If you were to look outside on the streets of London, today would look the same as every other day.
And to most, it was, but to two men, today was special.
George was in his house, grabbing a box out of his fridge. It was a small box, about the same size as both his hands. He opened up the box to reveal a slice of chocolate cake. He had bought it because it was blue and red, well, he thought it was blue and red. He was red/green colorblind, so he wasn't sure, but at least he knew it was partially blue! He was about to take a bite of the cake when his doorbell rang. He started to get mad at whoever dared to interrupt his cake eating.
He walked over to the door, already done with the person on the other side. He swung the door open and saw a man with blonde hair who was at least 20 centimeters (8 inches) taller than him.
"Hello, I'm kinda busy right now, so if it's not urgent,"
"Happy birthday, George!"
"DREAM?!"
"Did you not recognize me?
George quickly moved to hug Dream. "You're so handsome! Unfair! Also, you can't blame me for not recognizing you, " he started as he pushed Dream in his house, closing the door behind them, "you've never shown me your face before. Also, what are you doing here? Isn't Florida like, nine hours away?"
He set his suitcase down and took off his jacket. "First of all, don't sell yourself short. You're pretty cute yourself."
George looked up at him. "Was that a joke about my height?"
Dream snickered. "...no."
"Why did you hesitate?! It was! Oh, screw you!"
Dream started wheezing. "Okay, fine, but anyway, I'm here for your birthday. Obviously. And it's not like I flew all the way here just to fly back once your birthday is over! I'm staying here for two weeks!"
"Like, here, here?" George pointed at the ground.
"Yup! I'm staying here. Unless you have plans. In that case, I'd get a hotel room."
George walked over to the kitchen. "No way I'm letting you stay in a shitty hotel. You can stay here. I just wish you'd given me a heads up. This place is a mess. I'm sorry."
"If I told you, it would ruin the surprise! besides, your place looks fine. My apartment looks way worse, trust me."
"Sure," George said sarcastically. He went to get another plate for Dream. "I only bought this one piece of cake, but I can cut it in half. So you can have some too."
"Oh, don't worry, I bought you some cupcakes at the store! We can share those!" Dream rummaged through his bag before pulling out a plastic case of chocolate cupcakes.
"Ooh! Thank you, Dream!"
He set the cupcakes on the table and opened up the packaging. "You know, you can call me Clay, right?"
"I think I'll call you Clay block instead."
They laughed at this. Dream grabbed one of the cupcakes. "I want the green ones, you can have the red ones."
George looked back at the cupcakes, nervous. "Clay, you know I'm colorblind."
Clay looked shocked for a moment before facepalming. "Yeah, duh. Sorry, the side closest to me is green, and the side closest to you is red. They're split in half."
"Thanks, Clay."
They both enjoyed eating way too many cupcakes. When they were done, they decided to watch some movies. First, they watched 'We're the Millers', a comedy movie about a fake family smuggling drugs across the Mexican/American border.
