"You can't tell me we're stuck here.", George said, after the car had died on them in the middle of the woods.

Their camping trip was pretty much ruined.

"Yeah, I guess so.", Dream said, closing the hood and falling back into the drivers seat.

"I thought it just got checked", George replied, groaning, "Trip, ruined."

"I mean we can still do our camping thing, we'll just have to walk to the campsite.", Dream replied, trying to be the rational, positive voice, "Or we can just stay here and I dunno... Talk?"

"Talk? After the car broke down, that you were supposed to get checked before this trip into the middle of nowhere?", George asked, suddenly angry. This was Dreams fault. Yeah! Yeah, it was all Dreams fault!

He had all right to be angry!

"George, this isn't the end of the world, I'll just call the people that deal with stuff like this and we'll be ready to go again.", Dream said, gently placing a hand on Georges shoulder as if that would help him cool down. Harshly George pushed it off, turned to the window and crossed his arms.

"Really? You're acting like that, now?"

George didn't reply and Dream sighed, clearly getting frustrated.

"You know what, I'll call the support now and in that time you can decide if you wanna be a baby or an adult."

With those words Dream took his phone and got out of the car, slamming the door shut.

He dialed the number of his support company and soon got greeted by a quickly repeating beeping noise. He looked at his phone and he would've instantly loved to throw it against a tree.

He had no signal. Of course he had no signal. Why would he?

He leaned his head back, groaned in frustration. Now he was sitting in the middle of nowhere, with a car that broke down, a phone with no signal and his best friend that decided to be a bitch.

Wonderful. Awesome.

He opened the car door again, sat down silently. George gave him a glance over his shoulder, waited, but didn't get a reply.

"What did they say?" "Oh, now you talk to me?", Dream hissed, before taking a deep breath, collecting himself, "Sorry. Just really frustrated. I don't have a signal."

"So we're stuck-stuck?", George asked, looking over at Dream who focused on the dust particles in the air that were just about visible in the light of the setting sun.

He nodded. "At least till tomorrow. We can't walk around in the dark."

George sighed and Dream looked over at him. "I'm sorry.", he said, "I really wanted us to have a nice weekend trip. Please, don't be mad." George turned to face him, saw Dream sit there with tears in his eyes.

"Hey, it's okay. Don't worry", George quickly said and Dream swallowed. "I just wanted this to go well, just a nice weekend with my favourite person.", Dream leaned his head back against the seat, laughed sarcastically, "But not even that works out, huh?"

"I'm your favourite person?", George asked with a smile tugging on his lips.

Dream turned his head, to look at him and gave him a tired smile. "Of course you are."

For a second they looked at each other in silence, before Dream asked: "Does that make you happy?"

George looked down at his hands, huffed. "No", he said, trying not to smile the way he did.

Dream chuckled. "Oh, so I should pick someone else to be my favourite person?"

"No, I like to have myself an admirer.", George said and Dream smiled.

"Well, I definitely do admire you, so might as well call it that", he said and George giggled.

"Oh yeah? What even is to be admired about me?"

"That's actually a question?"

"Yeah, yeah it is.", George replied and Dream shook his head.

"Well, you're really funny and I think your accent is adorable. You always try to help, even when you have problems of your own.", Dream said, "And you're beautiful. Insanely beautiful."

George looked into Dreams eyes, couldn't find a single hint that might have indicated him lying. "I'm beautiful to you?"

"Yes", Dream whispered, leaning forward to place a hand on Georges cheek, "You look like a renaissance painting and if I could I'd never stop looking at you."

"You sound like you're in love", George whispered, leaning in himself just a little more. Dream looked him up and down, debating with himself whether or not he could put their friendship on the line, before he replied: "Maybe I am"

George held his breath, one hand coming up to Dreams chest, slowly running up to his shoulder. His eyes fluttered close and with a shaking voice, he whispered: "If you don't kiss me now, I'll hate you forever."

He trembled with anticipation, until he finally felt Dreams lips touching his.

Once, twice and then the blonde pulled away.

George didn't open his eyes, just held Dreams face in his hands, kept him so close the tips of their noses touched.

And then he licked over Dreams lips with the tip of his tongue, pressed another kiss to them.

He felt Dreams tongue hot and wet against his own, melted at the way the blonde pulled him closer around his waist.

He tasted like cookie dough and sunshine.

Like cold coca cola on a summer afternoon.

Like love confessions in the middle of nowhere.