Georgenotfound was one of the most popular YouTubers at this time. His best friends by his side also growing in fame. When he is forced to spend Christmas alone, his friend Dream allows him to come visit. When things start to get a little strange wh...
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A best friends love
George left today, he felt ill to his stomach or maybe that was just the nerves. George got a taxi, which would take him to the airport. He watched the buildings and businesses go by as the taxi drove to the airport. The sun was rising from the east, and people were getting up and leaving to do things for the day. A few minutes later George found himself in a taxi in front of the Airport. George opened the door, grabbing his bag from the car he attempted to talk himself out of doing what he was doing. He did, the thought of meeting Dream and his family for the first time in his life. George took a deep breath and walked into the Airport.
For the time being, Clay was driving to his parent's house. He had arranged where he could stay there for a bit to spend time with his family and well could tell them that George would be spending Christmas with them. Clay opened the door to the house, his backpack in hand. "Clay!" His mom was happy to see him after a while of not being able to, "Hi mom, " Clay hugged his mom and glanced at his little sister "Well hello there Miss.Famous." Clay shot a sweet smile to his little sister. "More famous than you." Drista laughed at her brothers hurt expression, "Okay you two, be nice." Clay heard his dad from the other room, "Hey, mom?" Clay spoke up, "Yes?" His mother placed her cup of coffee down on the side table, her legs crossed on the couch,
"We get to meet George?" Drista spoke up in the silence, "Mhm," Clay hummed in response, "It's fine by me," His mom said leaning into the cushioned chair. "Really?" Clays eye's widened, so did his fathers, "No-" Clay's father started but was cut off by his mothers glare, "Yeah, it's fine. We wouldn't want him spending Christmas alone. When will he be here?" "Uh, later today?" Clays voice became higher, "I guess we should get cleaning," Drista groaned at her mom's input.
George was tired but ordered a coffee on the plane so he hoped the coffee would kick in some time. He spent most of the time editing videos, with goals to finish and upload one. Though, he got kind of bored after 3 hours of editing. Taking a sip of his coffee, when a lady came over the intercom, "We will be arriving shortly, please buckle." George did as he was told, placing the coffee into a cup holder. He was getting more anxious now, he messed around with the light grey sleeves of his shirt. Trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. He felt like a middle school girl when their crush talked to them. Though for George every-time he thought of middle school he cringed, he did not like those years. George felt the plane hit the ground, making him sit up more in his seat. George felt the plane hit the ground, making him sit up more in his seat. The plane started slowing down, at some point coming to a stop. George waited until the pathway of the plane wasn't as crowded. He didn't want to see Dream but he did, he wanted to feel him, to hug him. Seeing his face for the first time, might make him feel different. How would he know though, he had never seen him before in his life. The plane was almost empty when he got off, he stood outside the gate. Contemplating what to do next, he walked to the luggage pickup area. The luggage bags circled, finding their rightful owners. Though to George, they all looked extremely similar to each other. He was arguing with himself for not buying a blue suitcase, George softly laughed at himself for not stressing over it.
"Move, Clay!" Drista pushed him out her way. "What was that for?!" Clay closed the door he had opened for her "Be nice you two." His mom commented for the second time today, Clay's father came out of the other car. "I was! He was in my way." Drista rolled her eyes being completely blunt with her mom, "Let's head inside, the boy is probably waiting on us." Clay's dad swirled their keys around his fingers then put them in his pocket. The family started walking toward the entrance of the Airport, ever sense Clay paid for the ticket he felt confident about meeting George but this confidence was going down the closer they got to the entrance. Clay felt a nudge against his arm when he looked down; his younger sister smiled at him. In which he returned.
They walked into the extremely crowded building, they look at the signs that we're connected to the roof telling them where to go. "Section A2, he's probably in luggage." Clay looked at the information on his phone, "So it's over there" It was hard for him to hear his mom but he still could hear her. He looked over in the direction of where she was pointing, and they all headed there. Pushing past the horribly loud people was a struggle but once he did he saw a brown-headed boy next to luggage. Though it was just any boy, not to him.
