Third POV
Dream looked around, the world that he had once known faded into a colorless, empty realm. There was no one, nothing but the empty road that Dream was standing on. Or at least he thought so, he thought he was alone until a lone car threw him off the road. Dream collided with the hood of the car as he tumbled to the ground.
"Oh My God are you okay?" The man's voice was foreign to Dream, it sounded like a British one but it was hard to tell when it was lathered in panic. Dream's voice was rough as he responded, clutching his stomach.
"Yeah," He brought his knees up to his chest.
"I just hit you with a car. Oh my God, I just hit you with a car!" The brown-haired boy rushed over to him.
"Glad you were able to figure that one out." Dream was still able to come up with a witty response despite just getting hit.
"Oh my God. The one time there is no one around!" Dream sat up, catching his breath. "I was alone, in the center of the road. How the hell did you hit me?" The brown-haired man helped Dream off the ground.
"You showed up out of nowhere! It was like you teleported!" Dream looked up at him.
"I think it was just an operator error."
"Is this place as weird for you as it is for me?" Dream nodded.
"I feel like I've been here hours and I haven't seen anyone. Sometimes I'll just appear out of nowhere in a new place. I don't know what this is..." Dream looked around.
"I don't know either, just stay around with me okay?" The brown-haired boy responded. "The name is George by the way," Dream took his hand and shook it.
"George who hit me with his car." George nodded.
"Right." George bit his lip with a chuckle.
"What?" Dream asked, standing to his feet. He gripped onto George for support.
"That's not my car." Dream whipped his head to meet George's eyes.
"I woke up in a Grocery store in Central Florida with keys in my hand. I found the car. I thought I was dreaming. What the hell is going on here?" George looked around for a moment. Then Dream caught sight of the green sweatshirt in the passenger seat.
"That's my car what the hell? You hit me with my own car?" Dream roared. George was surprisingly calm.
"I. Thought. I. Was. Dreaming."
"So you're just usually a criminal in your dreams?" Dream deadpanned.
"Not always. Sometimes though." George shrugged. Dream couldn't help but laugh. He laughed again when he felt George's hands grip Dream's waist to support him.
"Making passes at me now?" Dream asked. George looked at him shocked.
"What? No. Do you want my help or not?" Dream nodded, not admitting the fact that his touch had sent ripples of electricity through his body.
"My name is Dream by the way." He said as they made tiny steps toward the car.
"Nice name," George said, his voice genuine.
"Thanks? I think." George helped in the car. George gave him one last look. Dream turned to buckle up and when he turned back around the lean boy was gone. Dream was confused as he himself slowly awoke from his deep slumber.
Dream woke up to Patches nudging his face. Had it just been a dream? It must have been, because now here he was in his bedroom that was full of color.
It was a dream.
"Come on Patches, let's get you fed," Dream sat up from a bed only to be greeted with a sharp pain in his ribs. "What the hell?" He slowly made his way to his mirror and lifted up his shirt. His ribs and side were completely black and blue. Patches watched him carefully, a look of sympathy in her eyes.
Dream carried on, his mom agreeing to take him to Urgent Care later today to see what was wrong. She insisted on calling into work but Dream merely told her that he had only fallen from bed and was a little beat up. She agreed to come here around five to pick him up knowing that Dream could barely move let alone get to his car and drive.
George's image flashed in his brain. The way that smile crossed his face when Dream had flirted with him. He wondered where he had dreamed up that face. Where it had come from? Was it just a man he admired while he was in the grocery store? Someone he had seen in a magazine? Dream smiled, wondering if he often hit people with cars even when they weren't in a dream.
For some reason, Dream believed that George was real. He knew it, that smile was all too realistic. Dream laid back down hoping that maybe just maybe he would get to see George again.
...
Dream was there for a few hours. Letting the doctors do x-rays and check out the bruising.
"You're lucky it's only bruised. You should be okay, put some ice on it and take it easy. If you need to, take some ibuprofen." Dream nodded, thanking the lord that he had remembered to pay for his insurance this month. X-Rays can be a jerk.
"Thank you," Dream said, holding his side.
"Don't put too much pressure on it or it will only heal worse. Take your time. Also, please finish signing these forms." The doctor handed him a clipboard and Dream nodded. Looking over it quickly before signing it with his sloppy signature.
"Got it," His mom helped him back into the car.
"Just stay with me for now, hun. I don't want you straining yourself."
"Sure mom." She kissed the top of his head and took him home.
Dream stood alone in that world again. The boy he had met was nowhere in sight again. But when he looked down he had a pair of white-rimmed sunglasses glasses clutched in his hands. Dream was all by himself in a Walmart parking lot.
The green-eyed boy looked over at his other hand. A blue hoodie was trapped between his fingers. Dream looked around before he carefully pulled the sweatshirt over him and snuggling into it. His eyes caught a glimpse of a tag, each of the items holding one.
'8.99 Only At Walmart'
Dream looked up at the building behind him before marching inside.
Dream cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. "GEORGE!" He stood motionless for a moment waiting for a response.
"DREAM?" He heard coming from the art section. Dream smiled to himself and sprinted toward the back of the store. When he peeked into one of the aisles he chuckled.
"Get bored did you?" He asked as he watched the male sit cross-legged on the floor with crayons in his hand.
"Very much so. I've been waiting for you for what feels like an hour." He grabbed a paper from the pile that looked to be completed. "Look it's you and me!" There on the sheet of paper was stick figure George in a car and Dream lying on the ground with X's over his eyes. Dream burst out laughing.
"Yeah about that," Dream bit his lip debating on if he should tell him how he woke up. "I woke up with a bruised rib..." George looked up at him. Almost not believing it.
"What?" George didn't look as happy as he did before. "Oh my God my dreams are really getting out of hand now aren't they?" Dream down at him worriedly while he rambled. "I...I... You're a figment of my imagination, is all. I didn't hurt anyone, right?" Dream wasn't sure how to respond. He just let whatever comes to his mind come out of his mouth.
"I thought you were a figment of my imagination." George looked up and with cautious eyes.
"Man I am getting creative with my lucid dreams..." George shook his head, and Dream knelt down to meet his gaze.
"George." He gripped his shoulders. "I went to the doctor today, I saw my mom today, I fed my cat this morning. I am real. Although I doubt you are, I feel like I've made you up." George shook his head.
"I woke up with this today," he reached deep into his pocket. "It's a spare key to your car." Dream took the metal blank key and eyed it for a moment. "I was clutching it like crazy when I woke up..." Dream handed it back to him and gave him a smile.
"Keep it." George's eyes widened.
"Are you sure?"
"As long as I can keep this..." Dream said gesturing to the sweatshirt hanging from his shoulders.
"Yeah, you can keep it." George chuckled as Dream sat down next to him. Resting his head on George's shoulder.
"Tell me where you're from," Dream said as if he wanted a story. George just chuckled.
"Brighton, England," George said playing with the strings on the hoodie Dream was wearing. "That's why I was so confused when I got here. I had no clue where anything was." Dream pulled out the glasses that he had arrived with. "I felt like the keys in my hand were a sign and so I followed. I found your car, and I followed where the GPS was leading me." George eyed the glasses in Dream's hand.
"I found these in my hand before I walked in here." George chuckled.
"Yeah, I own those in the real world." George couldn't stop his fit of laughter.
"What?" Dream asked.
"I don't want to leave you again," George said, wrapping the strings around his fingers.
"I don't want to leave you either." Dream leaned further onto George, letting his scent overtake his nose. "In real life, I live in Florida. In case you couldn't tell." George smiled.
"What do you do for a job?" George asked.
"I stream, like on Twitch." George's eyes grew excited but before he could respond Dream cut in again. "I can feel myself waking up George..."
"It's okay, Dream."
"I'll see you again. I promise,"
"Take me to the beach next time," Dream nodded before finally fading away from George's embrace.
Dream gasped and sat up from bed. That dream. Was it going to be a recurring thing? Dream didn't know if he wanted it to be. He wanted to keep seeing that boy from his dreams but the heartache he would feel every time he woke up hurt too. George was worth it.
If he was even real.
Carefully, Dream sat up from his childhood bed and walked over to his desk to grab his laptop. His mom had been checking on him periodically for the last few days. He opened up the laptop and went straight for the search tab. Looking through some of the videos he could watch while he was resting.
George. He wanted George
Dream looked down at his chest. The hoodie that had once been there in his dream had vanished from sight now. The only thing that he could keep that George had given him was the massive bruise alongside his torso beneath his arm. Dream chuckled at that, knowing fully well that George had felt terrible for giving him that bruise.
A small part of Dream told him that it hadn't been from George. That it was just a coincidence that he had gotten it.
Dream ignored that side of him. He wanted George to be real. He needed it now. If Dream ever found out that, that smile wasn't real or that the drawing that George had made was something that Dream had thought of himself he would fall apart. George is real. He has to be.
Any psychologist would have disagreed.
Dream jumped when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in." He said tiredly. His painkillers had been making him drowsy.
"Hey hun, I was wondering if this was yours," She said coming into the room. Dream stared at her in shock. "I found it while doing laundry,"
"Yeah, it is." Dream was barely even able to talk. There in her hand was the same hoodie he was wearing in his dream.
"Is it clean? I found it on top of the dryer." Dream nodded.
"Yeah, it is. I just got it. Thanks, mom," His mother tossed him the hoodie and he grabbed it like there was no tomorrow. Holding onto it for dear life. He unfolded it and looked at it fully, having barely caught a glimpse of it when he had put it on the first time.
In the center of the hoodie were the words: 'GeorgeNotFound'
It was a merch hoodie.
All of the air had completely left Dream's lungs as he lunged for his laptop again. Not caring about the sharp pain in his side.
Search: GeorgeNotFound
George Henry Davidson (born: November 1, 1996 (1996-11-01) [age 24])
George is a widely known YouTuber known for creating Minecraft videos. He has over five million subscribers as of 2021.
Dream nearly screamed when he saw the boy's face. Looking exact to the boy he had seen in his dreams. Dream clicked onto the male's Twitter and scrolled. He was a YouTuber, honestly, it was normal for him to be stalked online. Then Dream looked and saw his mutuals.
"Sapnap what the hell?" Dream yelled right when he heard a soft tired 'hello' answer the phone.
"Dude, chill it's like nine am."
"You know GeorgeNotFound?" Sapnap sighed.
"Yes. You already knew this. Me and him make videos all the time together. What the hell are you on right now?"
"Sapnap, when I tell you I did not know that was him I am telling the truth." Sapnap chuckled.
"What? You have a celebrity crush on him or somethin'?" Dream's face grew warm.
"Nothing, I had a dream with him in it and I did some online stalking. Sorry, I woke you up. It's been a weird week."
"No need to apologize for weird dreams. I remember this time I was in the middle of nowhere with this duck-"
"I don't even want to know where this is going," Dream said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Dude you freak." He chuckled laughing. "I was saying that he straight up started attacking me and it was probably one of the scariest nightmares ever. No need to be sorry. Anyway, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if the three of us made a video together."
"Talk to him for me?" Dream asked.
"Of course. Besides, what else would I do for a homie that is crushing."
Yeah crushing. Not completely head over heels for a boy that he had a dream about and is convinced that he is his soulmate. Yeah. Just crushing.
"Thanks, sap. I'll see you."
Dream sat on the sand, it was late at night and the crashing waves were the only sound to be heard. He remembered that his mom had always said that he shouldn't go to the beach late at night but he and George were the only ones who had access to this world. Why not do the things that he had never had the chance to do before.
Dream had been waiting for a while. Waiting for George to show up to their meeting. Finally, he heard the soft voice call out to him.
"Dream." George sat down next to him.
"Hi," The taller boy said, a wide smile plastered on his face. George happily returned it.
"I always loved the beach growing up," George said, bringing his knees to his chest and leaning his head on them. "I would beg my mom to take me during the warmer months. It's different being here with you though. It's a lot more exciting." George said smiling.
"Really?" George nodded.
"It's still so warm at night here. I like it." George leaned his head on Dream's shoulder.
"I still feel like this is too good to be true." Dream said, his voice thick.
"I feel the same." Dream took in a sharp shaky breath.
"How do we know for sure?" George asked, taking a quick glance up at the blond.
"We have to male contact in the real world." Dream said. George nearly jumped away from the taller boy.
"What? No, I can't. If I try to make contact with you in the real world then I will just be disappointed. I'm not ready to find out that you're not real." Dream felt the same.
"I have to know if this is real or not. I need to know if I'm going crazy. I mean George I woke up with the same bruise that you gave me and I woke up with your hoodie. Something is happening here." George looked hesitant, but he looked like he wanted to believe it too. "Don't you think we deserve to know for real?" Dream asked, glancing over at George who had teary eyes. The brown glossy orbs were shining in the moonlight.
"I think so." George pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked like he was growing irritated like he was fed up with the world he was in. "I'm scared, Dream. I'm scared that you aren't real. That all of this is too good to be true. You're too good to be true." George hugged himself. Bringing his knees into his chest.
"I'm scared too." Dream took his hand in his. George was too dazed in though to really acknowledge it. "But I want you to see the Florida sunrise for real. I want you to be here for real." Dream squeezed George's hand, George silently squeezed back.
Dream cupped George's face and guided his gaze to him. His thumb barely brushing his lower lip. "I want this for real. Because no matter how real this can get, it's nothing like in the real world." George looked into Dream's eyes and then lingered for a moment longer than he had intended on his lips.
"I know. I might take some convincing though. I won't believe you that easily if you reach out." Dream leaned in a little closer and George allowed it.
"When I reach out. When." George smiled.
"When you reach out." Slowly Dream's lips grazed George's. The kiss was slow and passionate. George melted, so fiery and tender. God George could stay like this forever.
When they parted they both let out a shaky breath and grinned. Their lips still tingling from their kiss. "I want to do that in the real world. Where it will be even better."
"Dream, we still live an ocean away. How can we do that in the real world." Dream rested his head on Georges.
"I'll fly to you, or you to me. Either way, do whatever it takes." They watched the sunrise over the ocean before parting ways.
George woke with a start. He hurriedly checked his DM's and then got into the shower. George would grab his phone every time it vibrated against the tile counter. Checking it with wet hands and scrolling through his notifications before becoming mildly disappointed then closing the curtain and rinsing off. He was waiting for the moment when Dream would reach out.
George grinned to himself when he saw sand going down the drain.
Finally, with a toothpaste filled mouth and a toothbrush in hand he checked it like it was second nature when he heard it go off. "Sapnap?" He asked himself, he spit into the sink and rinsed his mouth with water directly from the faucet. George quickly called him.
"Hey man," He greeted. It had been a few days since they had played together.
"Hey what's up?"
"He's down. He agreed the moment I told him your name." Dream was giddy. This could be it.
"Really?"
"Yeah. He said around three P.M. tomorrow your time. That works for you?"
"Yes. Yes, it does. Perfect. Thanks, Sap."
"Anytime. See you then man." When they both hung up the phone Dream woo'd in the comfort of his room. Throwing his hands up and punching the air. He winced at the sudden movements but he didn't care. He was going to talk to George for real.
Dream didn't have another dream that night. Instead, he was greeted with a lonely night in his own head. He hadn't met with the boy again but he didn't mind. He was still ecstatic when he woke up the morning of. One night and he already missed George like crazy.
At 2:55 he logged onto TeamSpeak. He got into the call and was met with a lone George.
"Hey," Dream said softly into his mic.
"Hi." Dream could almost hear George's breath fall short. "I really don't know what else to say. I don't want to make myself sound crazy." Dream's eyes widened at that add on.
"How bad is the bruise?" George asked carefully. Dream felt like he could cry. It was George, his George.
"It's okay. It's healing." Dream heard him sigh in relief. "Some guy-"
"Hit you with your own car," George said. Dream could hear his jagged breaths. He was crying too. "In a dream."
"Then we met in a Walmart. Where he drew a picture of him hitting me with my car."
"I bet he was an amazing artist." Dream chuckled.
"I wouldn't go that far. He's lucky he's pretty." Dream smiled. "George-"
"I had the tab open. I clicked 'Book flight' the moment you answered my bruise question." Dream was laughing, he was so happy.
"It's you. It's really you."
"It's me." George giggled. "George who hit you with a car."
George and Dream met one last time in their dreams before George got onto the plane. They talked about the oddness and luck they had of Sapnap being one of their mutuals. Then when they parted ways so George could catch his flight Dream didn't wake with heartache. He was so happy.
Dream was waiting in the airport with a bouquet of flowers. Waiting for that gorgeous man to walk through the crowd. Finally he saw the peak of a brown-haired head and caught a glimpse of a blue suitcase between moving legs.
"George!" He called.
"Dream!" When he finally caught the blond's eyes He ran to him, engulfing him in a hug. Dream spun him around, holding him tightly. He wasn't going to let go of him anytime soon. "Dream," George said again, laying his head in the crook of Dream's neck.
Dream pulled away from him, brushing the back of his hand along George's cheek. Dream kissed him, hard and rough. Not hesitating to pull him close by his hips. He had him. The Boy from his dreams was right in front of him and kissing him back with an equal amount of passion.
George couldn't help but tug on Dream's hair. It all felt so good. Dream was here. In front of him, holding him. Finally he had to pull away from him, his lungs burning from the lack of air.
Panting, Dream spoke. His voice was hoarse and rough. "I am so happy that I hit you with your car."
"I thought you weren't real. I am so lucky that I fought all logical judgement." George's hands trailed to Dream's side.
"How is it healing?"
"Perfect. Pretty much gone now."
"Thank you for everything, Dream. For making me go through with this."
"I told you I would do whatever it took." Dream kissed him again, tender and warm.
Perfect.