Absolutely, 100%, completely, not allowed. (Dream x Reader)

Chapter 4 - Just, no pickles, please.

I know I just posted chapter 3 four hours ago....I am aware. It is what it is. Anyways, here's chapter 4.

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You smiled at them. Years of friendship, and they were finally meeting in person.

When you finally caught up to them, you smiled at Dream. He was tall, quite a bit taller than you and George. Both you and George were pretty short.

Once they split, Dream smiled down at you and pulled you into a hug as well. You were shocked that he hugged you. You barely knew him, in all honesty, but it was nice. And he gave extremely good hugs.

Dream-or, you guessed that you should be calling him Clay, now that you've met him-was just as you'd imagined. Dirty blond hair that curled just a little bit at the ends, and green eyes that shined in the airport lighting. He was...devastatingly attractive.

He pulled away and you blushed, staring at the ground. Clay turned to George and waved a hand toward the exit.

"My car's out front. Let's head out. Nice hoodie, by the way. Very discrete."

You and George followed him out of the airport after grabbing your checked luggage. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove, singing a song that you didn't know. George was perched in the front seat, gazing up at the amazing buildings along the Orlando streets. You were sat in the back seat, hugging your blanket in your arms, listening to the boys chat and catch up. George spoke about the boring plane ride and the video that he spent 10 hours editing, and Clay spoke about his day.

Clay pulled up to a house, about half an hour from the airport. It wasn't anything crazy big, but you could tell that it was expensive. The neighborhood had similar houses that looked equally as expensive.

"My neighbors," Clay started as he pulled into the driveway and parked. "They came over to meet me when I moved in. I think I surprised them when I told them that it was my house. They kept asking if my parents were home."

You and George laughed.

"Understandable. What twenty one year old has a home this nice in a neighborhood like this?" George said, unbuckling and getting out of the car.

You followed the boys, and as you were grabbing your suitcase, Clay beat you to it, grabbing it before you could and leading you inside. You shook your head, rolling your eyes.

"Such a gentleman, Clay."

He bit his tongue and turned around, sending a quick wink at you before turning back around and unlocking the door.

You stared at your feet, face completely flushed. What was wrong with you? He just winked at you. Winked. No reason to get all hot and heavy over a single wink.

You and George followed Clay into the house, first through the living room, which was large and very bright, with high ceilings and white furniture. He showed you the kitchen, and then the hallway, which had three opened doors.

"Alright, so you've got three rooms to choose from. Have at it, I don't mind where you stay. Take a look in all of them if you want."

You shrugged and took a peek into the first one on the left. It had one tall window with nearly opaque white curtains. There was some art, but it wasn't decorated much at all. In front of the window was a large queen sized bed with white sheets. There was a mirror on one wall, aligned with a drawer, and a closet on the other wall. It was a cute guest room, but quite obviously not lived in.

The room across the hall was nearly identical, just flipped, and the one at the end of the hall was similar as well. You took the first one you looked in, to the left, and George took the one across the hall.