The One

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George's POV

I looked up from the note and folded it. What? Does he want to meet me? Eh, sounds like something he would do, like a hangout... But I hope it's only us alone.

The rest of the day passed incredibly fast, it was a Friday, meaning that I could finally go home and get some rest, of course, after I meet up with Dream.

I decided to message him to get more info about the meetup.

"Hey Dream, can I call you?"

Again, he answered surprisingly fast. 

Dreamm💕

"Yeah, ofc." 

My phone started buzzing.

"Incoming call - Dreamm💕"

(D = Dream and G = George)

G = "Hey Dream,"

D = "Hey Georgie"

G = "I just wanted to call you for some details- um- will we..."

There was silence.

G = "...Be alone?"

Silence, again.

D = "Well, that'll be up to you to find out."

He giggled.

D = "I have to go, you know, get ready, see you there."

G = "See you!"

I hung up and went over to my closet. I picked out a pair of black jeans with a chain, and a tie-dye red and black shirt. I made my hair messy again because apparently, Dream liked it last time. I put my phone in my pocket and walked out of my front door. It was surprisingly really windy. I started the engine and started driving. A million thoughts bombarded me.

What if this was fake? What if Dream is only being nice and inviting me to a hangout just because we're "fake-dating"? I forced myself to not get my hopes up, there's no chance he would like me like that. I was only his best friend. 

I arrived at his house and parked my car next to the sidewalk's curb. I rang his doorbell. 

He opened the door and greeted me while smiling. 

"Hey!" He went in for a hug. Of course, I hugged him back. 

"Hey, Dream!"

"My car is parked in my garage, get in and I'll drive us. I want to take you somewhere pretty."

Clay's POV

Not as pretty as you, though.

I had an urge to say that, but of course, I didn't.

There's this treehouse I've had since I was a kid. The reason I told him to meet here at 6:00 P.M was because of the beautiful sunsets that happened every noon. I wanted him to see it. I wanted to kiss him while watching it.

Okay, WOAH.

Clay, control yourself. Jesus.

"If you want, George, you can turn on the radio."

"Yeah, sure, thanks." He said while smiling and extending his arm to change the radio channels.

The rest of the ride was silent, except for the music. The presence of each other was enough to keep us entertained. 

We arrived.

I parked the car near a tall tree.

"Here it is, my treehouse."

He looked amazed. "It's so pretty!" 

It had a staircase leading up to the door, like a front porch. It was pretty big for a treehouse.

"My dad and I built it before he... You know..."

George looked at me with pity.

"...Died."

"I'm so sorry," He hugged me tight, allowing me to rest my chin on his head.

"I come here only when I feel like it, and you're the first person I bring with me, George."

He slightly pulled away and looked me in the eyes.

"But, why me?"

I hesitated. "Because I trust you."

And love you.

George's POV

I don't think Dream understands how much those words meant to me.

"There's something I want to tell you, Dream."

He looked back at me, after zoning out to the pretty sunset. "I do, too."

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