George's POV

I stared at my screen. Waving and saying hello to my viewers watching. I had only a few more minutes until Dream and Sapnap would be joining the call. I was excited; it has felt like forever since I have talked to them let alone had them on a stream.

"Oh, George~" I smiled at the soft voice that just entered my call. His voice low and soft, how it usually was when he was teasing me.

"Hello Dream," I said, in an even more British accent than usual. I heard him wheeze softly behind his mic. "Why so quiet?" I asked, typing on my computer to make sure everything was okay for the stream.

"Oh, I don't usually stream this late, my family is sleeping." I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. Sometimes I forgot that Dream was a regular person, he had a family, probably a girlfriend. I sighed audibly and continued clicking.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked, I perked up. His low husk of a whisper was so much more genuine than his regular voice.

"Oh nothing, my uh-" I looked around, "- My mouse was just acting up. Thought I wouldn't be able to use it and get my old one." I said lying through my teeth. I barely knew much about Dream, despite him being my best friend, we didn't know much about each other. He most definitely didn't know that I liked him; He wouldn't ever know. We were probably thousands of miles apart and I 100% did not have a chance.

"Oh Okay," I didn't know anything about Dream. Nothing. I didn't know his name, what state or country he lived in, what he looked like. All I knew was his age, he was a year younger than I. He's 17 and I'm 18.That was all. I guess that's all I needed to know about him, for right now.

We streamed for a few hours. Making jokes, laughing. It wasn't all that eventful. But the chat loved it all. It was filled with even more glorious flirting that made my heart race like crazy.

It was a Sunday morning, a bright sunny day in Florida. I moved here about a year ago for Mum's work. I hated it at first, but I like it. In no way does it compare to London though.

I stepped out onto the porch and got my bike. Getting onto the seat to head toward the library. I snapped my head to the right of me and witnessed my neighbor leaving his house as well. He had blonde hair, freckles, and what I assumed to be green eyes. I smiled at him and gave him an awkward wave. His eyes widened and he rushed back inside. Finagling with his keys until he stumbled back through the door. I stared at his now-closed door and left my hand in the air frozen. I was confused. Did I scare him? Did something else scare him? I shook off the encounter and biked away. My mum's words replaying in my head.

When are you going to get a license?

I scoffed. I'll get one when I get a boyfriend.

Like that was ever going to happen.

When I flopped back down on the bed at around five pm, I wasn't expecting a phone call. I dug for my phone in my pocket and answered it with the swipe of my thumb. Not even bothering to see who it was.

"Hello?" I asked waiting to hear the voice come through from the other end.

"Georgie," I sat up in bed and ran a hand through my hair. His voice startling me before I calmed down.

"Hello Dream..." I mimicked his whine with a laugh.

"Look, I'm trying to code this thing for a video. I already sent it to you..." He trailed off and I rolled my eyes standing up in bed.

"I'll look at it, what's the file called?" I glanced out my window for something to look at, my blinds were pulled open. I accidentally made eye contact with the boy next door, his phone up to his ear as well. I mouthed an apology and he returned it with a smile waving me off. I turned around to keep talking.

"Uh, it doesn't have a name at the moment. It's the most recent one I've sent you though." I nodded. I was so used to him being able to see my face on stream that I forgot he couldn't right now.

"Right, I'll check it out."

"Isn't it late where you are? Shouldn't you be getting to bed?" A wave of guilt washed over me. I still hadn't told him I moved to America. He shouldn't know. Being in the same country made it way more tempting to meet him. Completely different from being miles apart.

"R...Right, yeah. Good night Dream." I hung up the phone. Maybe tomorrow after school I will get to look at whatever he was talking about.

I sprung up from my bed and shut off my alarm clock. School was not something that I wanted to deal with.

"Hey, George?" I heard my mother call for me. I slipped on my shoes finished brushing my teeth and met her at the bottom of the steps.

"I'm ready," I said breathlessly. My mum gave me a weak smile.

"About that, I have to leave to go to work and I'm already running late. If you don't mind, our neighbor said she was happy to take you. Her son goes to the same school as you," I stared at her bewildered. How had I not even realized that? How am I only now really realizing my annoyingly handsome neighbor? I chuckled inside my head. I haven't thought of anyone else besides Dream in a long time. It was a little refreshing for him not to be the only thing on my mind.

"Uh sure. The ones to the right, right?" I asked. She nodded. "They are finishing up breakfast, just knock on the door and they will let you in." She kissed my cheek and ran out the door all in one breath.

I walked across the yard and knocked on the door. A woman answered the door with a smile but she looked to be in a hurry. "Hi hun, Grab a donut from the counter and Clay can take you out to the car." I nodded. Clay. The name seemed fitting to him, a smile tugged onto my lips. I did as she told and grabbed a donut from a box on the counter and leaned against the island. I only looked up when I heard footsteps come down the stairs. I locked eyes with, Clay, his eyes a little less scared than they were before. But something was still hidden in them, fear for something when he looked at me. A fear that I would figure out something. I hardly knew the guy, what would I figure out?

"Hey hun, start the car for me? I have to run upstairs..." His mother asked. She threw him the keys and he caught them with ease. He let out a soft breathy, "Sure." Before walking toward the door and motioning for me to come with. I wondered if he was worried I would bring up the other day? That he was embarrassed and didn't want me mentioning it? That was probably all. He just didn't want to be embarrassed.

I slid into the backseat and he went for the passenger seat. But then last minute he opened the back door and clambered into the back seat with me. I looked over to him for a moment, his eyes were weirdly comforting to me. I wasn't sure why, but he desperately reminded me of someone. The person just on the tip of my tongue.

Clay's mum climbed into the front seat and gave us a frantic smile. "Sorry about that George. It's not usually like this in the morning," I looked over to Clay. He leaned over and whispered, his breath just barely grazing my ear. "It's always like this," I froze, his voice so achingly familiar. It was soft and playful. But what it had reminded me of was different, more hoarse and deep through the mic.

It was Dream's. He reminded me of Dream. I shook off the thought. The probability of him being here with me was low. I tried to relax and smile at him but I couldn't. He reminded me too much of him.

"So George, you have prom this year, right? I think your mom mentioned you being a senior." I smiled and laughed. Small talk. I could handle small talk.

"Uh I do yes," I said, fiddling with my fingers. She looked in the rearview mirror and smiled.

"Planning to take anyone?" She asked. It didn't hurt me, to be honest right? I had no one else to talk to about this.

"The person I want to take I only know online. I don't even know how far they live from me." I felt Clay tensed but I brushed it off. Prom was a far off thought; It wasn't even in my brain right now and not going to be for the next few months.

"Oh, Hunny I'm sorry. I hope all goes well with your friend." She looked in the mirror again. Except her gaze wasn't targeted toward me, instead toward her son. His eyes were downcast as he gazed out the window. His demeanor had changed so much after I had mentioned my friend online.

None of us said a word until after we got to school. When Clay's mother waved us goodbye and wished us a good day. Clay and I didn't say a word to each other when he parted ways toward our grade's lockers.

When I stepped out into the hot sun I checked my phone again. One discord notification and one text from my mum.

Mum: Hey hun, Mrs. Block said she would take you home! Meet up with Clay if you can find him. I gave her your number, and here it is if you can't find her. ] love you, baby.

I checked my discord while walking toward the place Clay's mum had dropped us off before I tried to call her.

Dream: Three Questions. You get three questions.

I bumped into Clay while trying to respond. I guess I'll have to wait until I got in the car.

Me: Three questions. For what?

Dream didn't respond until I got back into my house.

Dream: You can ask me anything you want. But only three questions, got it?

Me: Sure. got it. Can I think for a moment?

Dream: Take all the time you need.

Me: What state do you live in?

His response was hesitant

Dream: Florida.

My heart soared.

Me: What do you look like?

Dream: I'm blonde, green eyes, and freckles.

Me: What is your name Dream.? Is it what I think it is?

Dream: Clay. My name is Clay.

I sprung up from bed and raced next door. Knocking on the door. His mum's car wasn't in the drive and the door opened instantly.

"You knew. You knew that it was me. That's why you looked so scared the other day."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He bowed his head shamefully. I bent to meet his eyes.

"Don't be sorry. I know that this stuff makes you scared. Dream don't be sorry," I snaked my arms around him in a hug. He cautiously hugged me back, whispering in my ear.

"Who did you want to take to the dance?" I pulled away, his hands resting on my hips.

"You. Always you." He pressed his lips onto mine. My eyes fluttering closed and I could feel the euphoria rising from my toes to my chest. I felt like I was flying, his hands fit perfectly on my hips and my hands were tangled in his hair just like I had always wanted them to be.

"When do we tell Sapnap?" I asked trying to gather my breath.

"I told him what I was going to do this morning. He has been cheering us on for two years." He kissed my forehead. "He called us idiots too by the way."

"Don't doubt it." I kissed him again, a love flowing through my veins.