💚 Long Distance 💚 || Dream6d

chapter three || chill time

Art by @call_me_neil on Instagram

swear warning oop-
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Clay went on his phone, gazing at the various notifications he had gotten since his flight.

He yawned, flicking through every one of the messages until he found nothing worthy of concern.

The male in the green hoodie continued to scroll on his phone for another couple of moments until Vincent came out of his room again, gazing over at Clay for no reason in particular but to utterly admire him.

The french man stayed silent, before walking off into what was supposedly the kitchen, which the male in the green hoodie didn't fully pay attention to, as he was too busy playing agar.io to notice.

Well, that was until the french man got bored of the silent male and went to the freezer, grabbing out an ice cube out of the tray, feeling the cold frozen block of water on his hand as he approached the figure on the couch.

Without making much of a sound, Vincent slightly pulled back Clay's hoodie and instantly dropped it, moving away from him.

The french man only snickered as Clay screeched.

"WHA-"

Vincent couldn't hold back his laughter at this point, leaning his hands on his knees as he tried to breathe, seeing the situation as simply hilarious other than anything.

It was great, watching the male jump up from the couch and panic as he tried to get the ice cube out of his hoodie.

"Do you need help with that, Smiley?"

Vincent asked, looking over at the green male.

That was his nickname for him. Smiley. He cherished that, hence Clay's Minecraft skin is quite literally a smiley expression, so it made sense in a way.

"OOUIII OUI!"

Clay screeched, slightly laughing at this point from the cold. The french man would've been convinced he was dying of hypothermia if it wasn't for the lack of cold weather.

Without hesitation, he approached Clay and put a hand on his shoulder, pulling his lime hoodie back.

The male in the green hoodie squirmed a bit but was relieved when he didn't feel the ice cube against his back anymore.

He was happy for a moment, before glaring over at Vincent.

"W-what was that for, anyway?!"

Clay asked, crossing his arms as he looked at the other male, who only looked back at him with a resting bitch face.

"What's with that face?"

"Que voulez-vous dire- I mean-- what?"

Vincent mentally facepalmed, his brain still not comprehending the simple fact that he was speaking to an English person.

Dream sighed, looking across the room for a moment, before looking back at the french man in a slight silence.

"You have the look of a dying person."

"Y-YOU DON'T SAY?"

Vincent practically screeched, to which Ian who was walking by fuzzed up their tail and pinned their ears to their head, annoyed with the racket his owner was making.

Clay blinked, shrugging.

"What? So I just never noticed it?"

He snickered, not taking his eyes off the French man.

This was getting fun alright.

Vincent only exhaled, turning away from the other male, adjusting his glasses like one of those anime characters would.

"Guess so. Get glasses."

"Why should I? Do you want to have matching glasses or something?"

Dream gave a wide grin, walking slowly closer to Vincent by the second.

The French man stepped back, noticing the other male moving closer.

"Why do you always Dream6d everything?"

Clay, being the annoying flirt he is, extended his hand out to Vincent's face, walking closer to him, his eyes half-closed before he simply poked the French man's cheek.

The French man was a mixture of confusion and solid well, yeah. Full confusion then.

His face slightly went red, but he shook it off almost immediately.

The both of them weren't a thing. No chemistry between the chemicals in this little science experiment. But, he couldn't put his finger on it.

It was like there was a chemical spill in the tests, creating a powerful new wildfire.

The French man didn't realise it yet, but he was truely cupid's victim in this situation.

The invisible arrow that struck the two males straight through the hearts, a love that made them binded together.

But the French man shook it off, looking down at the floor to which Ian curled around his legs, purring a soft kitten hum.

Vincent looked back at Clay awkwardly, moving himself away from him.

He felt warm, and he needed to get as far as he could from the male.

The French man was like the metal, with Dream being the magnet. It's something they'd both deny, wouldn't it?

The whole little flirty tweets are jokes, nothing more.

"Well I've got to go feed Ian now, you can make yourself at home, I guess."

Vincent said calmly, even though his heart felt like it was pounding.

All over a simple little poke.

It was funny, he'll admit, but now it's time to go and feed his cat. He'd been neglecting the poor thing for a solid ten minutes, of course Ian would be begging for attention.

"Come on, Ian! Food!"

Vincent hurried after his cat, that bolted swiftly into the kitchen, walking around as he awaited his meal.

Dream sat back down on the couch, a bit confused on why the French man had acted like that.

I mean sure, it was obvious that Dream6d came to mind but he wasn't interested in thinking about that now.

The simple confused expression on Vincent's face, his hair, his gorgeous eyes. He was lured in like bait to a rod in a lake.

The price was obvioud from a glance, but with the other fish in the lake, they'd go for it, only to be taken hostage.

Except, there would be light in the end. Not death, but love.

An emotion the male knew all too we. From primary school crushes to relationships, he knew that emotion enough to know what he was feeling from a long glance.

A fiery passion of love.

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