《DreamNotFound One Shots》Dream's Hoodie
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George sat in Dream's apartment, eyes looking around the room. He had just arrived from England and decided he wanted to surprise dream since it has now been 7 years since they first met on Bad's server, and there was something he wanted to talk to Dream about (teehee). Dream's apartment was quite empty, in his living room he had a couch, a coffee table and a TV, in his bedroom his bed and gaming setup and there wasn't much else around the place.
He decided to get up and head to the kitchen. He opened the fridge looking for anything that seemed worthy of eating. He came across a jug of apple juice, his favourite. He searched through every cabinet of Dream's kitchen for a glass. Once he had gotten a glass, he poured the juice in it. He was about to take a sip when the apartment door slammed shut, causing him to jump spilling the juice on his blue hoodie. He turned to look at the door expecting to see Dream, but instead Sapnap was there, holding in a laugh.
"SAPNAP!" George screeched.
"Sorry Gogy," Sapnap said sarcastically, snickering.
"Now I need to get a new top," George groaned, heading towards where he had put his stuff. He pulled off the hoodie that had been drenched in apple juice. While looking through his suitcase he felt something that felt like a hoodie get dropped on his back.
"There you go!" said Sapnap. George pulled the hoodie off his back and stared at it. It was lime green, even though it looked piss yellow to him, he could tell. And it had Dream's signature smiley face on it. "Put it on! I don't see anything else in that suitcase of yours."
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George groaned and pulled the hoodie over his head and slipped his arms into the sleeves. The hoodie was big on him, only his fingertips could be seen. The hoodie smelled like pine trees, it smelled like Dream. His cheeks reddened, "Wow already flustered," teased Sapnap.
"Shut up Nick," muttered George. Sapnap took this as a sign for him to leave, he headed towards the door, winked and gave George a thumbs up.
George rolled his eyes and went to sit on the couch, scrolling through Twitter to pass the time before Dream got home.
Dream approached the door to his apartment, like every other day. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, but the moment he walked in, he noticed a cute brunette boy sitting on his couch.
"George!?" said Dream. The brunette boy looked up and moments later he was being squeezed by his best friend. "What are you doing here?"
Dream's face was quite close to his, "I-I wanted to s-surprise you," he stuttered, cheeks turning red.
"Wow, so easily flustered," laughed Dream. "And you're wearing my hoodie."
"Oh, yeah. You c-can have it back."
"No, keep it on, it looks good on you."
George cheeked got even more red, "Can we eat?"
Dream nodded and went to the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with pizza, he handed a plate to his friend. They sat on the couch eating and talking about minecraft when George said, "D-Dream can I tell you something?"
"Sure," replied Dream. "What is it? And you can call me Clay since you're here."
"I- umm, I'm," George paused. "I'm gay.."
Dream's eyes widened, "Thats great George! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
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"W-Well I didn't know until recently.."
"Ah, I see. So you met a cute boy I'd guess." he said raising an eyebrow and smirking.
George just looked up at Dream shyly, then back down and nodded.
"Well, it's not fair for you to come out without me coming out as well."
"W-what?"
"I recently discovered that I'm Bi!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah," said Dream while rubbing the back of his neck. "You wanna watch a movie?"
George nodded. Dream grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. He went on Netflix, "Anything you wanna watch?"
George shook his head, so he put on a random movie.
About after ten minutes Dream stretched his arms out and put his right arm around George (so smooth dream) who had moved slightly closer to him. George was surprised, but decided to lean his head on his friends shoulder(?).
George seemed really interested in the movie, but Dream was more focused on the beautiful boy who was resting on his shoulder. He smiled softly at him, then turned his head to watch the movie.
The movie ended and dream turned off the tv, then wrapping his second arm around George, pulling him towards his chest. George didn't resist, so Dream had assumed it was okay, but still looked at him for confirmation. They laid like that for a while, George laying down on dream, arms wrapped around him.
The lights were dim, only giving off a bit of light, which made Dream look even more beautiful to George. His dirty blonde hair looked more gold, his emerald (piss yellow heh) eyes seemed deeper, almost as if George could look into them forever. He felt warm, he felt safe with dream, he didn't want to leave.
A while later, George's breathing slowed, signifying he fell asleep. Dream shifted a little bit and he heard George mumble, "Nooo, don't leave Clay, you're so comfy~"
"George?" Dream looked at his face, his eyes were still closed, he seemed to be asleep still, that was until he got a response, "Yeah?"
"C-can we sit up? I cant feel my legs."
"Mm okay." George sat up, and so did Dream. George started to scoot towards the other end of the couch when his waist was grabbed by Dream's arms. Clay pulled George so that he was sitting on his lap. Their faces were only a few inched apart when Dream spoke, "Hey George?"
George just stared blankly at him, his mind was everywhere and he had no idea what to say.
"C-can I kiss you?" he asked, blushing softly.
"Please."
Dream placed one of his hands on the back of George's head and pressed his lip's on the brunette's. George moved his arms so that they were around Dream's shoulders and Dream gripped his waist a bit harder. They moved their lips slowly as Dream angled his head to the side. He ran his fingers through George's hair and they broke apart.
"Wow," said George, trying to catch his breath. Dream smiled softly and pecked the shorter boy's lips once more before laying down.
The end.
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