-Doorbells Ringing- || A DreamNotFound/Gream Book

There is no escape.

a/n: When typing the name 'George', like Spifey's and NotFound's, I can't help but think about the name 'Geoffrey'.

"Surprise Dreamy-Boy."

Dream stood there, jaw-dropped, as he looked at the man standing in front of him. "Geor...George?"

"The one and only." George smiled. "Well besides Spifey, but whatever."

Clay chuckled before hugging George. They continued to hug each other until Dream spoke up. "This is great and all but.."

"Buut?" George could feel Dream's quiet laughing from the hug. "Dream, what?"

Dream stepped away from the hug, still chuckling. "Why'd you have to do all that? You could've just called me. And was the delivery man on this too?"

George smiled. "'Cause I wanted to, plus your reactions are ador- they're priceless." He corrected himself.

Dream didn't seem to catch that minor slip up. "Oh, but what about the delivery guy?"

"Oh him? He wasn't planned, I just happened to see him driving around the neighborhood giving out people's stuff. He's really nice, he saw me and gave me that envelope and paper. I ended up tipping him."

"God, I'd hope you'd tip him. But another thing is, where'd you get all the confetti and glitter?" Dream motioned to all of the confetti and glitter laying across his porch and on his shirt.

George couldn't help but laugh a bit. "I just keep glitter and confetti on me."

a/n: i get it, it's gay aZ (as Zelk), but i put whatever i wanna put.

"Glitter? Just on you? Wha- where?" Dream looked around George, basically circling him.

"Woah there-" George backed up against the wall again. "Jeez Dream, I didn't know you were going to be THAT excited to see me."

"Oh my-" Clay backed up. "Not like that you idiot." He mumbled.

George laughed again, he sure was in a good mood today. "Nevermind. But I have it in a small baggie, or Ziplock. It's in my jacket pocket."

"Okay sure, I'd also hope you keep all of that in some form of container, but why?"

"Why not?" George smirked as Dream just rolled his eyes. "But in all seriousness, sometimes I meet fans at some places so whenever someone notices me, I can't help but feel excited that I'm actually known. So I just stick my hand in my pocket, grab some glitter or confetti, and just throw it in the air as.. like I guess a form of celebration?"

"That's just gay-" Dream wheezed, a hand grabbing his own shirt.

"Oh my god, whatever. I just appreciate my fans." George crossed his arms.

"Are you saying I don't?"

"I never said that."

"Good." Dream dropped his hand.

"I'm just implying it-"

"GEORGE"

"Now come onnnn, we've been standing here for like 10 minutes now. And my feet hurt. Not to mention it took a really long time for you to find me." George whined.

Dream scoffed. "Well excuse me. Like I said before, just a singular call would've been perfectly fine."

"Well excuse ME for trying to be a little bit more fun."  

Dream gave an annoyed look but he was still smiling. "Whatever shortie, let's just go inside." George rolled his eyes but followed behind Dream as he led George into his house.