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chapter | 19

The car ride went better than expected- Skeppy really only trolled them once, and that was claiming that the car was flying off into the ocean. Dream knew it was a joke from the start, but something about George's panic stricken expression tht made him play along.

The nostalgia that flowed through the blond's system was thrilling, the thrum of the past no longer a burden but rather a blessing, in some ways.

He had been afraid of going home for so long, in fear that the sights would be too much, or he would run into someone that made his deepest fears arrise to the surface. It was terrifying like that.

George glanced over from beside him, slipping a hand into his and squeezing slightly. The reassurance was all Clay needed to sit a little straighter.

"Dream, where did you want us to drop you off?" Bad asked politely from the drivers seat, glancing at the street signs as they departed from the highway. "Did you guys have plans already?"

Dream shared a glance with George, full of unspoken words. "I'll stay over with George for tonight, I think. Don't want to be a burden on you guys."

Bad agreed with a nod, however, went on rambling about how he was welcome anytime, and they had a spare room when he needed it.

George lived in a dorm off campus, nearby to Bad and Skeppy's but close to his old neighborhood. He claimed he wasn't into the quote unquote "party scene" and didn't see the need in staying on campus.

It was a nice little place, enough to substain two people as long as they shared a bed (which, mind you, wouldn't be completely of issue). Something about it spelled home, but they always said where the heart is was home.

"I'm tired," George said first thing as they cruised through the door, leaving his suitcases strewn in the living room, which consisted of one tiny couch. "We can go visit my parents tomorrow," he fought through a yawn and led the way down the hall, mumbling out useful locations such as the bathroom.

"Thanks," Dream offered, but the brunette was completely and utterly out of it as he barely had the motivation to brush his teeth and plop into bed.

Clay followed shortly afterwards, nestling into the sheets that completely smelled like George. Not to mention, the boy was laying there too, blinking blearily. "Goodnight."

Dream hummed softly, shifting so his body was pressed against the other's. "Goodnight, Gogy."

George made some sort of an annoyed grumble, but he was much too exhausted and comfortable in his boyfriend's arms to truly complain.

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"So, uh, this is-"

"Clay!"

George's mother crossed the room to peer at the blond evenly, her brown eyes identical to her son's and filled with the same lingering curiosity and burning compassion. Judging by the stone like expression on his father's face, Clay would hazard a guess he got his cheery nature from his mother.

George nodded, keeping his gaze glued to the floor, letting his parents stalk Dream like prey and not really offering him a way out. Not like Dream minded, being able to take compliments in stride and fire some back naturally, leaving George evermore glad that Clay was his boyfriend.

"I'm so glad you boys are together again," his mother mused. "You were both too darn cute-"

"Darling," George's father interrupted, "you're scaring them."

"Sorry," she smiled, not sorry whatsoever. Dream wheezed and threw an arm around George's shoulder, which only made George's mother's grin wider. "Why don't you invite your own folks over for dinner tonight? If they don't have plans, of course," she gestured to the table, large enough to sit an entire family reunion if they truly tried.