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You aren’t as bad as I thought, sir.
This is lowkey part 2 to: I didn’t know it was you, sir; but it makes sense on its own too.
Dream is excited. Today is his date with Geroge. He has been thinking about where to take him to from the time he left till 1am on a call with Sap, consulting his ideas, that were sometimes dumb and Sap remided him that.
When he thought of taking him to a dinner like picking so they can watch a sunset--the most cliche date ever--he remembered their conversation about Geroge’s color blindness and how sunsets were kind of dull. Luckily he remembered before he made any big plans. He decided on dinner, a movie and then asked George if he wanted to sleep over or he needed to go home, according to his answer he will choose a different path for their late night walk under the sky. He had some ice cream he planned on taking to his car if he can sneakily take their cooler from their basement from home, but since no one was at home, he thinks it will go alright.
Dream is walking into his first class he shares with George, sitting in the middle row on the right side, next to the window. He sees how the sun flashes on George’S seeing and how it mirrors in his eyes and can’t help but smile. Walking to him, disturbing him from his book he is reading. When he looks up, he looks around, closing his book, Dream now being able to read the name: Snowman-Jo Nesbo.
“Hello there, Geroge” Dream smiles at him, squatting next to his desk so there isn't that much of a height difference, George scoffed.
“Aren’t you gonna ruin your reputation? Talking to the class’s nerd?” George said.
“You're joking” Dream chuckles, Geroge nervously looks around.
“Not really” Dream just signs.
“Geroge, I don't care about your hierarchy status, nor do I care about mine. And you aren't a nerd.” Geroge looks at him “Well, okay you are a nerd, only a little, but you are an amazing person too. I wouldn’t come to you and ask you for a date otherwise, now, would i?”
“You sure?” George asks, insecurity clear in his voice.
“No, Gogy. I am positive”
“And where did that come from?” Dream smirks, turning their conversation into another point.
“So are you ready for or date?”
“Yeah, I was going to ask if this is okay. Sorry, we aren't the richest and this is the best i can do” he blushed in embarrassment.
“Oh don't worry about it, you look cute” he stands up and walks to the back of the class, just in time for the teacher to walk in.
He makes the decision that Geroge looks cute no matter what and that he looks even cuter when his face is all red and his eyes crinkle up a bit.
He waits outside the school just as they had decided. Technically they should have had tutoring but both boys think that it is much better to go out on a date then to learn how to know the amount of x in a big mess of numbers.
He sees Geroge going out, , when the brunette sees him a wave of relief washed over his face. . He must have gone to the bathroom because his hair looks just a tiny bit fluffier. When George comes he hugs him, whispering softly ‘I didn't believe you’d actually be there, and when Dream hears that, he frowns.
“Why wouldn’t I be here, angel?” George blushes
“Stop, stop it”
“Oh sorry, you don't like it?” Geroge pushes his face deeper in his chest, Dream chuckles “oh, so you do like it, angel? You should have told me sooner, I like calling you angel.” Dream says as he brushes his hand through his hair, second rests on his back. They look like they are dating already. Dream would like that, but he is aware that they had started talking just a day ago and he needs to wait. Who knows, maybe George will realize that his feelings are just strictly platonic and this would go nowhere. He hopes that will not happen.
“Let’s go, yup?” Dream whispers into his hair, George detached from him and nods.
“Lead the way, Dream” he says and bows, his hand in the air pointing in a random direction.
“Let’s go then, peasant” Dream doesn't let go of the teasing and grabs his hand leading the way to his car, opening the trunk and taking George’s back, who quickly grabs his wallet and phone out. When Dream gets his wallet in his sight, he grabs it from the smaller hand and tosses it in the back of his car.
“Hey, I need that. I need to pay and I don't make money from thin air.”
“I took you on a date, i pay. Easy as that”
“But i don't want to feel like i am using you for money, cause i don't want you to feel like i am, because i am not rich or in the middle class and using you for money--”
“Shh” Dram puts his finger on George's lips--noting their softness--stopping his rambling “I say i pay. You didn't ask for anything and this is my way of thanking you for going on a date with me. And believe me, I know you aren't using me for money. I had a few of those and I get really good at noticing when they do that” George frowns at the thought of girls--as far as he knows those are the only ones Dream has ever dated--using his kindness for money.
“Sorry that happened”
“Nah, nah nah, I don't want to hear any of that. It wasnt your fault and you cant do anything with it ” he says as he is shaking his head like maniak, George is affraid his head may fall of “now let’s not talk about my stupid exs and ruin the mood. Okay?”
“Sorry” George Looks at the ground “no reason to apologize, sweetie” Dream tries another pet name, George’s face red as a cherry again. Dream really likes how he looks in a state like this.
Dream stops in front of a restaurant that looks very expensive. Dream gets out and runs around to George’s side to open the door for him. Taking his hand and helping him out of his Tesla , walking him to the restaurant's door.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Geroge points at his outfit; grey-ish cargo pants with his black sneakers he tried to clean,so they look representable, and a white T-shirt topped with a black button down, that is left open.
“You are dressed better than me George, believe me when I say you are fine. I have gone to this place dressed worse, I’m talking literal PJs" Dream chuckled at that memory, Geroge chuckles at that image of Dream in PJs in the expensive restaurant. Walking in he looks around and notices the other people. He doesn't understand what kind of place this is. It looks expensive, the staff and waitress all have uniforms, yet people here seem to be wearing not-so-fancy clothes. He doesn't feel that undressed anymore, still a bit, but not that much. He still feels so out of place, this is so different for him.
“Hello, I have a reservation for two people by the name Clay WaTkins?” Dream says to the lady up front. She looks up, seeing Dream, her eyes widen a bit, then looks at George, frowning. Dream notices and grabs George by the waist and gently pulls him in, George feeling the judgment of the woman's gaze shuffles even closer, but still discreet enough so he doesn't look too clingy.
The lady looked away “Yeah, of course. Your table is this way, let me lead you” she says and walks in a way, Dream follows her and the brunette tags along .
When they come to their table, they sit and the same woman brings them menus. Opening them, George gasps slightly, his eyes widening at the prizes.
“Dream. I will never be able to pay you back.”
“None of that” he says in a firm voice, yet full of affection. “I already told you I am paying and that you don't have to pay me anything back, I took you here. Now choose something” he smiles gently at George, whohe looks back at the menu, shaking his head.
“I have never heard of half… well most of these foods. I need recommendation” George looks up at Dream, silently asking for his insight. Dream smiles at him.
“Do you like pasta?”
nod
“What do you think about penne?”
nod
“Do you like cheesy sauce?”
now shake of head
“Then i would recommend this” Dream says as he drags George’s menu down, so he can read it too, flipping on a designated page and reading through, stopping his finger on a specific meal “had it a few times and it is really good. Never disappoint.” George silently reads through it ‘pasta with tomato sauce, mozzarella, some ingredients he never heard of --not that surprising, he was never in the kitchen, he knows how to make egg and know what salt and pepper is, there he ends-- basil and some pepper and salt .
“Okay, that sounds good,”' Geroge said out loud, nodding softly. He decides that he will just grab water, not wanting Dream to spend more money, even if he said that it is okay.
When the waitress came, she eyed him up and down, smiling at him slightly.
“What would it be today, gentleman?” she asks with a little too much sweetness of her voice, enough so Dream thinks it is annoying and Geroge thinks it’s fake.
“I would like to grab a steak, medium rare, mashed potatoes and your homemade raspberry lemonade, please” Dream says and looks at George, who looks back with pleading eyes, silently begging Dream to say the order. The eyeing of the girl is making him uncomfortable. Dream get’s the message and continues “and he will have--” he starts, but is cut off by the waitress
“I'm sure he can speak for himself, right baby?” she says towards George, winking at him,flirtatious smile on her features. She feels like he saved the day for Geroge, but why? So George can talk, even if he is visibly uncomfortable?
George sinks into his chair, clearly uncomfortable. Dream starts again.
“Thank you for the concern, but I think I know better than you what he wants.” Dream says back, the sweetness of his voice clearly exadareted, puts his hand on table, signaling him to put his hand in his.
“I'm sure--” “ma’m, my name is Clay WaTkins, I can easily make you lose this job, and all I have to do is barely move a finger” the woman's pupil widened. She bows, mumbling apologies.
“Now, he would take the pasta with tomato and mozzarella, and as for drink?” he looks at George.
“I would take water, please” he said, looking at their hands connected on the table and not at the waitress.
“I think we talked about this, angel” Dream smiles and drags his thumb across his knuckles “do you like apple juice?” George looks at him then at their hands and nods “then cross the water and put homemade apple juice there. Also, make sure we get another waitress and you don't come here again.”
George looks down. Dream is quick to pick on the smallest embarrassment, he stood up and walked behind George and hugged him from behind, hands on his shoulders, face buried in his hair. George leans into his touch.
They stayed like that for a while, making small talk, Dream not wanting to leave Geroge as he was very pleased with their position, and seeing as George wasn’t complaining or seemed uncomfortable, they stayed like that for a longer. Dram only left his place when the waitress came with their food. Dream was very happy to see that waitress from earlier gone and working on tables far from them. She must have requested that since he had seen her working on tables around them. When Dream detached from George, he made a sad sigh, making it apparent for Dream that George enjoyed the contact.
Eating, firstly in silence, then starting small talk again. As they continue the conversation they learn a lot of new things about each other. Which is pretty obvious considering they talked only for two days before this date.
When they finished, Dream called the waitress saying he wanted to pay and he saw George once again put his head down in shame. He already knew about what this is going to be and made it his mission to let Geroge pay for something small so he doesn’t feel bad, even if he had no reason. Dream just hated seeing him sad.
“Angel?” he looked up “what do you say about you paying for the snacks at the movie” George beamed at that, nodding.
He paid, denying Geoge’s request to see the receipt, taking his hand and walking them to his car.
“Do you want to go there by leg or by car?” Dream looks at the smaller boy.
“How far is it?”
“About 5-minute walk.”
“Can we go by foot?” Geroge asks “I want to see the sun setting, kinda,” he said as it wasn’t late enough for them to see the full sunset, but just late for the sky being slightly orange with pinks mixed in it. Dream nodded and started walking in the way of their movie theater.
Looking at the movies they can choose from. When Dream looked at George it took him a second to realize that he was watching him, when he looked up, Dream nodded in the way of the screen, motioning for him to choose one.
“Can we go on that one?” Geroge pointed out, the movie started in 3 minutes, seeing as in the beginning they always rolled ads, they had like 10 minutes.
“Sure. I go buy tickets, you go for snacks?”
“I want to buy my own ticket, you have bought enough for me.”
“You're buying snacks, I'm buying tickets, okay?” Dream said once again, completely ignoring George's Statement. When he agreed, he gave George a quick hug as if he was leaving for more than just snacks for a movie.
While Dream was buying tickets, Geroge was struggling to choose snacks they would eat. He forgot to ask Dream what he wanted. He made the decision to take a big salted popcorn--it’s classic, you can't go wrong--nachos with slightly spicy sauce, half liter Cocacola and a bottle of peach ice tea. Paying for his things, he struggles slightly as it is inconveniently shaped. Luckily Dream reappears from his tour to buy tickets and helps him.
Walking in direction of their movie, looking for the right number
3
5
7
9
11...their hall
A woman stands in front of the door, extending her hand and taking the tickets, showing with her hand in which way their seats are. They sit in the middle, not too close so their necks won't hurt, not too far so they can still see something and feel like they are in the movie themselves.
They eat in peace, sometimes giggling at a funny scene, tearing up when the main character's pet dies. Somewhere along the movie, Geroge rested his head on Dream’s shoulder, Dream moving his hand to play with the brown fluffy locks on the Brit’s head, which he landed in his touch lightly.
When the movie ends, Dream wants to get up, but the hand on his wrist stops him. Putting his eyebrows in a questioning position, Geroge answers “I am comfy plus sometimes there are fun things when the credits roll in” he smiled sheepishly, hearing a laugh bubble in Dream’s chest.
Walking out of the cinema--hand in hand--George looks expectantly at Dream, silently asking what they are going to do next. If this is the end and he will go home or if Dream will ask him to sleep over at his place. Geroge had asked his parents if it was okay if he slept over. He didn't say this was a date, he didn't mention that he talked to Dream for the first time 2 days ago. They don't have to stress over that.
“So, I have now two plans, they depend on your next answer, angel,” Drema said, adding the teasing pet name, just to see George blush and smile “and the question I need your answer to is, listen carefully; do you want/can sleepover at my place or do you need to go home? I completely understand if you don't want to sleep over since this is like the second time we tal--”
“Dream” chuckle, the cute, silent, smile bringing chuckle “you are rambling. And yes, I wouldn't mind sleeping at your’s. Just need to confirm with my mom,” he said as he took out his phone, shooting a quiet text to his mum While walking back to the car, his mom answers back, saying to just stay safe and don't sleep in since today it’s Thursday and tomorrow is still school.
Dream once again opens the door for George, hops behind the wheel, and starts the ride.
“Where are you taking me ?” Geroge looks at Dream, looking at how his hand grips the wheel, finger slowly tupping to the song that the local radio station decided to play.
“That’s a surprise, angel,” Dream says as he puts his right hand on George’s thigh and squeezes slightly. When George shifts, Dream immediately thinks he made him uncomfortable, and takes his hand off. When George grabs it and puts it back “I’m ticklish” is all he said.
They start to sing the songs, Dream louder than George, who is just humming, George observing his voice. His singing voice is nice. It isn’t pitch-perfect, but he can hear Dream enjoying it and his voice is nice so he is not gonna complain.
When Dream stops, he sees a patch of trees in front of them. He now runs out of the car, so he can open Dream’s doors for one. When he does so, he bows like the true buttler he is, when the taller one gets out of the car, he pouts, fake crying.
“I am the one who is supposed to open the door. Not you. That is my job” he puts his bottom lip out, Geroge not stopping his play looks up at him, cracking a smile.
“Are you really laughing at my misery, Gogy?” George frowns at the nickname and punches him lightly in the arm.
“Stop. Stop it. You brick…. And will you take me to the place? We just stopped in the middle of nowhere and it is lowkey scary here. Are you planning on killing me?”
“No,” says Dream as he pushes the trees apart, showing a nice clearing with flowers and a view of the sky.
“This is the place I wanted to show you. Will you go with me?” George nods. Dream goes back to the car, taking out a blanket so they have something to sit on and one to keep them warm in the chilly night.
Walking down the meadow, when Geroge stops them
“Can we be here? I like this flower” he says as he points to a small flower. Dream’s heart melts at the cuteness. He didn’t say anything, just put the blanket on, sat, and extended his hands for George. Geroge hesitantly sits between his legs, back pressed against his chest, Drema puts the blanket on them as he puts his hands on the smaller shoulders, imitating their previous position they had at the restaurant.
“I really enjoyed today,” Geroge said after they looked at the stars, solely enjoying their company.
“Me too, angel”