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Dream wonders just about when did he become the dumbest bitch on this planet but he will definitely blame it on the long flight and his presumptuous mind.
It was a good idea, to go visit George in London just to finally meet and see each other. It was a great idea that just went horribly awfully wrong because at first him and Sapnap got separated by overfilled flights and no clear way to travel together, so he had to spent excruciatingly long hours between strangers and with no real entertainment in the form of his best friend. Then there was the fact that even Sapnap's flight got delayed and then cancelled, so by the time Dream landed, Sapnap wasn't even on board yet. It seemed the entire universe decided to be a bitch to them.
It was supposed to be a short trip just to break the tension of seeing each other because honestly, it was getting ridiculous at this point. They have been friends for years! Years! And there was always just something stopping them from meeting up. Even now it seems.
George was waiting for him at the airport and it seemed almost surreal. His heart was beating too fast just trying to understand it, George was here, in front of him, a real person, a real entity. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, his hands reaching out, then falling when Dream stayed unmoving and kept staring. But it seemed like he decided to just go for it and one of his hands really reached out and pulled him into a half hug, his laugh bubbling in such close proximity Dream's brain short-circuited again. He still wrapped one hand around his waist and God - George was real. He was real and he was still giggling from the heightened excitement and they didn't say hello yet but Dream’s throat was constricted and he didn't think he would even be able to. He had no idea meeting George would be this excruciating.
"I can't believe I'm gonna have to go to the airport again in 12 hours like how can you mess up this badly?" his voice sounded different in the massive airport hall. It sounded different so close to his ear.
"Don't blame us, blame the airlines," Dream finally breathed out and pulled away. They were hugging for way too long anyway. His eyes were trailing over George's face and his seemed to be doing the same.
"You're annoyingly tall," he concluded and then just looked at his luggage. "Do you need any help with the bags?"
"Eh… I got it," he mumbled and that seemed to be enough because George just turned around and started walking to the entrance already rambling how he very smartly timed an Uber for them.
George's apartment was nice and spacious. It had only one bedroom but he had a big couch that could be pulled out and in the worst-case scenario he had some blow-up mattresses prepared for them. Dream slumped on the pulled-out couch as soon as he saw it, all ready with a lot of pillows and blankets.
"C’mon I put clean sheets there, you should at least shower off the plane gunk!"
So, Dream listened. He stood up and let George show him how to work the shower and stuff and definitely listened when he rambled about some food in the fridge and some call with Quackity, all while just staring into the mirror opposite them, on their reflective image, them together, next to each other, in one space, in one bathroom.
Honestly, his brain still couldn't get used to that thought.
George left him alone to stare and Dream just pulled off his clothes and stepped into the unfamiliar shower, looked over the unfamiliar scents. He heard the faint scream of Quackity's name over the walls and smiled. If he's quick enough maybe he can catch him just to startle them. Quackity definitely had no idea they were in the UK at all, they only planned to reveal that in George's cooking stream tomorrow, Sapnap would be there with him and people would freak out and Dream would just stick out a hand, wave and say hi, and they were sure to break the Internet. He was already chuckling to himself at that thought.
George's shampoo smelled nice, very fresh and minty and he used that instead of going through the effort of finding his own that was still somewhere deep in his suitcase. Stepping out with the minty feeling following him felt better than sleep at this point, George really was right, shower was the right call. He reached for one of the folded towels by the sink that George got ready for them, used one around his hips and threw the smaller one over his head as he headed out to find some clothes that he didn't just spent fucking trillion of hours in. He still could hear George talking to Quackity, they were arguing over something, excitement bubbled in Dream then and he just pulled on the first clothes he could find and then headed straight towards the voices. He only just opened the door and headed for the green screen, towel still over head as he was scrubbing the last of the water out, wide smile on his face, first words all ready to be spoken when he was immediately blinded by the studio lights and froze. George seemed to hear the door because he immediately whipped his head around in horror and then he almost broke his keyboard by smashing some keys.
"I'm streaming!" it wasn’t loud, nor angry, he was looking at Dream now with wide eyes.
"Who was that!" Quackity’s scream could be heard from his headphones. Dream looked to the second monitor and saw the chat flickering, the space where George's cam had to be just second ago. Could they see him? Did he really face reveal like this? With messy wet hair and a wrinkly t-shirt? Oh god.
"I told you I would be streaming," George seemed to ignore Quackity although Dream could see him talking on stream. Then he just sighed and rolled his eyes, turned to the computer. "That's... uhm... my friend. Sorry," George said, voice trying to settle on a tone but it seemed he was struggling. He punched some keys again and turned to him, headphones down. Dream could see Quackity laughing in the background.
"Dream, are you okay? I don't know how much they saw, I'm gonna check the footage, just... God, I don't know," it seemed he was voicing everything Dream should be thinking now. But all he could do was be still.
Even if they didn't know now, they definitely would tomorrow, when Sapnap would be here and they would connect it, the mysterious man and a seemingly faceless Dream that would not be faceless anymore. "You're such an idiot, I told you I promised Quackity to show up on his media share and that I would have my camera on so to be conscious," he threw his head back.
"What are they saying?" he asked quietly and finally found the strength to just breathe.
"Just..." he turned around watched the chat. "Who it was generally. Lol someone just said secret boyfriend revealed," George chuckled. "Go eat and I will stay for like 20 minutes and excuse myself. I'm texting Karl if he can take over," he said and Dream listened because honestly, he needed instructions now. He sat down by the kitchen island with some lasagna in front of him and instead of diving into that he dived out his phone and immediately went to twitter. George was already trending without a description just now. He saw the screenshots, tall figure just in frame, he still had the towel on his head and it was unfocused because of George's settings but he was right there, appearing from the green screen, a figure, hair darkened with water, towel on head, all casual. People were already joking about it being Dream.
Storm incoming so another 2 hours. I'm gonna murder everybody in this airport.
A message from Sapnap appeared as a sign and welcomed distraction.
I accidentally face revealed in George's stream.
WHAT
It seemed to be a minute of Sapnap presumably scrolling until a single word appeared.
Lol
Not funny. Idk what to do. Even if they don't know it’s me they're gonna know 2morrow.
We don't have to do the stream. Or just move it a few days.
They're gonna connect the dots
Well they can fuck off, if George says it was just a friend or whatever they have no reason to argue, that's on them.
We can just lie.
They're gonna know we lied when I face reveal.
Well they can fuck off then too. Idk dude.
Dream heard the repeated prolonged byeeee. George was ending.
I'm gonna talk to George about it. Stay safe text me when you board finally.
George appeared in the kitchen and just rubbed his eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"Freaking out a bit," he said and finally dived into the lasagna. It was cold but at this point he didn't even mind.
"I said it was just a friend. Some automatically said you but I guess they could have been joking.”
"I saw some screenshots, it wasn't that visible. I'm sorry I wasn't listening."
"I'm sorry. I heard the door but I thought you were just gonna scare me or something not that you were gonna show up in front of the green screen omg…"
"Yeah, I didn't think about it, I was dumb." he sighed. They just stayed like that, George with his arms around himself, worried expression, Dream silently chewing on the food.
His phone chimed again just a thousand laughing emojis from Sapnap.
George's secret boyfriend is trending looool
God there really was no way out of this.