pick-up lines | dreamnotfound

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GUYS HOLY SHIT I LEFT WATTPAD FOR LIKE 5 DAYS AND CAME BACK AND THIS STORY HAS 2K VIEWS THANK YOU ALL SM!!!!

AND HOLY FUCK DONT GET ME STARTED ON WHATS HAPPENED IN THE DREAM SMP

POGTOPIA FOR THE WIN 😤✊ I WILL ALWAYS SUPPORT ANARCHY AND OVERTHROWING THE GOVERNMENT

NOW LETS START THE CHAPTER BOYS, GIRLS AND PEOPLE OF ALL GENDERS

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george waited anxiously in the airport, tapping his foot and looking around for his friend.

he wasn't sure why he was so anxious. it was just dream. it was just clay. his best bud clay. but clay was different, for some reason.
whenever he got a text from the boy something in his heart did a flip, and his chest filled with butterflies and his checks flushed.

george had never had a crush before, he didn't know what having a crush felt like ever since it happened, but we don't want to talk about that now.

george had no idea what dream even looked like, he was just standing there waiting for a tall man with dirty blonde hair to show up out of one of the terminals.

george sighed, taking out his phone and texting dream, asking if hes landed yet, because maybe george was to early?

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dreams pov

he exited the airplane, taking the hallway-type-thing out into the airport, his phone pinging after stepping out.

he walked over to an empty corner and took his mask off, being on an airplane for 8ish hours wearing a mask with all recycled air really didnt seem safe but oh well.

he got his phone out, smiling seeing that he got a text from george.

gogy <3
where are you?
did you even land yet?
am i to early?
did your plane crash?
are you dead?
dream?
clay?

me
hey gogy

gogy <3
DREAM
im waiting
are you off the plane?

me
yeah, im at terminal 4
read

seeing that george didnt respond kind of confused the younger boy, sighing and putting his phone back into his pocket and looking around.

it wasn't until he looked up when he saw a boy, about 5 inches shorter then him, with these stupid clout goggles and jeans on when he realized that that was george.

his george.

his george in real life.

was this real life?

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georges pov

i stood there, almost like my feet were glued in place when i saw him. he looked exactly like what his friends described, and had his own merch on.

what a hypocrite.

i stared at him for what felt like an eternity before he looked up, and i couldn't help myself from running forward and throwing myself into his arms.

"george!" dream smiled, picking me up by my waist and putting me on his hip.

"dream! oh my gosh! your real! your really here!" i beamed back, smiling down at him, a couple tears being shed from both of us.

"why are you crying, bubs?" dream frowned, "this is happy! im here! dreams here!" he laughed, spinning us around.

"im not sad, im happy! i just- i cant believe your actually here!" i replied while dream wiped a few of my stray tears away.

"i cant believe your here, either." dream smiled,
"my george." he whispered.

"your george."

he set me down and we both put our masks back on, starting the walk back to my car.

something nudged my hand and i noticed it was dreams, i laughed and grabbed his hand in return, linking fingers.

"your shorter in real life." dream laughed.

"fuck off!"

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im sorry i left, tbh ive just been playing amoung us and kinda forgot about wattpad, but they met!!!! aaaaa!