Peach Silhouette

2 | We're not in Florida anymore

Dream looked around. The entry hall to the house was massive. It looked like something out of a fantasy. The ache in his arms reminded him that he needed to set his bags down, and stepped forward.

"Hello?" He called into the elegant building. He heard the pounding of multiple sets of feet, and 3 people peeked out over the edge of the loft. 

"DREAM!" They said simultaneously, hurrying down the stairs at a dangerous pace. The first was a short man with shaggy brown hair and a pale pink sweatshirt. The second was a tall boy with messy blonde hair and a red-sleeved white shirt. And the third was-

"GEORGE!" He yelled, dropping his bags and wrapping the European in a hug.  

"You're late." George said, mock bitterness edging his high toned voice. 

"That's not fair! You and the rest of the Brits took a plane together." George shrugged. 

"Still late." He replied, his eyes light. More footsteps caught his attention, and he saw the other foreigners make their way down the smooth stairs. 

George pulled out of the hug as the other boys approached. Wilbur patted Dream on the back, playfully measuring the two inch gap between them. Dream punched his shoulder. 

After a few minutes of laughing and messing around with the guys he decided it was time to pick a room. He looked down the two hallways branching off from the main lobby. Then he looked up, to realize that the ceiling was three stories high. At the top was a huge skylight with a variety of hues in it. Dream practically gasped. George smirked.

"I know, don't I have the best taste?" Dream rolled his eyes at the shorter man. 

"Since you know it so well, gOgy, why don't you show me around?" George narrowed his eyes at the nickname that seemed to follow him everywhere, and not in a good way. He shrugged.

"Sure, come along then." Dream picked up his bags and followed him to the hallway on the left. It was gorgeous and homey all at the same time. As much as he hated to admit it, George did a really good job picking the place out.

"That's Eret's bedroom, he's streaming right now so we should probably hush. And this one's Harvey's, he arrived yesterday. He's in a UHC right now, which is why he didn't greet you either. That's Wilbur's, this is Tommy's, oh and that one over there is Zak's. This one is Fundy's, and the one at the end of the hallway is Techno's. His is much bigger than the rest of the bedrooms on this floor because we decided to give subscriber count priority, but Zak refused to take the room. He isn't here yet but I believe he arrives in a week."

"Of course he'd make a late entrance for the dramatics." Dream snorted. They walked back down the hallway and across the lobby where Tommy and Tubbo were arguing about something. Dream overhead the word clingy and chuckled under his breath. 

"As for this hallway, we have Ponk over here, Tubbo is there, Bad will probably be in that one, F1nn is right there-"

"Wait a minute, who's in that one?" Dream pointed at the door with a grainy stock image of toes on it. George put his hand on his forehead.

"Do you really have to ask?" Dream thought about it, and then he laughed. They moved on to the last two. "And finally, this one is empty for potential people, and that one is Spifey's." Dream nodded.

"Ok, so where are we?" George smiled.

"We," he gestured for him to follow. "are upstairs. Follow me." They made their way up the staircase. The second floor was just as beautiful as the first. George set off once again down the left hallway.

"This is the ballroom, also a dining room if we want I guess."

"The ballroom?" Dream asked, looking around the grand room. George laughed.

"We're going to throw one heck of a Christmas party. Here is the terrarium," George pointed to a room full of lush green plants. "and here is the kitchen." Dream peeked inside to see Finn and Vurb laughing as Zak struggled to understand the recipe for....wait, was that spaghetti? They were going to need some serious cooking help. George frowned.

"Yeah, we might want to hire a cook." He said. Dream replied in agreement. "Oh yeah, and this is the gym, which we'll probably never use." Dream shrugged.

"I work out." George's eyebrows raised in surprise but he said nothing, instead turning around and heading down the right hallway. Here, there was only a balcony separating the two hallways rather than a massive lobby. 

"These are the four studio rooms. We all agreed that on the weekdays we should each get a room for the day, but on the weekends they will be first come first serve. The schedules will probably be flexible though, depending on video collabs and such."

"That sounds good to me." Dream replied. 

"Great. This is the laundry room, and here is the very large lounge, which will probably be more of a gaming place rather than the down stairs area." Dream nodded again. "And that's it for the second floor! Now for the fun bit." George led him up another set of stairs. This time, there was a huge window overlooking the ocean. The sun was already setting, creating a beautiful landscape. Dream pulled out his phone to take a picture.

"Wow, I'm sure we'll make good use of the espresso machine." Dream looked at it. It seemed this used to be a coffee shop. There was a piano in the corner, covered in dust. There were clean white sheets of music on it though, and he wondered whose they were. They moved on. 

"This is Sapnap's bedroom. This is mine, and this one," George said, opening the door with a huge smile, "is yours." Dream's jaw dropped. This room was bigger than his living room - probably bigger than his old apartment. There was a tidily made king sized bed in the middle. His computer set up, his lesser used one, was in the far left corner. There was a big flatscreen tv and couches to lounge on, and a mini fridge nearby. 

"George," he frowned, noticing something. "Did you put together my setup?" George looked away. 

"What? I had time on my hands, that's all. Ok?" Clay narrowed his eyes. "Let's go, there's one last room." George led him across the coffee room once more. "This is my favorite bit. Close your eyes." Dream closed his eyes, feeling George tug at his sleeve. "Alright, open."

Dream opened his eyes and gasped. He was in a massive room. There were climbable towers everywhere. On the highest tower, he spotted Patches looking down at him. George's puppy weaved through his legs, wagging its tail in excitement. He spotted the other pets as well, and smiled. 

"Yeah, I think this is my favorite too." They stayed there awhile, hanging out with the animals before Dream began to grow tired. He yawned. George looked concerned. 

"Alright, time for bed you Floridian. That jet lag is catching up to you." Dream nodded. George walked with him to his room, before heading downstairs to go hangout with the others. As much as he wanted to go hangout with his friends, he really was tired. There would be time enough throughout the next year. He collapsed on his bed, content as he drifted off to sleep.

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an: hiiiiii sorry for taking so long to get this chapter out. i'll try to be more consistent but no promises :/ love you all. please give me feedback maybe :0