George gets a text from a unknown number, he's scared at first but soon him and the unknown person become more and more of friends

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?"

"You did good." Oh god his accent. "I don't think I've seen you race that well before." Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. "You've come to my races before?" - Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags. - Accelerate was a written collab by @isntitcrazy and @honkdaddyy. Both of us do not want this to be reuploaded anywhere, and especially not here. We weren't going to upload Accelerate to Wattpad in the first place but people went against both of our boundaries and uploaded it anyway. If you see any fics of Accelerate that aren't from this account, please report them. There is NSFW in it.

The story is not by me, it's originally by astr0nomika I decided to re-upload it here so that everyone could read it due to the situation that the fanfic has been taken down in GoodReads I took the risks to upload this, so please don't report, if anybody suggests I take it down, I will. This is a DNF fanfic, if you don't want to read it, please just pass. Side note: This is just a fanfiction, do not believe any of the events from this fanfic is from real-life events because it's not.

flowers from 1970 was sad, but this can help you to recover! George Davidson finds it hard to recover, months and months alone, bored, nothing to do. George has an idea to get his mind off things, he had been wanting to get out of the house, go on a walk, do some sketching like he used to do as a kid with his mother at the park. As he is walking down the street capturing the best qualities of the town, he encounters a tall, dirty-blonde man who looks like he is from the 70s