polaroid angel - dreamnotfound

˖⋆࿐໋₊ 𝘴𝘪𝘹

i almost dance my way out of the elevator on the the first floor. carlos' words have made my entire day. not only is the chance of dream working here really high, i'm also gonna be able to interact with him a whole lot more now. i don't care if i'm acting like a childish, lovestruck idiot, cause at least i'm happy. really really happy. my life has seriously taken a positive turn, completely out of nowhere.

it's barely past noon, yet i'm already on my way home. no more photoshoots today, and no more paperwork either. it's a rare occurence, but when it does happen it's a fucking party. i don't hate my job, not at all, but who complains about some extra free time? not me at least.

the doors to freedom slide open and i step out onto the sidewalk full of people. the hot air hits me like a truck, sun shining brightly in my face. inside the air con is always on full blast, but out here you're stuck sweating bullets until you get home. these dress pants don't breathe at all. god, i hate them. it's in moments like these that i miss my drawer full of skirts the most. pants are a devil's curse. why can't everyone just wear skirts instead? if it's cold, wear a longer, thicker skirt. it's simple. they're perfect for every weather.

i'm about to make a left turn to get to the metro station when someone suddenly calls my name.

"george!"

i spin around to try and locate the source of the sound. that voice is all too familiar. a group of people push past me who's stopped in the middle of crowded street. i swear, clogging up the flow is punishable by death in new york. the man who's been trying to grab my attention starts waving his hand. oh my god. and as if i thought this day couldn't get any better.

it's dream, on a smoke break. he's leaning against the wall of the building next door. a huge smile creeps upon my lips as i waltz over to him.

"hi," he chuckles, "didn't think i'd see you here."
"i work here, dumbass," i giggle, lightly slapping his arm, "and i've heard you will soon too."
"yeah, i just had an interview actually."

"you know, i might've put in a good word with my boss."
"you did?" he wonders, grinning as he takes a drag, "that's so sweet of you. c'mere, give me a hug, honey."

butterflies flood my stomach as he pulls me into his arms. i don't hesitate to hug him back. he makes me feel so safe, so disconnected from the rest of the world when he holds me. it only lasts for a few, brief seconds, but long enough to mesmerize me.

"you look unhappy in those boring clothes."
"i fucking hate them," i groan, "i'm literally going straight home to change."
"mind if i follow you?"
"huh?"

what the fuck.

"yeah, i could drive you home if you want. i'm free right now," he smirks at me, who's anxiously fiddling with my brown strands of hair.
"u-uhm, i mean, sure, if it's not a bother."
"great! my car is just on the other side of the building, follow me."

he grips my small wrist in his much bigger hand, dragging me away from the wall we were leaning against. i lose my breath at his sudden touch. oh my god. i swear, this guy knows exactly what he's doing. he knows what he's doing to me, and he likes it.

when we've walked down the alleyway leading to the parking lots, dream pulls his car keys out of his pocket. i catch a glimpse of the logo on the remote. bmw. of course he would drive a bmw. what else? an old toyota corolla? definitely not.

i'm still wondering how the hell i ended up befriending such a rich person. to me, the upper class have always been snarky and rude, but dream is nothing like that. he might be a little cold, and a little void of emotion sometimes, but rude? never. he's actually very sweet beneath that serious shell of his.

he presses the button to unlock it, making the headlights of a really nice black bmw blink and light up. it's parked amidst a sea of other expensive-looking cars. i wish i could have luxury like this, but i know it's just a distant dream. especially considering i don't even have my drivers license yet.

"hop in," he motions, opening the door on the passenger side for me.
"thank you," i blush at his kind action.

i didn't think i could enjoy being treated like a lady this much. but clearly, i am. maybe it's only because it's dream who's doing it. cause i seem to adore absolutely everything he does. from the way he occasionally flips his curly hair, to the way he takes my hand and looks into my eyes when he compliments me. i'm crushing on him like a teenage girl. sigh.

he gets into the drivers seat, fastening his seatbelt before starting the engine.
"alright, just give me directions as we go."

i nod, peering out the window to hide my huge, stupid grin. we're actually going to my place. i'm gonna show the one and only dream around my apartment. hopefully he isn't disappointed. oh god, i didn't even think about that. why did i start thinking about that? what if he thinks i'm pathetic for having such a small apartment? shit. okay, breathe. no time to worry about that now. just enjoy the free ride.

"turn right out of here, and onto the main street," i explain, "then just follow that for a while. it's like a ten minute drive."

he wordlessly follows my instructions. normally i would find silence like this awkward, but now it's almost fitting. i still need time to digest the fact that i'll have dream standing in the middle of my home soon. what will we even do? is he actually going to follow me up or did he just offer me a ride? everything's gnawing on me, yet i'm still feeling comfortable, sitting right next to him as he drives.

minutes pass. we stop for a while at a red light by a huge intersection. i don't notice dream gazing at me until he contently sighs. his beautiful green eyes are half-lidded, his lips curved up into a slight smile.

"what?" i giggle.
"just admiring the view."