Alright, so this is my first time writing dnf so lets see how this goes
But enjoy! If people like this enough I'll write some more oneshots :)
3rd Person P.O.V.
George fidgeted with his hoodie strings, lost in thought. Dream was visiting London for a week, and George wanted everything to be perfect. After all, he sorta-kinda-maybe had a tiny crush on the streamer.
George glanced around his home, where not a thing was out of place. He had spent nearly three hours cleaning it up earlier, because Dream was going to be in his house.
His phone buzzed, a text from Dream asking to pick him up at the airport. George swallowed, taking a deep breath. This was it, he would finally get to meet the man he had been crushing on for months.
Nodding determinedly, George drove to the airport, only then realizing he had no idea who to look for. I mean, he was looking for Dream, but... George didn't really know what he looked like. All he had to go off of was a short description- blond hair, extremely tall, and emerald green eyes.
He stood in the airport, keeping his head down and focused on his phone screen. He was about to text Dream asking where he was when-
"George?" A familiar voice rang out against the chatter of the crowd. The brunette looked up, wide eyed.
"Dream...?" The man standing before him was incredibly handsome, with fluffy blond hair and eyes that George assumed were green (although he saw them as piss yellow). Not to mention how tall he was, towering over George by a good 5-6 inches. He had a wide grin, showing off a smile that set of the butterflies in George's stomach.
"Please, call me Clay. I'm so glad to finally meet you!" Drea- Clay wrapped his arms around George, picking the smaller man up with ease.
"Clay! Agh, put me down!" George's feet once again made contact with the ground, a light dusting of hazy pink covering his nose and cheeks. Clay just chuckled, that wheezy laugh that George had heard time and time again during their streams.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed," he smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. George just blushed harder, quickly grabbing Clay's hand to drag him to the parking lot. When they got to George's car, Clay put his suitcase in the trunk before walking up to what he thought was the passenger side.
"Try again!" George giggled, noting the light flush to Clay's cheeks as he hurried around to the other side. "Welcome to England," the brunette grinned.
"I forgot that your cars are all backwards!" The taller man exclaimed, defending his mix-up. George just shook his head, laughing.
"Yeah, yeah, let's just go home." He pulled out of the parking lot, feeling much more at ease. Clay was easy to talk to, he was friendly and clearly excited to be in England- which George hoped was at least partially because of him.
"Hey, thanks again for letting me stay with you. It's a lot easier than staying in a hotel," Clay mused, turning to shoot a large, toothy grin at the shorter boy. "Plus I get to see my Georgie everyday!" George felt his heart skip a beat, smiling lightly. Oh, this was going to be an interesting week.
When they got to George's house, Clay took his bags inside, tossing them into the guest room haphazardly. He turned back to look at the brunette, still grinning.
"Alright. Show me everything!" George obliged, giving the younger male a quick tour of his home. Really, there wasn't too much to show. His house was pretty small, but it had everything he needed. Clay glanced around, nodding.
"It's very like you, Gogy," he commented, yawning. It was only at this point George noticed the bags under Clay's eyes, the slight dullness to his gaze that signified how tired the blond really was. As much as George wanted to hang out, he knew it would be better to let him get some sleep.
"Hey... you must be tired, from your long flight. If you want to catch up on sleep, go right ahead." He gestured towards the guest room, looking up at the taller man. Clay put a hand over his heart, feigning hurt.
"Why, Georgie, trying to get rid of me already?"
"I- no-" he was cut off by a wheezy chuckle.
"I'm kidding! I think I will get some sleep, actually. I'm pretty tired." As to emphasize his point, Clay stretched and yawned, smacking his lips lightly. "Goodnight, Gogy."
"Goodnight..." The door closed behind him, leaving George alone. Sighing, he headed to the couch, picking a random movie and curling up with a fluffy blanket.
George yawned, blinking sleepily. Now that he thought about it, he was kinda tired too...
"Nghh..." He groaned, covering his head with his arms. He opened his eyes a crack, met with Clay's face sitting incredibly close. That woke him up pretty quickly. George scrambled backwards, startled.
"What the-" George glanced around. He must've fallen asleep, the movie was over and Clay was very much awake. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, arching his back.
"Wanna go on a walk? Maybe to a park?" Clay wondered, tilting his head. George looked at the time, sighing. It was just past midnight, and he was tired... but Clay wasn't. He nodded slowly, shrugging.
"Yeah, ok." He yawned again, getting up off the couch. "You might want to grab something warmer, though," he suggested, pointing at Clay's thin t-shirt. The taller man left quickly, coming back not 10 seconds later with a lime green (piss yellow) hoodie. George got a sky blue hoodie for himself, and they left the house.
"I know a park not too far from here, if that's ok," the brunette offered, rubbing his eyes again. He was just so tired...
"Sounds great!" Clay grinned, looking all around. George didn't blame him, London was quite beautiful at night. They walked in silence, Clay looking at all the buildings while George looked up at the night sky, admiring the stars.
"You like constellations?" The blond questioned, watching George closely.
"Oh, I just think the stars are pretty..." He mentally face palmed. What kind of answer was that? Luckily, Clay just wheezed softly, nodding.
"So pretty," he agreed. However, Clay wasn't looking at the stars. They walked into the park, Clay grabbing George's hand and leading him into the field. It was completely empty, since it was midnight.
"What are you doing?" Clay laid down in the grass, smiling.
"C'mon!" He patted the ground next to him, looking at George.
"Oh, just lie down!" George did as told, laying next to Clay. "Look, now you can see the stars a lot better." The blond pointed up at the night sky, and George smiled softly.
"They're beautiful," he sighed happily, staring up at the stars. Clay was watching him wistfully, admiring the way the moon lit up George's face. The shorter boy turned to look at Clay, smiling sleepily.
"They're a lot prettier than the stars in Minecraft, don't you think?" He murmured, shuffling closer to Clay.
"Definitely. This is a lot better," he agreed, biting his lip. George shivered a bit, and Clay knew this was his chance. "Cold?" He wondered, wrapping an arm around George to pull him closer.
"T-thanks..." Clay could practically hear the blush in George's voice. Without really thinking, he pressed his lips against the brunette's forehead lightly, holding him close. George stiffened for a split second before snuggling in closer to Clay's side.
"This is nice," George whispered nervously.
"It is." Clay looked at George, their faces just inches apart. Slowly, the gap closed, George's breath hitching when their lips connected. It felt like they were both frozen in time, like everything else just melted away when they kissed. They broke apart after a few long, sweet seconds, George gasping softly.
"Oh my gosh..." He shook his head, like he couldn't believe what had just happened. If he was being honest, Clay could barley believe it himself.
"Was... was it ok?" he wondered, staring up at the stars.
"It was more than ok." That made them both smile. George yawned, curling into Clay's chest sleepily. The blond smiled fondly down at him, wrapping an arm around the smaller male.
"It's ok, you can sleep if you want to." George just hummed in response, head tucked into the crook of Clay's neck.
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