It's one thing flying out to another country and spending a week in your best friend's home, but it's another thing if you're in love with said best friend. That's a whole different story, but luckily, that's what this story is about. -------- Cross-posted from AO3 under the same account name. My friend Pi drew the cover for me and I'm so blessed!!! Please check them out on Tumblr: https://prettyinaccurate.tumblr.com/ and/or Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/prettyinaccurate/

Dream (Clay) and GeorgeNotFound (George) being more than homies. Guys being dudes, homies being homos, all that fun stuff. Adult language is used so proceed with caution, but nothing very upsetting beyond that. Sort of making this up as I go but it'll be a fun time. No au, normal YouTubers 🤙

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals

Dream was never one to long for something unattainable, so when he realized he was absentmindedly reaching for the one thing he thought to be entirely out of his grasp, it felt like his whole world was caving in. Every bit of rubble and debris aimed directly at the newfound target on his heart. The only escape from his now dissolving reality is a song. He plays it on loop, hopelessly hacking away at the invisible chains which entrap and strangle his wounded heart. Little did he know, George, whom Dream thought to be the most unlikely person to reciprocate his feelings, was buried in the wreckage and suffocating in it long before he even realized his world was crumbling. Can the two of them save themselves from the tragedy that has shook their worlds, minds and hearts called "love" or fall victim to the infamous void that consumes every shred of hope in its path called "misunderstandings"... (A/N: in this story, while george IS colorblind I'll probably still describe colors even in his POV but just.. dont mind that ahah)