George awoke to a weight on his chest.

"Get off, you fat lump." George wheezed, coughing. He shoved Dream off his chest, and Dream grinned, clutching at his heart dramatically.

"I'm hurt, George."

George rolled his eyes, sitting up. "What did you wake me up for?"

Dream smirked. "Did I interrupt a dream of you making out with me? If so, I can help you finish that dream."

George rolled his eyes, long used to Dream's flirty and cringy jokes.

"What did you wake me up for?" George repeated, folding his arms.

"We're going to an art museum." Dream finally answered. George narrowed his eyes.

"Now, why would I need or even want to go to an art museum?"

Dream shrugged. "I have tickets. You get to hang out with me."

George pretended to think about it, and Dream pursed his lips. "Please?" He begged, bribing George with a kiss to the temple.

George rolled his eyes. "Yes, you dork. Now, give me another kiss."

Dream laughed and leaned down, giving George a quick peck, but George wrapped his arms around Dream's neck, deepening the kiss. Dream groaned.

"Come on, we've got to be there at 8." Dream broke away, panting slightly. George smirked.

"Am I too distracting for you, Dream?" He teased. Dream rolled his eyes, stepping away from the bed.

"Just get changed, dork." Dream left the bedroom, leaving George to chuckle quietly with himself, dressing in a casual hoodie and sweatpants. He exited the bedroom and padded into the bathroom, washing up before entering the kitchen.

There, Dream was scrolling his phone while slouching over the table, and looked up when he heard George enter. Dream flashed George a brief smile.

"Hey." George greeted Dream, pressing a short kiss onto Dream's cheek. "Did you make me anything?"

"Go make yourself something, lazy ass." Dream snorted, waving his hand at the kitchen.

George pursed his lips, pouting. "You wound me, Dream." He stalked off mockingly while Dream looked up and watched amusedly.

"Just eat something. I'm not having you pass out or something in my arms while we gaze upon wonderful creative art that deserves to be appreciated. Although that might be pretty romantic." Dream commented.

George rolled his eyes. "Your taste in romantic fantasies are questionable. I might need to change that."

"I would quite enjoy that." Dream replied shortly, the edge of his mouth quirking up slightly and a twinkle in his eye. George took a moment to drink in Dream's cute expression before he snapped out of his reverie.

"That was cute." George commented before turning around and rummaging through the fridge. He picked out some cereal.

"You mean, that was hot." Dream corrected George.

"No, I meant it was cute. You're cute. Hot? Not so much."

"Ouch. That one stung."

"Cry, baby, cry." George sang mockingly, pouring some milk over his cereal.

"I like it when you call me baby, but we might want to save the nicknames for the bedroom."

George was silent for a while. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"You did." Dream confirmed.

George sighed. "Oh, well."

"You mean, oh, yes?"

"Shut up."

Dream snickered, and George rolled his eyes.

-

George pulled up to the address Dream had directed him to. He looked down at his phone then up at the dingy two story building that stood in front of them.

"Are you sure this is the right address?" George asked.

Dream snatched George's phone from his hand and squinted at it. He nodded. "I'm sure."

George was silent for a moment, taking in the underwhelming grey, chipping paint and yellowing lawn. "This doesn't look like an art museum."

"I lied. It's a friend's gallery. She invited me to take a look before she opens it to the public." Dream told George before clambering out of the car.

George hesitated. "Are you sure she's okay with me coming?"

Dream shrugged. "If she's not okay with you coming, then I'm not coming either."

George bit his lip. "I don't want to intrude on some sort of old friend reunion." He confessed. "Are you sure sure?"

"Yes, George, I'm sure sure." Dream answered, slightly exasperated. "Come on, let's go."

George hesitated for a little bit longer, then got out of the car, shutting the door and locking it. Dream extended his hand, and George took it, intertwining their fingers. They marched up the grey path and pushed the door open hesitantly. A doorbell jingled, and before long, a redheaded woman approached the door.

"Sydney! I think it's them!" The redhead called behind her. After a couple of moments, a dark haired woman rushed to the door, who must've been Sydney.

"Clay? I haven't seen you in a long time!" She exclaimed. "How have you been doing? Got a girlfriend? Who's this?"

"Ah." Dream scratched his head. "About that. Um, I'm bi."

Sydney paused for a moment, confused, and the silence stretched until it became unbearable. "Bi as in... bisexual?" She asked in confirmation.

"Yeah. And this is my boyfriend, George."

Sydney's gaze fell down to their interlaced hands, and her eyes widened in realization. "That's cool! Come on in." She beamed.

George noticed how Dream's shoulders relaxed and his grip became not so tense, and George felt relieved. Mostly because Dream's friend Sydney was accepting, but also because he finally regained circulation to his fingers. Dream's grip could be really tight.

Dream tugged George along, and they entered the small building. Inside, there was a small area with a large desk, which was probably going to serve as a sort of receptionist area for their future visitors.

Inside, the building seemed much more lively. The walls were splashed in brilliant colors that clashed and weaved with each other. Sydney ushered them past the desk, up some stairs, and then it opened up into a larger room, lined with various paintings and photographs.

Dream smiled at Sydney. "They look great!"

Sydney beamed. "Thanks. You guys can look around on your own, but if you need me, I'll be in the next room. That's my studio."

With that, she disappeared from the room, and they were left on their own.

"You don't reckon the walls are soundproof?" Dream mused. "This might prove for some nice scenery and a nice... adventure."

George gave Dream the side-eye. "The walls are definitely not soundproof, and we're not going to... do stuff in an art gallery. Definitely not your friend's art gallery that hasn't even opened to the public yet."

"But that's my point, though. It's not open to the public, which means that we have absolute privacy." Dream argued. George rolled his eyes.

"No." He said, tone final.

Dream whined, but George paid it no mind, tugging Dream along to inspect the different artworks that lined the walls. There were a couple of photos of natural scenery, and there were a couple of interesting ones that caught George's eye. Dream mostly complained and made sexual innuendos whenever the opportunity presented itself, even though this was literally his friend's art gallery that he had agreed to go visit.

After around thirty minutes of complaining, George got annoyed by Dream's desperate pleas for a kiss, and finally gave in.

"One kiss. One kiss only." George warned.

Dream merely smirked, satisfied that George had given in. "Whatever you say, big man."

"Do not call me that again." George muttered before leaning to give Dream a quick peck, which Dream obviously took advantage of. The innocent kiss heated into a makeout session, and soon Dream was tugging at the hem of George's shirt.

"Hey, Sydney, are you in- oh."

George broke away, embarrassed. Dream had obviously been groping around in George's shirt, and it was all wrinkled. Sydney's redhead friend was standing in the doorway, a flush on her cheeks.

"Sorry, I thought- Sydney- I- sorry, I'll leave." The redheaded woman stammered before practically fleeing from the doorway.

Dream looked at George, and George looked back at Dream. Suddenly, they both burst out into laughter, and the world seemed to fade away for a few moments. Just George and just Dream, just two boys who were madly in love living their best life on the second floor of a building in the middle of nowhere with a million possibilities going forward, and a one in a million match found in each other.

A/N: That ending was so bad but I just needed to finish it cuz I haven't updated in forever and I promised to come back when I finished my other book so ye :>