💚 Long Distance 💚 || Dream6d

chapter two || dream and frenchie

Art by @villian_prince on Twitter

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Clay had mostly fallen asleep for majority of the flight, mainly just naps and waking up every couple minutes due to the noise or his brain waking him up on simple instinct.

or a plane, it was decently quiet for once, as everyone was relaxed and all. The male in the green hoodie had no worries as he continued to gaze out of the window.

They were above the clouds that littered the lapis sky, painted with purple and magenta with starts dribbled like a flowing art piece.
Clay continued to stare out at the dusk sky, as night crept across the gorgeous leaden sky, the dark clouds starting to roll in from somewhere west.

The sight was simply gorgeous for the male before he squinted, looking down below the clouds, widening his eyes as he saw the gorgeous maroon and marble lights scattered below, making out the gorgeous country. France.

He forced himself to stay awake for the landing, hearing a bit of chatter among the people around as they awaited their destination. The male only smiled and stared off again, excited to be on what he'd call a little... holiday.

Vacation? Break? Same thing, it didn't matter. He could only take in the gorgeous sight from above from the window he sat beside, the colours taking him in like a whole palette in his eyes.

🌪 || After the plane landed ||🌪

Dream walked out of the decently sized airport after collecting his luggage, looking up at the pitch dark sky. He pulled out his phone, checking the DM messages for anything. He was surprised to see Vincent had replied with his address.

He couldn't help but feel his heart slightly flutter at the thought of meeting the French man in person for the first time. He was a bit nervous and excited, simply dismissing it as nothing more than that. After all, he came for a break, nothing more.

He was surprised that Vincent's place was only a couple of kilometers away, and he could easily get an uber to take him there, if France even had those.

In worry he might mess something up, the male in the green hoodie took to simply walking, which was probably a bad decision after realising just how far he needed to go.

His legs were still aching from sitting on the plane, and walking didn't quite help at all, but he managed to distract himself with the houses and pretty plants he saw as he walked, whilst carrying his luggage.

In the end, he made it in about qn hour or more, with multiple breaks to relax. He was knackered after that, but he still needed to go to the front door. Hopefully it was the right house.

He checked his phone, and google maps multiple times, before exhaling, reaching his arm up as he walked up the cobblestone path, and with a sharp inhale, did his first knock against the wooden door.

He heard the sound of a chair move against the ground along with a familiar voice.
"Oui? Qui est là?"

(Sorry jf that's incorrect, I used GT)
"Oui oui baguette Eiffel tower."
Clay replied with a smirk, though he couldn't see Vincent, he could only imagine how much the French man is wanting to kill whoever was at the door.

"What?"
Vincent went over to the door and sighed, peeking it open slightly to try glimpse who was there. Instead he saw nothing but air.
"Am I hallucinating?"

"No, French man."
Clay smirked, going into Vincent's view. This slightly scared the French man, making him practically jump backwards away from the door.

"Quoi-"
Vincent looked up from the floor from being practically jumpscared. He wasn't really scared of that stuff but that scared him. Honestly, who wouldn't be scared of someone being creepy like that?

"Yooo uhh... French man. Oui oui."
Clay bit his lower lip, trying his absolute best not to laugh at this strange, but interesting first encounter with French man.

"What the hell? Y-you don't need to speak French, I can speak English you know?"
Vincent replied quickly, getting up and dusting himself on even though he wasn't dirty from a fall onto a clean floor.

"Non. Baguette."

"Shur up. A-anyway,"
Vincent looked down for a minute, before gazing back up at the male in the green hoodie.

"For a vacation."

Vincent almost choked on his breath for a minute, trying to comprehend what Dream had just said. Did he hear that correctly or what?

"I- nope. Go back to Chicago."
Vincent went to close the door jokingly, before Clay nudged himself between it and the door frame so the French man couldn't close it.

"Also I have nowhere to sleep either, Frenchie."

"...Je te deteste.. but alright. Sleep on the floor. Ian can be your pillow."
The French man replied, letting Clay into his house instead of keeping him lodged between a wall and a door.

"Are you serious?"

"Non. You can sleep on the couch or something."

"What if we sleep together Frenchie?"

"JE TE DETESTE--.. non."

"But you slept with Zak."

"You say that like it's bad but we were on opposite sides of the bed and nowhere near eachother."

"Hm, you say that."
Dream rolled his eyes, following the French man to a slightly messy room with a soft tan sofa. It was quite nice, apart from a bit of trash here and there lying around.

"Messy French man."
Clay teased.

"Well if I had known SOMEONE was coming I would have tidied up, eh?"
Vincent rolled his eyes, walking away from the other male.

"Wait so you're just gonna leave me here?"

"Oui."

"Come on, can't I get a friendship hug? Just a little hug?"

"Why should I?"

"Please?"
Dream begged the French man for the sake of it. He was just simply bored and wanted to at least get something out of coming all the way from the USA to here.

"If I give you a hug will you leave me alone to chill?"

"No."

"Whatever, Smiley."
Vincent sighed, wrapping his arms around Clay for a few seconds, before pulling away.

"You happy now?"

"Oui oui baguette."

With a loud exhale, Vincent left the room and you could hear a creak as he sat down to his gaming setup in the room not far.

Clay only smiled, sitting down on the sofa with his luggage at the end of it, still packed and untouched since the flight.

This vacation will be a long journey, and both of them would be oblivious to it.

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