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Confrontation

Dream hates confrontation.

It started out as a joke, just a silly joke between him and George. A joke that went on for months, and they where both content with that. They both ignored the fact that maybe they didn't want it to be a joke, maybe they did want to see each other. Maybe Dream wanted to hear his friends voice right next to him, close and personal and all for him and not through a headset, and maybe George wanted to see Dreams face and see the freckles that flushed his tan skin.

So when it wasn't a joke anymore, the two of them where fine with that as well.

That's how they got here, Dream rambling nervously over the phone to Sapnap, his grip tight on his steering wheel as he sunk into his burning seat.

George would be dropped off at the airport soon, bags packed full of necessities. And he would be waiting for Dream to pick him up, for Dream to get to the airport and see him face to face for the first time ever. Waiting to move in with his best friend, living in the same house as him.

He knows he shouldn't be scared, but pulling into the parking lot and stepping outside of his car, his hands gravitated to his hair, he felt the muggy air of Florida hit his face and his stomach dropped.

"I'm nervous."

He said those words to Sapnap, the man who was currently laying on his couch with his phone lazily held up to his ear. "I know. You've said that a lot." Dream tapped his food against the ground before starting to walk towards the airport entrance.

He felt the back of his neck sweat, partly from the Florida heat while the other bit was from his nerves. "Sorry," He finally responded, looking down at his shoes.

"Don't apologize," he scoffs. "If he doesn't like it there then he'll straight up tell you, that's the kind of person George is." Dream knew his friend was right. George was the master of complaining over the smallest things, like if the weather was too hot or how on his way to the airport he got stuck in traffic.

Dream pulled open the door to the airport, letting the freezing blast of air hit his face in an instant. He breathes a sigh of relief. "I have to go, I'll text you about what happens later."

He didn't wait for a response as he hung up. He pulled up his messages with George, typing a quick Are you here yet? As he sat down on a bench.

He got a quick reply. Getting off the plane it said, heading to bagging claim in a second

He felt an unwanted feeling dig into his heart, and he shivered involuntarily. He responded with a quick and simple okay before standing up.

He'd have to scope out George among the crowd of people in the airport since George didn't know what Dream looked like. He gulped. George didn't know what he looked like. He will soon. Dream moved to the bagging claim slowly, his eyes scanning the crowd carefully.

His height gave him an advantage, scanning over the mob of people lined up, waiting to grab their bags and scurry home.

Then, he saw him. His best friend.

And he swears his heart fell to the floor.

His friend stood among the crowd, but he certainly wasn't one to blend in. Not to Dream anyways. He watched his best friend grab his bags, doe brown eyes filled with pools of exhaustion. Brown, nearly black hair swooped and messy from the long flight. Dream just stared. What was he supposed to do? Run up to him? Walk over and tap his shoulder?

He began swimming through the crowd of people, shooting a quick 'sorry' at people he bumped into as he continued to make his way to George. His eyes where glued to the boy, his heart hammering in his chest. He guessed it was out of nervousness. The next words that escaped his mouth shocked him,

"George!" That caught the brits attention for sure. His head shot up as he looked around, catching eyes with a couple of strangers. His eyes widened when he saw people looking in the direction of a man. The man that yelled his name. And holy shit, was he attractive. Blonde hair that swooped messily, yellow eyes that George could stare into for hours.

And freckles. Dream has freckles. As if in realization he dropped his suitcases, trying to squeeze through the crowd of people to make it to his best friend. He had no time to think about how he just ogled over Dream, all he thought about was how welcoming he looked, standing there in the airport.

Next thing Dream knew, he was surrounded in warmth, a pair of hands wrapped around him with a death grip.

He melted on the spot, going limp in his friends arms. He let his head rest on top of Georges, The brunette in return letting himself snug into Dreams shoulder. The hug felt strangely intimate, George letting out small puffs of air that make Dream shiver. Peoples eyes landed on them, while others just walked past them.

Dream didn't know how long they stood there, the only thing he processed was George smelled like lavender and roses. And he was so warm.

He moved his head reluctantly, looking down at George. When their eyes connected Dream was left speechless, blinking as he stared into chocolate brown pools of warmth. "Hey." He murmured, eyes dragging over his friends features.

"Hi," The brunette said in return, chuckling softly. Dreams heart fluttered in his chest. But why? Why is my heart beating so fast? It must be because I'm finally seeing him.

"I can't believe your real." George grinned, reaching his hands up to put them on Dreams face, warm hands caressing freckled cheeks. Dream felt himself grow flustered, not used to this kind of contact from anyone. "Yeah, I can't believe it either." He chuckled, putting his hands on top of George's.

They just stared at each other for a moment, Dreams hands lingering on top of George's, feeling his cheeks getting hotter and hotter under his touch. "You look tired." He suddenly said, feeling his voice waver slightly.

George soon moved his hands, slipping his hands out from under Dreams. He turned around to go pick up his luggage, turning back to Dream and giving him a soft smile. "I am. I just wanna sleep right now." He laughed, eyes growing heavier at the thought of sleep.

The whole moment felt too intimate, too real. And Dream was left thinking about it even as the two of them walked back to his car. He would have to get used to this. He would have to get used to George's voice, his face, his whole demeanor as if he was meeting him for the first time. But in reality, George was his best friend he had known for years.

But Dream wasn't expecting the reality to hit so early, he didn't expect it to crash into him as soon as he saw him in the air port. That yes, his friend is pretty cute. And he gives good hugs. And he's warm, and he smells nice.

But he's just complimenting his friend, like friends do.

Right?

The Floridian groaned to himself, throwing his head back as George gave him a strange look. "You okay?" He laughed, throwing his suit cases into Dreams car. "Couldn't be better, George." And that wasn't a lie, but he definitely ignored the fluttering in his chest.

Dream hated confrontation.