The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Eighteen

Dream blinks and two months have passed. Everything was good between him and the brunette.

There hadn't been any other meltdowns during, if only then maybe a few over school, because it was exhausting at times.

The weather felt so much colder than it was in october, yet there was still no snow to be seen. He kind of had hoped to see his first snow before next year, after arriving back from the states.

But he didn't know if it was even possible, because he leaves in just a few days to celebrate the holidays with his mother.

He would have wanted to bring the brunette with him, but he wasn't really sure if his mother would allow it, yet again why wouldn't she?

Later that evening, calling his mother and decided to ask her if he could bring the brunette with him, knowing the ridiculous amount of questions she would instantly ask.

Not in a bad way though, she would just be curious with who his son is with.

''Is he handsome?'' his mother asked another question through the phone.

''Mom, you saw him, when I moved into my dorm'' Dream laughs

''You know my memory isn't the best of it'' his mother scoffs over the phone.

''I'll send you a picture'' Dream reassures his mother, to make her remember.

In conclusion she doesn't mind the brunette tagging along and was more than happy about this idea.

When the brunette finally had made it back to the dorm room and eventually gave Dream the perfect oppurtunity to snap a suprise photo of the brunette. 

''George'' Dream grins with the camera pointed at the brunette.

''What?'' George begins, ''Delete it'' he playfully adds, making his way towards his bed.

''Too late'' Dream smiled.

''Why did you sent a photo of me to your mother?'' George asked as he looked at the open chat after grabbing the phone from him.

''Give me my phone and i'll explain'' Dream tries to reach his phone while still laying down.

''Not until you tell me''

''Oh come on'' Dream tries, lifting his body to reach his phone, pulling the brunette on top of him.

''Well thank you for being so nice and giving me my phone back'' a wide grin appeared on his face.

''Now you have to tell me'' George urged as he found a comfortable spot on top of him, staring right down at his sparkly green eyes.

''You looking at me like this, is really distracting me you know?'' Dream replied.

George places a soft kiss on top of the blonde's slightly pink tinted lips, ''Okay, now will you tell me?'' now sitting up.

Dream doesn't say anything. He was still flabbergasted by the unexpected press on his lips.

''Dream?'' George gently pokes the blonde under him.

''Well that was unexpected'' Dream finally said with his cheeks still heating up.

''We have kissed like what, million times?'' George began, ''Yet it is still unexpected?'' he finished with a smile plastered on his face.

''Okay well, shut up'' Dream playfully began, ''You almost never do it first'' he finished.

''So you're telling me you want me to do it more often?''

''You're blushing''

''So are you'' George shooted right back, ''Now answer my question''