I smiled. Behind his jokes and sarcasm, he really is such a genuinely sweet person. He's constantly asking me if I'm okay, distracting me if I'm not. He never pressures me into hopping on stream with him, calling him, going in discord with his friends, or literally anything. He always verifies that I'm okay with what he's doing. Like, every time he wants me to join discord to talk during a stream, he'll tell me everyone that's going to be in the room and make sure I'm okay with talking with those people. It's such a small thing, but it's something you don't see now-a-days. And honestly, it's just really attractive when people do things like that. So take notes boys because Dream is the type of boy girls want to date. If only I liked him in that way. 
                          
    "Clay, I want to do this. You're my best friend. I would've backed out by now if I wasn't comfortable. I'm ready, I know I am. Just don't blame me if I have a panic attack. This is my first face reveal after all," I chuckled to lighten the mood. 
                          
    "What should I do if you have a panic attack?"
                          
    And we spent the next twenty minutes discussing anxiety and panic attacks. I let him know what to do when I panic, but that it doesn't happen often. He also informed me that despite being cool and collected online, he sometimes suffers from anxiety which I never would've guessed if I'm honest. 
                          
    During the drive, Dream stayed on for a bit of the time. Then, he decided to hop on and stream with George who I was surprised was still awake. That kid needs to fix his sleeping schedule honestly. I hopped in the discord chatroom for a bit, then got bored of it when I couldn't see what they were doing in Minecraft, so I turned to listening to music or podcasts for a bit. 
                          
    The last hour of the drive was the most brutal. I was extremely tired and was scared that I'd fall asleep at the wheel. Dream kept me talking this entire time. He made sure there was not even a second of silence to ensure it was impossible for me to fall asleep at the wheel. I even had music playing on an iPod to softly sing along to songs while we talked. It was during this time that we found out way more about each other; things that take years to discover in a developing friendship. This whole trip—and I haven't even physically met him yet—has just made his and my friendship that much stronger. 
                          
    "Oh my god, I'm here. The GPS says I have arrived," I said shakily. I can't believe I'm doing this. I literally can't back out. He's going to see my face in the next five minutes. 
                          
    "I see your car. Aw a Lancer? What a cute car."
                          
    I could hear the sarcasm in his tone, "Don't mock Jessica. She's better than your filth. What do you have? Oh I see it. A Toyota RAV4? Pathetic."
                          
    "Don't talk about Sam like that. They've gotten me through a lot."
                          
    "Sam?" I questioned with a chuckle. 
                          
    "I wanted to give them a non-binary name," he said in a soft, quiet voice. 
                          
    I could feel my heart tighten. That is, oddly, the sweetest thing I've ever heard. 
                          
    "Is it okay if I come outside, Caelum?" 
                          
    "I-I, um, yeah."
                          
    "Okay, I'm going to open my front door now. Do you want to hang up?"
                          
    I chuckled, "Sure?"
                          
    I clicked the red disconnect button and lowered my phone from my ear. I stared down at my hand and saw it shaking madly. I dropped my phone and held my hands together tightly to try and stop it, but I don't think anything's going to stop it until I get Dream's reaction to meeting me. 
                          
    Out of my peripherals, I saw the front door to his house open. When I looked over, I saw Dream standing there in all his glory. He was really tall and almost was the height of the doorway arch. I knew he was 6'3" or 6'2" or something like that, but I didn't really think all that much into how short I—who is 5'5"—would look next to him. I'm going to look like a child regardless of actually being months older than him. From where I was standing, I couldn't see much. He smiled at me and waved. God was his smile perfect. That fucker probably had braces when he was younger. He leaned against the door frame and stared at my car with a gleaming smile. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tee shirt that looked like his minecraft character. I wonder if he could see me. My windows were tinted, so I doubt it.