George x Dream

Home sweet home...

Authors note: I'm sorry for not being on a schedule, I only like to write when I'm in the mood and I just haven't recently and I'm sorry for that!

George's POV:
America was different then what I expected, sometimes it's so colorful but other times it's dull, and it's rocky but smooth, and peaceful but loud, I don't know how to explain it. But no matter what America was like, I was with Dream, and that's what puts the smile on my face. We arrived at our apartment building and went straight up the stairs. Dream seemed used to it, it was so casual to him but this was my new home! I need to get used to it. "Are you ready?" He asked me with his hand on the door knob, one of his eyebrows slightly went up as a mysterious smile fills his face, "As ready as I'll ever be," He opens the door

It was not super exciting, just a normal apartment, but this was the start of a new life for me, I looked back at Dream with a smile from ear to ear. I couldn't believe it! He even had clout goggles placed on the kitchen table for me. I was too happy, I started running around looking at all the rooms, first the bathroom, then living room, next dreams room- it was a little messy, clothes on the floor, computer still running. But I still feel in love with it, I fell onto his bed with a great big sigh. It feels like home. Dream walked into the doorway of his room and leaned his shoulder on the doorframe. I look up at him, pinning my elbows against his sheets. His wavy dirty blonde hair looked so perfect in this lighting, the way his arms were crossed I could just- I could just- what was I thinking? I stood up and followed him into my room. It was plain but sorta big, there was a bed, a dresser, a desk, my boxes that I had already shipped, and my gaming chair dream put together for me. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!" I said, the room was perfect, I once again fell into the bed with a great big sigh.

Dreams POV:
Just the sight of George smiling and laughing in real life made my stomach turn, I don't know why, but I loved it. "I-I-I thought you might like the bigger room," I say rubbing then back if my neck, why did is stutter? I'm never nervous, why does the fact I'm taking to George make me feel weaker, or- I don't know the word I'm just- not myself. "Aww clay! You didn't have to!" Said George, he stood up and gave me another hug, this time making me let out a bunch of air, all my mind could think was Georgeeee

3 hours later...

George and I finally finished his room, everything was unboxed and set up, it looked great! I could tell George was more organized, while I was just a mess. "Great work!" George said, with a punch to my arm. "Yep! It really was-" I turned to George and see him pull up the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, I think I gulped really loud, but I couldn't tell, I was in the moment.

George's POV:
While I wipe the sweat on my forehead I hear a sound coming from Dream, I look over to see him staring at me, "Isss everything okay clay?" I ask him, "Me? Oh what yea everything is cool," he answered, quickly directing his attention back to the room. My stomach started to growl and I hold my stomach in embarrassment, Dream looks over and half smiles, "Lets get you something to eat," He says in a powerful, manly, cut- I mean he says it in a voice that was different, a voice that made my head to toe feel like liquid.

4 hours later...

It's was 11 pm, we were both very tired, we did a lot today, I crawled into my cozy new bed. "Goodnight dreamy!" I yell to him in the room next door, "Goodnight gogy," I hear in reply, I fell asleep easily having dreams voice fresh in my mind.

Dreams POV:
It was late, an hour after we yelled goodnight, and I had this weird feeling, I needed something- someone. I needed George, and I don't know why. I just wanted him- I just wanted George by my side what the heck- I don't know what I'm saying. I try to close my eyes but my attraction pushes my brain farther, I end up standing up. Quietly, without thinking I tip toe out of my room and in front of George's door, I lean my ear up to his door trying to hear his snores but instead creak the door open by accident. I see George, fast asleep like a baby. He was so- so- cute- I have to admit it, no matter how much I cut my thoughts off, I do think he's cute.

I think I ended up staring at him a little too long.. so I closed the door gently and stuck back into my room, I tried to fed my thoughts of him by looking at him, but I don't think it seemed to work. I just want him more, I just want to go back and stare at him ever longer. I pushed my pillow on top of my head like I was trying to suffocate myself, but I throw it off and stand back up, I tip toe again into George's room with my pillow and blanket by my side. I shut the door and lay on his floor. Even though it's rock hard floor its so much easier to fall asleep, his snores help my ears fall asleep and him himself help my eyes, I soon pass into a deep sleep, with a smile still left on my face...