tea - dreamnotfound

best friends forever

i immediately recognize a person who fits dream's description perfectly coming out of customs with his messy dirty blonde hair, his iconic lime green hoodie and his superior height. he looks bothered by the large amount of people around, constantly checking his phone to see if i've texted him. it feels like my heart has lodged into my throat, trying to beat its way out. is that actually dream? it must be, right?

i put my hand up, wildly waving it to get him to notice me.
"dream!"

he freezes, looking up from his phone and straight into my eyes even though i'm a good 30 meters away. i can hear him faintly shouting "george!" before he starts running towards me, his big luggage bag barely hanging on behind him.

i feel like crying tears of happiness when he's rapidly approaching me. his eyes are beaming with joy as he blindly drops his bag, practically throwing me into his arms. a huge volcano of butterflies erupt in my stomach as he holds me tight, lifting me off the ground and spinning me around. he smells sweet, almost like cookies and his skin is soft and smooth.

he laughs, and i laugh too. i bet the whole airport is watching, but it doesn't matter because right now i'm in my own world. my own world where only dream and i exist in this very moment.

"dreaaam, let me down!" i whine after a while, even though i really wish he could just hold me like this forever.
"i knew you would be tiny enough to throw around," he smiles, putting me down on the ground again.

i notice just how close we're standing. his eyes are sparkling in the faint sunlight that has found its way into the plain airport building, probably pretty glowing green rather than light brown in color. i remember him telling me how much he adores his emerald green eyes. he's honestly breathtakingly beautiful. it's making my knees feel weak, making my heart skip some beats.

"you don't know how nervous i've been," he explains, "this is one of the biggest moments of my life."

just hearing those words are making me happier than ever. he's been this excited to meet me? me of all people? i try to wipe away the huge grin i have on my face so to not look so stupid, but despite my best efforts it stays.

"i've been dying to meet you."

dream responds not with words, but with a pretty smile instead.

"you wanna go get some food? i'm starving," he groans after a while, "airplane food is shit."
"sure, mcdonalds?"
"perfect."

dream picks up his luggage bag he so haphazardly threw on the floor earlier, and we start walking towards my car. he really is one for small talk, not one moment is silent or awkward as we pass through door after door. everything feels so natural with him. i finally feel comfortable, almost more comfortable than when i'm completely alone.

most of the anxiety i previously had about his stay is long gone. for now, at least. only the food problem left to deal with it seems.

"so what do you think about london so far dream?" i ask as i unlock the car.
"i haven't even seen the city yet but... it's been interesting i guess," he replies, lifting his bag up and placing it in the backseat, "and the weather changes moods quicker than you."

i pretend to be hurt by his comment, making him wheeze loudly.

i jump into the drivers seat while dream is visibly confused about which side to sit on, mumbling something about how dumb brits are. i just chuckle. when the engine's started, dream places a hand on my shoulder, clearing his throat.

"hey, one thing," he says in a serious voice, "call me clay from now on, okay? this is real life, not minecraft."

i shiver a little under his touch, responding with a soft "of course, clay." he smiles at me once again, and those pearly eyes light up just like before.

"now let's go get us some mcdonalds!"

i silently nod, pulling out from the parking space.