779 Miles Apart

Day 1

A/N: i rlly left myself on a cliff hanger on that last one so here I am LMAO anyways enjoy

George's eyes met Dream's as Sapnap stepped back. Dream gave him a small smile as he walked over. He'd known for weeks it was happening, but it still didn't feel real that George was standing right there.

George laughed. "Hi, Dream," he said. His voice wasn't coming through a headset this time or through the other end of the phone. It was magical.

Dream wrapped his arms around George. "Hey, George," he said, and George hugged him back.

George was really there, wrapped up in Dream's arms. He was real, no longer just a face behind a screen. They stood there for a moment before finally pulling away from each other. George looked so happy, it made Dream's heart feel warm.

"How was the flight?" Sapnap asked.

"Long," George replied, the smile not leaving his face. "I slept through most of it, but I made it finally!"

Sapnap started leading them to the trunk. "I hope you're excited for more sitting as we drive back to the house," he said. "My flight wasn't even half as long but I was so done with sitting when I first got here."

"And then we sat on the floor for how many more hours putting your things together?" Dream reminded him.

The trunk opened. "It was a rough day," Sapnap said.

George put his suitcase in the trunk. "Well I'm not putting any of my things together," he said. "So I won't have to sit for that long."

"Not yet, anyway," Sapnap hinted, closing the trunk. "Prepare yourself, George, Dream is driving."

"I'm not a bad driver!" Dream protested, but Sapnap and George just laughed at him.

"I'm a little scared," George said as they walked over to the doors of the car.

Dream rolled his eyes, getting in the drivers seat as Sapnap got back in shotgun and George in the back. "I'll drive bad on purpose," he threatened.

"I don't think you can get any worse," Sapnap said, and George laughed.

"Sure I could," Dream said, pulling away from the curb. "I could drive like you."

Sapnap gaped at him. "As if!" he protested. "George, stop laughing, that's not funny."

"It's a little funny," Dream said.

Sapnap shook his head. "Whatever," he said. "So Georgie, what do you want to do while you're here?"

"Umm, I don't know," George said. "Not die from Dream's driving, would be nice."

Sapnap cracked up as Dream protested, "I'm not a bad driver! You guys are so mean! You have no room to talk, George, you would drive on the wrong side of the road."

"Oh whatever," George said. "You Americans are just weird."

"No, you're the weird ones," Sapnap agreed with Dream.

They argued about people's driving and the differences between the UK and America the entire drive home. Dream didn't hit anyone or anything on his way home, so they supposed he wasn't that bad of a driver.

Dream took George's suitcase inside and George had his backpack. 

"It's smaller than I imagined," George said as they walked in.

Dream scoffed. "You've literally only seen the living room, and there's two of us here, what do you think we lived in? A mansion?"

George shrugged. "I don't know. Where am I sleeping?"

"We set up an air mattress in the extra room we have," Dream replied. "Patches likes it in there, though, so you'll probably be spending a lot of time with her."

"I didn't know you guys had an extra room," George said, following Dream and Sapnap down the hall to the spare room.

"It's for you," Sapnap said. "For when you finally decide to move in with us, that is, of course, if you and Dream aren't sharing one."

Dream rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Sapnap," he could see George's face turn red as they walked into the room. "Stay mad that no one likes you."

George laughed, though Dream could tell he was embarrassed. Dang it, Sapnap. He thought. The air mattress was in the corner of the room and Dream placed George's suitcase down next to it, shooting Sapnap a warning look when George wasn't looking.

Sapnap gave him a look that said he realized it already. 

"We'll give you a second to get set up or whatever," Sapnap said to George. "We're gonna go figure out what we're going to do for dinner. Are you hungry?"

"A little bit," George replied.

"Well we have snacks in the kitchen for when you're done," Sapnap said, signaling Dream to follow him.

Dream followed him into the kitchen.

"You can't say stuff like that," Dream whispered at him aggressively when he was sure they were out of earshot.

"I do it to you all the time!" Sapnap whisper-protested.

"Yeah, well George isn't me!" Dream whispered back.

They reached the kitchen.

"We joke around with him all the time about stuff like that why would it be any different now?"

"He knows you know!"

Sapnap stopped. "He knows I know?" his whisper was shocked.

"Yeah."

"Well that's awkward," Sapnap noted.

Dream threw his hands up in the air. "I thought I told you that?" they were still whispering.

Sapnap made a defensive face. "You most certainly did not," he whispered back, and Dream couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.

"Well, be more careful."

Sapnap threw an old straw wrapper that was smooshed into a ball on the counter at Dream, which hit him the chest. "You be more careful!" he whisper shouted.

"You're the one making bad jokes!" Dream whisper shouted, throwing the ball back at Sapnap.

It hit Sapnap in the shoulder, and he caught it in his hand and threw it back at Dream. "Get over it!" he whisper shouted back. The paper hit Dream in the lower stomach.

"What are you guys doing?" George asked.

Dream nearly jumped out of his skin, turning to see George walking into the room. "Sapnap was throwing wrappers at me," he replied, pointing to the tiny ball now on the floor.

"Are we having wrappers for dinner?" George asked, sitting down on the barstool next to Dream. "Why do you guys have wrappers just laying around?"

Dream didn't know what to say to that.

Sapnap met Dream's eye. "I told you he was going to judge our messy house and our messy kitchen," he said.

George laughed. "I'm not judging," he insisted. "I just don't understand."

"Whatever," Sapnap leaned on the counter in front of them. "What do you guys want for dinner? I'm thinking italian or mexican."

"We just had mexican," Dream reminded him.

Sapnap stared at him. "So? You can never have enough mexican," he said.

"Olive Garden sounds good," Dream said, turning to George. "Do you want Olive Garden?"

George paused. "I've... I don't think I've ever had Olive Garden," he replied, looking at Sapnap and Dream. "What is it?"

Sapnap's jaw had dropped. "We're getting Olive Garden," he said. "George, it is your mission to try as many things as you can while you're here."

George grimaced. "Sounds scary," he said.

"You'll be fine," Sapnap said. "So what does everyone want from Olive Garden?"