Too Well. I could feel my face heating up as I felt his hand slowly creep up my thigh and stopping on my upper thigh. He didn't do anything, just left it there. And I was at a loss of words.

"What wrong Y/n? Why'd you stop singing?" I could hear the smugness in his voice, and that throaty chuckle of his made butterflies flutter inside me.

"You know exactly why" I said in a quieter voice, ultimately defeated.

"Ohh- is it because of my hand?" He asked, pretending to be ignorant to the whole situation, "I could just move my hand if you're uncomfortable" He said with a warm smile.

I could feel his hand beginning to lift, and I guess my mind has a mind of it's own because I suddenly placed my hand overtop of his. "N-No, I like it" I said.

Another chuckle left the brunette, "Alright, I'll keep it there then" He smiled as he gently squeezed my thigh, making me flinch.

After about an hour and a half, we began to approach our exit. Blonde began to change lanes to the right, preparing to leave the freeway, when all of a sudden I felt his hand go tense. "Blonde? Are you oka-?" I looked over to see a scared look on his face. "George?"

"Okay listen to me Y/n" Who knew a single line could cause this much anxiety. I felt George's hand lift from my thigh and instead intertwined with my hand, tightly. Something was off. "The brakes aren't working"

My mind went blank. It was just like my dream. It's all coming to life right before my very eyes. I looked over at how fast we were going. Fuck, 75 mph? What the hell can we do?