Dream POV

"Hey," I looked up from George's PC. He was currently letting me use it while I was here, I had a few videos I wanted to upload and my Laptop just couldn't handle that at the moment.

"Hey what's up?" He leaned against the door frame. His lean body came to a soft curve as he rested his hand on the wood.

"It doesn't usually get too bad here but we're supposed to be getting a blizzard. If you were planning to be getting back to your hotel you might want to go soon. It's gonna get bad," I hadn't been to my hotel at all since I had arrived. Instead, I had stayed with him here. The two of us crashing in his room. I wondered why he was trying to get rid of me now.

I stared at him for a moment before speaking. Wishing that he would stop leaning against the frame, he looked perfect standing there.

"How much snow?" He shrugged.

"I think a few inches. But even if we don't get that much it can get icy." I nodded, slowly.

"Yeah, I thought you said it doesn't snow that often here," I looked up at him. Finally, I thanked the Lord as he pushed himself off the wall and walked over to me.

"Like barely. Usually, the closest we get is flurries. It happens almost every year but not blizzard weather."

"What's it like?" He chuckled.

"I forget you live in Florida. On second thought, stay here. We are so playing in the snow." I caught his smirk as he left the room. He looked happy, and I felt happy.

Playing in the snow with George was always a far off thought. Usually, people got to do these kinds of things when they were young with their best friends. Yet, here I was, twenty-one and only now getting to watch the snowfall from his living room window. George had a cup of warm tea in his hand and I held a cup of hot chocolate. It was only around noon, and we were already sleepy from the lack of sun.

"I vote we wait a little longer before we go play. How about a movie?"

"Of course," He looked over at me and gave me a smile. I wasn't sure what it was for but it was there. I loved his smile, I had grown so accustomed to seeing it on a screen. Seeing it in person was even more captivating. I pulled my bag up next to me.

"I brought movies that I know you have never seen. You have to watch at least one of them." I laid them down between us. "They are in fact all terrible and cheesy making them even more needed to be seen." George let out a chuckle. I had taken them out of their cases and placed them upside down. "Pick one." He hesitantly picked out a movie.

"What the hell is The Wedding Planner?" I laughed.

" A cheesy, awkward, and surprisingly good romance. Hand it over." He sighed and got up, handing me the movie. I put the disk in my laptop and we both got close. The laptop half resting on each of our legs.

We watched the movie in peace. We had both wished that we could put the movie in his DVD player. "Too bad for region restrictions." George shrugged at my comment.

"This isn't too bad." He snuggled a little closer to me. I sensed him tense when I didn't snuggle closer as well. I was shocked, but finally, I leaned my body against his and put my arm on the back of the couch to keep from completely smothering him.

"I like this. I like you being here," He said, I couldn't bite back my smile. "I would like it more if I were permanently in America instead." I looked over at him and he looked up at me. "A room in your house. I wouldn't use it of course," My face flushed, he was referring to the fact that the two of us had grown so used to us sleeping in the same bed while I was here.

"Sapnap would feel left out. He would have to join us." I felt his body shake with laughter against mine.

"In the house: Yes. But you, I'd have you to myself when it came to going to bed," He was bold today, something that had started to happen recently on streams. Now here I was in front of him while he was flirting. No audience this time.

"That's a little possessive, don't ya think?" He looked up at me again, his brown eyes holding a twinkle to them as he smiled.

"What can I say, I'm a Dream Hog," I smiled, leaning a little closer. I wanted his lips against mine, but I still couldn't grasp if he wanted it too. He was a joking flirt, we both were. That was just how our friendship was.

"I can tell." I could feel his breath on my skin. But then he snapped his head away and watched the movie. He was determined to find out how it ended. I didn't acknowledge his head turn, because well, he was George. He still got flustered easily even when he initiated it.

Throughout the time I barely even watched the movie. Instead, I counted the times that George had pushed his face into my shoulder out of pure embarrassment. Three. It was three times. I enjoyed every minute of them.

George was surprisingly crying at the end of the movie. "You okay George?" He wiped his tears, I remember the first time I watched it I had cried with happiness as well.

"Yeah, I'm just a sucker for a happy ending." He sniffled and I engulfed him in a hug.

"I told you it was a good movie." He chuckled in my sweatshirt.

"Shut up. You and your constant need to be right," He didn't pull away from the hug. "Come on, let's go a coat and some gloves for you," He pulled away and walked into his room. I followed shortly after him.

"Here," George tossed me a grey coat and some gloves. He slid on a black button coat that went just past the middle of his thighs. He put on black thin gloves and shoved a red beanie in his pocket. He looked good. He looked perfect. My jacket was fairly similar to his but about a size bigger. He had told me after he gave it to me that he had bought it and wasn't able to return it despite it being a size too big.

"I like it," He smiled.

"Keep it," I followed him out the front door, and into the front yard. He had let his dog join us as well. The little puppy sticking their nose in the snow and jumping around. "It's not too warm and is excellent for higher degree weather. Besides, you look nice in it and I know that you wear warmer things in Florida anyway because you're crazy." I smiled. Loving that he had slipped a small compliment into the mix.

"Very crazy." I agreed as we fully stepped into the snow. Already a few inches on the ground. I could feel the snow seep into my shoes but I didn't care. I looked over at George, flakes of snow gathering in his hair. And despite him having seen snow multiple times his eyes twinkled as he looked up at the gloomy London sky. A wide smile on his face. He walked down his porch steps carefully but either way it still ended with him falling face-first into the snow. We both died of laughter.

"GEORGE!" I yelled walking over to him. Careful with my steps so I didn't trample him. He stood up with laughs. One of his real laughs. We were a set: One of us a window cleaner and the other a tea kettle.

"DREAM!" He threw snow into my face. It bit my face with a coldness that I hadn't experienced in a while. I laughed and just as he finished brushing the snow off of him I tackled him to the ground. Through giggles, I heard him say: "Real Life Manhunt." I pinned him to the snowy ground. I could see his breath in the cold air and I smiled. He stared at me with wonder. I was so entranced by his eyes I didn't even notice when his hands snaked around my neck and into my hair. The warmth of his palms melting the snow trapped in my strands.

I kissed him. The numbness of both of our lips fading as I pressed up against him. I was grinning and so was I. I didn't care that the snow was coming down even heavier now, or the fact that George's Dog still thought I was attacking him and was nibbling at my coat. I was with him. He was mine and I was his in the moment and the rest of the world didn't matter.

I pulled away panting, "I'm beginning to think you wanting me to stay was just a huge ruse." He giggled.

"True, I've been trying to get into your pants since you got here. The blizzard was all apart of the massive plan of mine." I kissed him again.

"I have a feeling you're only half kidding." He looked away.

"I have an all region DVD player." He shrugged. I scoffed and kissed him another time. Planting pecks on his cheeks and forehead despite his giggles telling me to stop. Of course, he did. He was George.

"You're embarrassing my Dream. Look, my Dog is ashamed of me. He will never see me the same again." I looked over at his Dog that had finally stopped nibbling at me and now was looking at us with a cocked head as he sat in the snow. His tail wagging like crazy.

"You want me to stop?" I asked, waiting for his response before I kissed him another time.

"No, I don't," I smiled once again smashing my lips against his as he pulled me close by my hips.