💚 Long Distance 💚 || Dream6d

chapter one || the flight

Art by @Cinnabean666 on Twitter

Clay = Dream
Vincent = a6d
Zak = Skeppy
Darryl = BadBoyHalo

his book will be just a6dream. :)
Also sorry if I get anything incorrect about planes or airports, I've honestly never been on a plane or been to an airport before.

Warning- contains slight swearing _______________________________________
Clay stared up at his snow white ceiling in a slight moment of boredom, tapping his fingers contentedly on the wooden desk he was sitting at. The male in the lime green hoodie soon gave a quick smirk, opening Twitter. Over the past few days, he'd been messing around with Vincent over Twitter, tweeting stuff back and forth until one of the two stopped or another person stopped the chain with a meme or random clip.

The male also found it a bit amusing how the French man always replied with cursing and stuff regarding what people apparently called a6dream or dream6d. Clay wasn't very surprised, either. People kept asking him why he was 'flirting' with him and made numerous comments about how the French man was what people called thicc.

Now this made Clay smile, seeing the French man being a literal tsundere over Twitter. It was funny if you thought of it, then again, it's probably just Vincent being himself as usual. Then, his mind trailed off to different thoughts like, 'Is Vincent also a tsundere in real life?' and 'Vincent is actually thicc tho'. Majority of his thoughts were just jokes, and his bored mind didn't really help with the current situation.

Now conveniently enough, the male had planned a trip to France. Since he's responsible and all, you'd think he would've thought it all out over a week- or month, possibly?
No. He planned it all last night. It's too obvious, and he hasn't told Vincent about his trip.

Clay began typing away swiftly at his keyboard, messaging Vincent even though he was probably asleep or busy.

|| Twitter ||

Dream
How's my French man doing?

a6d
So you're saying I'm your French man?

Dream
Oui oui baguette

a6d
Shut up

Dream
No u
Anyway, aren't you sleeping or something?

a6d
No lol I'm not sleeping at this time.

Dream
Oh okay Frenchie

a6d
Don't call me that.
I'll start calling you 'fucker'

Clay chuckled at his screen from Vincent's reply, before glancing at his watch. It's about time he went. He texted a6d a quick 'goodbye lol', before closing his desktop and grabbing his luggage he'd be taking with him as he started heading to his car with no delay in his step.

☁️ || Short Timeskip ||🌪

After Clay finished the drive to the airport, he parked his car and made his way inside to the airport, quite ecstatic to be going to France. After all, he could do almost anything there.

Of course he doesn't mean EVERYTHING, but it's close enough to count, right? Well, he thought so as he took as seat to wait for his plane.

If you're wondering about his cat Patches, well Clay sorted out with a friend to take care of them for him, which he highly appreciated seeing as he'd be in France for a whole two weeks.

Yes, two weeks he was going to be there for. Simply like a little holiday of some sort. Zak and Darryl would probably be jealous that he's flexing like this to probably see Vincent, but it didn't really matter.

I mean that's if he can even find out where the French man lives for something. It would be a bit creepy just going up to his house like that, but he shook it off. That's when he simply messaged Vincent over Twitter.

|| Twitter ||

Dream
Hey just curious where is your house? I wanna send something directly there if I can, hehe

|| Back to Real Life ||

Clay stayed seated where he was for another sixteen minutes, before he heard the call to board his plane, that he did quickly.

He was lucky enough to get the window seat, which he appreciated a lot seeing as he wouldn't be jammed between a lot of other people.

It was just him, a wall, and the grey cement outside the window. From what he knew, it would be nighttime in France, but he wasn't absolutely sure at that point in time. He didn't really understand timezones that well.

As the plane took off, Clay only blinked exhaled and stared out of the window. All he had on his mind was Vincent. Vincent. Vincent. He simply couldn't take his mind off of him for no peculiar reason. This would probably be a long flight.

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