When George went home, he couldn't stop fucking squealing.

He pushed his door open with a wide grin on his face and pressed his very own copy of 'Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix to his chest, his pupils blown wide, his cheeks blushing red, and his mind going through the moments that happened just 15 minutes ago.

Tommy was slumped on his sofa, looking at his phone, probably scrolling through twitter. He looked up when he heard the door shut, and George absentmindedly locked the door.

"Oh. Hey Gogs." Tommy greeted. George didn't reply, and had that lovesick smile on his face that Tommy cocked a brow at.

He left without a single word and only then did Tommy call, "Will! I think there's something wrong with gogy!"

The way their apartment worked was that one would walk through the door that leads inside and would be greeted to the kitchen on the left and the living room on the right. At the end of the sofa there was a door, and a corridor, that led to five rooms, one being the bathroom, and the others being their rooms.

They had an extra room because Tubbo usually came over and crashed at theirs, so they kept a room ready for him just in case.

Wilbur didn't respond to Tommy's claim. Cursing under his breath, he got up, and headed down their corridor, first knocking at George's door.

"Yeah?" A voice rang out and Tommy pushed the door open and saw George, cradled up on the edge of his bed with the same book in his grip and the same, lovesick, charlie brown esc smile riddled on his face, as if it was drawn like a sgwigly line.

"What the fuck's gotten into you?" He asked and left the door ajar, coming around George's bed and flopping on it so he faced Gogy with his arms dangling.

"Who's gotten into what- Oh, hey guys." Wilbur greeted and leaned on the doorway with a small smile riddled onto his face. Tommy's mouth went wide.

"Oh, so when I call you, you don't answer but when it comes to Gogs, you answer?! You motherfucker."

"Language, Tommy. You know, kids these days- Swearing like we're from the 50's." Wilbur shook his head and ignored Tommy's yells of protest.

"You motherfucker, I'll show you who's a child when I hit you so hard, you can't-"

"Try." A grin formed on Will's face. "I dare you."

Tommy jumped at the opportunity but at no time at all, Wilbur was sitting criss crossed on his back, trapping Tommy like a lobster in a cage. The child kicked and tried to hit Wilbur but nothing worked. "So. How was the library today, Gogs? Meet any of those nasty gremlins, 'cause I think one found his way here-"

"Hey!" Tommy protested. For once, George looked up from his book and rolled his eyes. "Their not gremlins, Will. Their nice kids."

"Yeah, some of them-" Wilbur glared at Tommy, who stuck his tongue out. Wilbur snarled mockingly at him from where he sat, however both their attentions were taken away and onto George when he began to speak.

"Well- Something did happen." George blushed when he head an 'ooo' coming from Will, as if they were in a teenage girl's sleepover.

"Shut up." George muttered, and looked away from the two. "I saw him."

Silence met his words, and George bit his tongue to forget about all the dumb thoughts that seethed their way through his mind.

"Your gonna have to be more specific, Gogs, there's a lot of him's walking about." George rolled his eyes and finally had enough courage to face his friends before looking away again.

"I saw Dream."

Tommy gasped uncontrollably and Wilbur's mouth fell, "Oh my gosh- YOU SAW HIM! THE GUY OF YOUR DREAMS, THE BEST MAN IN ALL THE LANDS, DRE-"

"Shut up." George deadpanned and Wilbur began to laugh. Tommy didn't reply. "Actually, I did! I saw him."

"Yeah right, like Dream just so happened to wander into your library like no man's business and sweep you off your feet-"

"D'you think he's fallen asleep at work, dreamin' about all this?" Tommy pitched in and Wilbur laughed, clutching his stomach to try to keep himself still.

George rolled his eyes and patted his pocket, taking out his phone. "Screw you guys, I'm texting Tubbo. At least, he'll believe me."

"Nah mate, don't be like that! Go on, go on, I'm all ears. Tell us what happened." Wilbur grinned wickedly and George plaid with the strings of his hoodie.

"I walked in, went to the fantasy section and he was just there, next to the Percy Jackson books, and then we just talked." George explained quietly.

He had a feeling Wilbur was believing it less and less as time went on. "Yeah, like you could keep a conversation with Dream. You can barely stop drooling when you look at him online-"

"Will!" George whined and for once, Tommy stepped in, and spoke the most sensible words that the two had ever heard a child say.

"I believe him. George's good when it comes to books, he forgets about everything when he's really into it." Tommy pitched and smiled smugly when silence fell once more.

Wilbur and George paused for a moment.

"That's....true." Wilbur clicked his tongue and gazed back at George, who stared at Tommy. "Well- Go on then. What was he like?"

"Oh- well...he was- nice. Nicer then I thought he'd be, to be honest. When I first saw him, I kinda froze but, after that it was kinda easy to talk with him."

Wilbur's mouth fell open as he gazed into George's eyes. The brunette began to get rather worried all of a sudden. "What?!"

"I never expected Dream of all people to be a huge nerd." Wilbur spat, and George let out a 'hey!' in protest.

Wilbur, Tommy and the rest of their gang had to sit and watch as George obsessed over this dumb boy band. Nikki was the only one truly into them, while Tubbo stood back for support, Tommy had no opinion, and Wilbur stuck his tongue out at the concept.

But in truth, they didn't really mind. They thought it quite endearing that the dedication of this man towards that band was rather phenomenal.

And the rest weren't ones to speak- Nikki obsessed over the band with George, Tubbo was a South Park fanboy, Tommy was too into minecraft and Wilbur? Well- he was to into poetry. That's how he met George, back in the day, when he turned to get a book off the shelf and the smaller bumped into him.

"Speak for yourself, mister I LOVE EDGER ALLAN POE." George retaliated, with an evil grin forming on his face.

"Your the fan, who stares at him whenever we watch his dumb interviews with that band of his." George gasped at his words and turreted into the air.

"Oh- You Prick!" But it only made Wilbur fall into the deepest pits of laughter.

Tommy started shifting under Will's weight once again and George felt a pant of sympathy for the young lad. "Will, let him go, he's had enough."

Tommy's eyes shone with a silent thank you and with a small smile, George said 'your welcome'. Wilbur looked to George and then to Tommy, slowly getting up and giving Tommy a hand. "Get up, big man."

Tommy gasped at the words and took Wilbur's hand with that large, toothy grin of his. Little did he know, Toms's mind was stirring, and he was quick in what he did.

In no time at all, a pillow was whacked across Wilbur's face, making him blink uncontrollably. Tommy hit him again, but this time, Wilbur pulled the pillow away and grinned wickedly. Oh, your on."

Defenceless, Tommy was quick to hide next to Gogy, clinging on his arm with a small shriek. "Gogy! You can't hurt Gogy!" He yelled and Wilbur finally stopped his threatening stroll to beat Tommy to death.

He grumbled quietly and dropped the pillow, making George burst out laughing at their antics. Tommy stuck his tongue out at Will, and Will didn't do anything in response.

He was too old for child play.

George stopped laughing after a time and a small smile rested on his face. "D'you think you'll see him again?" Tommy asked, now having moved away from George and to his bed, where Wilbur squinted his eyes at him.

"Probably not. It's really unlikely." George replied with a hint of longing in his tone, but with one look at his friends he knew they didn't catch it.

An awkward pause delved into the atmosphere of the room. Wilbur clapped and all that was building up was lost, only to be brought up again when he asked, "Movie night?"

"Yes!" Tommy yelled, jumping off of the bed and running off to the living room. "I get to pick!" He said, and disappeared.

"We're not watching Breaking bad again!" He called and heard a whine coming from the lone boy. George chuckled and stood up, coming to stand beside Will.

"I'll text the gang. They'll probably come along." Wilbur notified him and George pushed his hands in the air. "Woo, movie night!"

And all that had occurred was lost in the most of laughter and friendship, thoughts slipping from their minds to create one perfect afternoon where they were allowed to be themselves.

It was home.