George and Dream have been friends for years now, yet have never met. When George makes the decision to fly across the world to visit Dream and their best friends, something happens that the pair could have never prepared themselves for. will probably include nsfw! i will include any other content such as triggers (if any) as i keep writing! enjoy :] *disclaimer* dnf has said they're okay with shipping and i would not be writing this if they weren't. it's an alternative reality that has nothing to do with their actual relationship or sexualities!*

This is a start for a second book to my first book, "just a party?" :). Basically it's starts off a year or a couple months after George left (still deciding the date), and they plan on letting George move in after another year :). (This might be a never ending book, basically a one shot BUT idk)

OLD STORY NAME: Just Friends? George and Dream fall in love but when confessing to the internet, they face some problems.

DC--- This is the sequel to Heatwaves tbhyourelame summary: After years of online calls, late night texting, and out of sync sleep schedules, Sapnap and George finally visit Florida. Dream's aspiration to truly know himself is met with the return of missed chances, and uncertainty. Placed in the dead center of his humid, overwhelming life, he and George are bound to confront the inevitable. "Has it rained?" George asks suddenly. Dream's thoughts snap away from the drifting green and cloudless sky, returning to earth once more. His lips part in silence. George's voice was soft when he'd uttered the words, and for a reason he cannot place, Dream finds himself glancing to the back of Sapnap's head before responding, "Since...summer?"

One day George just stopped answering calls, appearing online, completely gone off the face of social media. His friends left confused and hurt, angry even. Dream moves on, five years later though he begins to see 'George' everywhere he goes, whenever he's out in public. At first he thinks it's a joke of some sort, until it all gets too real. Art credits : shtbexan

"Which one would be you?" George asks after a moment of silence. "I'm not sure. I think I would be Poseidon." "Who is that?" "I guess you'll have to keep reading." "Who would be I?" Cleito. You would be Cleito.