Dream descobre que está apaixonado pelo seu melhor amigo e esses sentimentos estão o deixando maluco. Enquanto isso, George resolve fazer uma surpresa para Dream e embarca em um avião para a Flórida. -------- Os direitos autorais da capa não me pertencem, a imagem vem do Twitter de @mossybugs. --------- Eu não planejava escrever essa fic, mas as ideias foram saindo, e as palavras, e eu realmente gostei do resultado. Ainda tô trabalhando nela, talvez eu poste um capítulo toda semana, não sei, mas saibam que eu tô fazendo com muito carinho e que até agora é uma das minhas histórias preferidas entre as que eu já escrevi. Espero que vcs gostem também. Com amor, yele.

Clay's parents had an ugly divorce last Christmas, so this year he is doing everything in his power to have the best Christmas season of his and his friends lives. However, in the midst of ice skating, snowball fights, and sledding, Clay goes oblivious to his friend's longing stare on him. Started- Nov 12 Finished- December 27 -20,170 words-

Dream e George são amigos desde sempre , até uma noite Dream ter um sonho muito estranho com George. (Fic longa leia a tarde depois que voltar da escola). Todos os direitos reservados a Tbhyourealame no AO3. Isto é só uma tradução.

Go read the original one by tbhyourelame on ao3 (you can only read it if you have an ao3 account though which might take a few days )

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