Dream POV

As I woke up still holding George in my arms, I realized he was still asleep. I decided to sit with him tell he would wake up. I remembered the conversation we had. He opened up to me. In away he never did before. We had talked about childhood before, but I just figured his dad wasn't around. I never really asked. I know I shouldn't but I feel bad for him. But pity is the last thing he wants. I feel he just wanted to move on. But I felt there was more to tell.

I really wish I could of been there for him when it all started happening. I didn't know him, but I hate the thought of him being alone. When he was talking to me, I wanted to cry. But I had to hold it in... for him. I knew if I cried it would make him uncomfortable. He wouldn't want to talk to me about these important things anymore. Does it change how I view him? A little. Which I hated myself for. Every time I hold him or do anything with him, I wonder if I scare him? If he trusted me? I know he told me a lot of things he never told anyone, but I feel like there is more he's hiding.

As he slowly woke up turning around to greet me, he gave me a smile and a quick pec on the lips. I smiled back as he stretched and woke his mind up. "What your watching me sleep now?" He chuckled.

"How could I not, your a masterpiece." I told him. It was true, he was. He smiled at me digging his head into my chest. I pulled him closer and closer. I never wanted to let go.

"Dream... I love this, but I can't breath." 

"Oops, uh sorry." I let him go a little still keeping him close. He chuckled as he looked at me. Then continued putting his head on my chest. This time I made sure he could still breath.

"You can still breath right?" I joked. 

"Shut up" He said not moving his head but letting out a small chuckle. I liked joking with him. I normally won.

"Wanna make out?" I said teasingly.

"With your morning breath, no thanks." I looked at him with no expression on my face. I was trying so hard to keep a straight face. but I had a funny idea. I quickly jumped on top of him tickling his whole body until I had him trapped to the bed.

"Would you like to retract that statement?" I asked very cocky. He looked me in the eyes for a second deciding what his answer would be. But he chose wrong. He shook his head left to right. Giving me the go away to torture him more. I tickled him some more before holding down again and breathing in his face. He faked gagged at me. Or at least I thought it was fake. I acted like I was going to do it again but instead I went in for a kiss. He kissed back looking disgusted after. He laughed as I got off of him.

"I think that was enough torture." I told him.

"Look you said it not me." I huffed before getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen, after I brushed my teeth of course. 

"What would you like for breakfast Georgie?" I looked in the fridge to find little to no food in there. "Never mind what breakfast places are around here? I can go pick something up." George walked out of the bedroom chuckling at the words I said. I looked confused as I didn't understand what he thought was funny.

"You don't know how to drive here silly. I will go pick something up. What are we in the mood for? Huh?" He asked smiling at me. I realized he was right but how hard could it be, right? It was only the exact opposite of driving in America. Either way I was actually really craving biscuits and gravy right now.

"I could go for biscuits and gravy. What about you?" He looked at me confused.

"Uh... I don't really know what that is. Anything else?"

"Biscuits and gravy! You have never had that before?" I was shocked by the fact.

"No, I haven't... what is BisCuiTs anD GrAvey" George attempted to say in an American accent.

"First of that's an awful accent, and get dressed your taking me to the grocery store. George rolled his eyes and agreed.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- P.S- You guys seemed to like Freddy so I brought him back to say hello!

When we pulled up to the grocery store, George seemed stressed. I didn't quite know why but I figured he had a reason, so I asked.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. He looked at me as we pulled into a parking space.

"So how do you want to do this?" He asked I was still confused. Do British people grocery shop different then Americans?

"What do you mean?" He looked at me like I was stupid. He didn't mean it but, it kind of hurt.

"Do you just want to walk in, together? Both of us?" Now I looked at him like he was stupid.

"It will only be a few minutes, and no one knows what I look like. We will be fine." He still seemed worried.

"What if they recognize me, and they ask about you?" He said seriously. I knew he was worried. But I wasn't. I also wanted to be in public with him. We couldn't be romantic because George isn't outed to the whole world yet nor do I think he wants to be. I respected that. But I also knew we would be fine.

"They won't. We will be in and out. It's also only 8 in the morning on a Tuesday. What wierdos would come at this time." He chuckled at my comment.

"Us. But your right. It will be fast." We sat for a moment before he decided to get out of the car. We walked inside to a pretty average looking grocery stores. "So what do we need?" George asked.

"Well my mom used to make this all the time when I was younger, and I just picked up the recipe. So I remember most things. Your going to need to lead me around the store. I need basic things like flour, sugar, butter, milk, eggs, and a few other things for the biscuits. But we also need stuff for the gravy as well." I told George. He nodded leading me down isle by isle letting me pick what I needed and put it to the cart. Everything seemed pretty normal. Definitely fancy, but nothing totally crazy. Until we reached the eggs.

"Why aren't the eggs in a fridge?" I asked genuinely confused.

"You don't need to refrigerate them you know?" That shocked me even more.

"What?!" George looked at me annoyed.

"God the American school system has really failed you, hasn't it? And keep your voice down. They may not know your face but people know your voice. I nodded agreeing with both statements. I walked around finding more weird things. But I kept thinking about the eggs. Until a new unfamiliar voice started talking.

" Oh my god. Are you George? From the Dream team?!" A teenage girl asked. She looked to be 16 or 17. I could tell George was freaking out.

"Oh um y-ya I am." He said nervously. I gave him points for even being able to talk at all.

"Oh my god! Do you think I could take a picture with you? My sister and I are big fans of yours! She would go crazy seeing this!"

"Uh sure. Ya I can. But after this me and my friend have to head out."

"Um... do you mind taking the photo?" She looked at me. I shook my head yes praying I didn't have to talk. I took the picture hoping after that she would leave.

"Thank you, it was so good meeting you! And thank you for taking the photo for us. What's your name?" Uh oh she talked to me. I was waiting for George to answer for me, but he didn't he was in shock. I had to act fast as I left the question unanswered for too long.

" Oh UM my nAme iS TomMy!" I said in my best British accent raising my voice, She looked at me like I was psychotics, but it was better than her finding out who I was. George stood still for a moment I just sat and laughed at what accorded.

"Wow that was a close one huh?" I whispered to him.

"I told you that would happen." He said mad. I new he was upset but I decided to leave it there. We had almost all the ingredients we needed. We collected the rest and he checked out ignoring me the whole time. I couldn't touch him as it would anger him more. I had to wait a whole  gruesome 10 minutes before I could talk to him. He put the groceries in the car not even looking at me. When we finally go into the car I asked.

"George what's wrong?"

George POV

I woke up to the warmth on my back feeling comforting. I felt his breathing as I opened my eyes rolling to see him staring at me. I smiled at him realizing he hadn't moved and stayed with more for who knows how long. I reached my head up giving him a small kiss and a smile. I slowly stretched my arms out as I woke myself up for the start of the day. I cuddled close and he squeezed me tight. I couldn't breath for a second but I liked it. He let go after I asked him to, missing the feeling. I laid back down digging my head into his chest remembering how I opened up to him last night. I felt free. Like a weight had been lifted off my shoulder. We had a small conversation as I joked around with him a little. Somehow it lead me to be trapped on the bed him tickling me waking me up even more. I teased him not giving into his wants of an apology. But I definitely got punished for it. He tickled me more breathing in my face. I literally gagged from how bad it smelt. He laughed at me and leaned in for a kiss. I enjoyed it not really caring his breath smelled like a dirty sock. But I had to keep the act going or else he would get too cocky. I looked in disgust causing him to get off me.

"I think that was enough torture." He said laughing.

"Look you said it not me." I told him smirking. He got up out of bed running to the bathroom, to brush his teeth. "No come back!" I said in a whinny voice. He ignored me leaving the bathroom when he was done heading to the kitchen. I loved that tall dirty blonde haired boy more than anything. I sighed o satisfaction of our latest encounter, and of last nights too. As I zoned back into reality I stepped out of bed walking out of my room.

"What would you like for breakfast Georgie?" I sat leaning on the door frame before walking in the kitchen. By the time he got there he looked at me giving me the eye. Kind of like my mom used to do when I did something stupid.

"Never mind what breakfast places are around here? I can go pick something up." I found it funny how he must of forgotten he wasn't in America anymore. Driving here is different. He still looked confused. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You don't know how to drive here silly. I will go pick something up. What are we in the mood for? Huh?" I asked him. He sat and pondered for a moment before saying something I've never heard of.

"I could go for biscuits and gravy. What about you?" He said. I really had no idea what that was. I knew a biscuit was something Americans had. It was a type of bread I think. But with gravy? That sounds awful.

"Uh... I don't really know what that is. Anything else?" I said truthfully hoping he had something else in mind because that sounded disgusting.

"Biscuits and gravy! You have never had that before?" He seemed very shock by this.

"No, I haven't... what is BisCuiTs anD GrAvey" I said with a perfect American Accent.

"First of that's an awful accent, and get dressed your taking me to the grocery store." I felt betrayed by his words, I have a Great American accent. I didn't really want to go to the grocery store, but he insisted.

When I pulled into the parking lot of my local grocery store I got worried. I realized this was our first public interaction with each other. If people knew it was Dream they would go crazy. We have been of the grid for a few days now, and only Sapnap knows where we are.

"What's wrong?" Dream asked pulling me out of my thoughts. I didn't really know how to respond to this question because I wasn't really sure what to say.

"So how do you want to do this?" I asked. It was the best I could come up with at this time.

"What do you mean?" He asked clearly not getting my question.

"Do you just want to walk in, together? Both of us?" I asked him. He looked at me confused. I didn't quite get what he didn't understand. People could recognize me and him. Causing so many problems for the fandom, and especially us.

"It will only be a few minutes, and no one knows what I look like. We will be fine." He told me trying to reassure me, but I wasn't.

"What if they recognize me, and they ask about you?" I was truly worried someone would come up and ask. People knew who I was and even more knew of him. I get spotted a lot now a days, its possible someone in there could spot me too.

"They won't. We will be in and out. It's also only 8 in the morning on a Tuesday. What wierdos would come at this time." I let out a small chuckle at his comment. We would.

"Us. But your right. It will be fast." We sat for a moment before I decided to get out of the car and he followed. We walked inside to a empty store which helped me feel a little better. But I still wanted in and out as fast as possible. "So what do we need?" I asked a little nervous still.

"Well my mom used to make this all the time when I was younger, and I just picked up the recipe. So I remember most things. Your going to need to lead me around the store. I need basic things like flour, sugar, butter. milk, eggs, and a few other things for the biscuits. But we also need stuff for the gravy as well." I nodded at him as I lead him down each isle letting him grab what he needed and helping him when he asked. I was still nervous fidgeting with my fingers and biting my lip. I showed him around and he seemed shocked at a few things. Especially the eggs. I won't lie, the words that came out of his mouth were pretty stupid. It was ok he still looked cute. I kept leading him around grabbing a few things I needed for myself as well. I had calmed down as we neared the end until we were greeted by a girl who I didn't know. A fan. I was frozen. I was thinking of all the problems we would get from people knowing we met up. Hate, love, more shippers. It would ruin us. Maybe even our careers. 

" Oh my god. Are you George? From the Dream team?!" When she asked that I knew we were fucked. We were going to get exposed here and now. I really just wanted to run away. But I knew that would make the situation worse. I took a deep breath and said.

"Oh um y-ya I am." I stuttered a little but she didn't seem to notice. Dream did though, his eyes seemed to tell me to continue on. 

"Oh my god! Do you think I could take a picture with you? My sister and I are big fans of yours! She would go crazy seeing this!" She sounded really excited. Maybe to excited to address my 'friend'.

"Uh sure. Ya I can. But after this me and my friend have to head out." I said trying to speed this up as fast as I could. The sooner we finished this the less chance of being exsposed.

"Um... do you mind taking the photo?" She looked at Dream and he looked at me. What was I supposed to do? He shook his head yes taking the phone and taking a quick selfie of us. I smiled at the camera and also at the fact it was almost over.

"Thank you, it was so good meeting you! And thank you for taking the photo for us. What's your name?" I literally froze. I wanted to melt to the ground and just disappear. I wanted to answer for him because if not we would get caught. Then he started talking.

" Oh UM my nAme iS TomMy!" He said in the worst British accent I have possibly ever heard. What the fuck Dream. I was right. After they walked away he made a comment, but I wasn't listening.

"I told you that would happen." I couldn't even bare to look at him let alone speak. I ignored him as we grabbed the rest of our items checking out and heading to the car. I had calmed down a little but I was still upset and he noticed. I angrily put the bagged groceries in the trunk making sure to express my rage.

"Whats wrong?" Dream asked pissing me of even more.

"Did you really just ask what's wrong?!Dream, what are we even doing." Dream looked hurt in the words I said.

"Wh-" Dream tried to speak but I cut him off.

"No I'm talking not you! Dream you fly down here with nothing. We act like this is the greatest  and most perfect situation that we have been in. But it's not its fucked up! You don't live here Dream! We barley know each other outside of our online selves. You don't even have clothes here for gods sake. And what about our jobs?! We have been of the grid for the past few days! No one knows where we are except Sapnap! WHAT DO OUR FANS THINK?! It's not like you can just stay here forever. Did you think about that?! I can't act like this is going to work like this! Because it's not." I let all of the anger I had over the past few days that he has been here out.

 "I've been thinking about this for awhile. Maybe we rushed things. We went to fast... maybe we need to slow down." I felt relieved to have said what I said. Dream is spontaneous, a go with the flow kind of guy. Me? I have plans and purposes in everything I do. I think if it will benefit me or not. And this? Does this benefit me? Dream looked as if he was about to cry. I felt bad, but I didn't want to lie to him any longer. I couldn't act like this was working.

"I- what do you want to do then." Dream said calmly. I expected him to go into a full on rage, but he didn't. He just stared at his feet. I took a deep breath and pulled out of the parking lot.

"We will talk about it when we get to my house." I said. This hurt me, because all I ever wanted was Dream. Now that I have him. Is it what I wanted? I was confused. I wanted answers, and I was looking in the wrong place.

Hey guys! I was not motivated to write these next chapters, but I did it. I'm not a big fan of them, but they are important. I think that I will post the second one soon so you are not left on to much of a cliff hanger. Hope you enjoy! Also thank you so much for 800+ reads I really appreciate it!!