It was finally happening.

For years when this moment was spoken of, the intense longing is what would be most depicted in the telling of the story.

And those telling would be correct, because Dream and George had been waiting for a long time.

For so long they had waited, for so long had they longed to be in front of each other, instead of whispering secrets and confidences through the screen.

And at that moment, all their anticipation, all their times of hopelessness, were nothing but memories, because the brunette was on the plane to Florida.

He sat there, his opposite colored eyes peering idly out of the window as he approached the land, a small smile on his face.

Finally, Georgenotfound would be in Florida with his best friends.

The final surprise for the fans, the final chapter of their lives, because not only was George there, he was there with the intent on staying.

The house had been purchased, the rooms furnished.

Dream had been the first to move into it, he'd been the one to pick it out.

George was meant to be the second one there, Sapnap the third.

It was all set.

The final secret kept from the world.

At least that was what George's friends thought.

They thought that, finally, they would be able to breathe easily. Having each other at arms length for support and companionship, they would finally be able to do everything together.

Dream and George would be able to face reveal.

Or, that's what his friends thought.

They would see soon, George thought with a sigh.

They would understand his hesitancy to reveal his face to anyone, his apprehension and anxiety being stronger than that of Dream's any time the subject was brought up.

Dream would be first, the brunette realized.

He was always the first.

First friend.

First business partner.

And the first person he found himself being able to love.

George would do anything for Dream, he was his best friend, after all.

And Dream would be there to accept George no matter what, the two always having an open mind about everything, allowing no room for hesitancy when one of them came to the other to confess something or vent.

George had gone to Dream when he found out that he was gay.

Dream had come to the brunette immediately after finding out he was pan.

And the lengthy talks about feelings, stress, and anything in between that stretched on for many sleepless days had reached an uncountable amount.

That's why, now that George was ready to reveal such a large part of himself to his best friends and the world, he knew that Dream had to be the first to know.

George was a Neko, a catboy.

With a long, fluffy tail and ears almost as dark as his brunette locks, George knew he couldnt hide this part of himself.

Nekos were extremely rare in their world, but not nonexistent, just considered... borderline unnatural.

George scrunched his nose up at the thought.

Nekos were always looked down upon, or else gazed at hungrily, as though they were a meal or science project. Or a freak.

He had long since learned to do away with the glares, had taught himself to throw away the negative comments along with the rubbish he had grown bored with, and wash the snide remarks off with his morning shower.

It didnt affect him. He cared little to none about other people's opinions.

He did care about Dream's though. He cared about Sapnap's, too, of course, but it was different with his oldest friend.

Dream was always the first.

The first to gain his loyalty.

The first to gain his respect.

The first to gain his trust.

And he had proven to be worthy of it every day, with every word he spoke.

But, George had to remind himself, this was different. It wasnt the same as coming out, and it wasnt the same as admitting to crushing amounts of stress.

It was something that was more obviously a part of him, something that forced him to carry a reminder of his abnormality in the very way he looked.

And it frightened him.

George sighed, scratching at the small plush he'd brought along for the ride absentmindedly, letting out an amused chuckle as his uniquely long nails pierced the fabric slightly, making the toy bleed fluff.

The plane was descending now, and the brunette was pulling up the hood of his oversized hoodie.

'Dream', it said on the front, his friends name embroidered into the green that George could not see, a calling sign for his best friend.

The clothing fell past the middle of his thighs, brushing over his knees, and nearly hiding the tail that stretched out behind him.

This way, George thought, his friend wouldnt be overwhelmed with his differences.

Landing was mundane, and exiting the plane was slow. Baggage claim was inefficient, the employees stupid, but the brunette held the prize of seeing his friend for the first time close to the front of his brain, allowing it to power him through the processes.

Soon enough, he was walking through the airport, his phone in his hand, halfway hidden by the folds of a too long sleeve.

George had Dream's text messages open, waiting for the notification that told him where he was supposed to be headed.

It never came, however, and he put his phone away, walking around the airport and gazing around in awe.

It was different here in America, more than the obvious ways, that was.

There were restaurants in the food court, offering 'hot dogs' and 'fries'. It took him a while to realize that they meant bangers and chips. He'd laughed out loud when he did.

George walked around, weaving the best he could through the trunks and stressed businesspeople, trying to make it to the entrance of the building when he received a notification from his friend, at last.

I just got here, sorry, I was driving. Meet me at the entrance?

George rolled his eyes affectionately. It was very much like his friend to drive as safe as possible, especially when he was excited. Dream tended to do things more carefully when he knew he was being overtaken by strong emotions; he tended to be more deliberate.

He was almost there now, to the entrance, the door in sight as he began to take steps a little quicker.

And then... he was bathed in sunlight, taking in the Floridian skies from the ground for the first time, and sweating in the overwhelming heat for what he dreadfully knew wouldnt be his last.

And there he was, standing a few feet away from the door, dressed in his 10 million subscriber merch hoodie, his blonde hair bright and blowing in the wind: Dream.

George's heart melted as he was filled with relief and waves of happiness, seeing his friend at last.

"Dream!" he shouted, running towards the tall male, a wide smile overtaking his face as he sprinted.

The blonde man turned toward him immediately, a look of awe washing over his features, his eyes just as happy as George felt, and a grin to match his friends spreading over his cheeks.

"George!" he shouted back, only able to take a single step before he collided with his friend in a hug.

George buried his face in Dream's neck, laughing off the initial sense of excitement that filled his stomach, his arms wrapped tight around the blonde at last.

At last.

The last chapter of their lives began with an embrace they'd waited ages to indulge in.

Dream's head was in George's shoulder, his smile being too wide, but mind being too blank to form any words just yet, content with hearing the Brit mutter quiet 'Youre here's' in his ear.

They didnt break apart for a long time, the minutes passing as they continued to hold each other, content with being together, finally.

Dream's hand clutched at George's hoodie, his fingers curling around the base of the hood, pulling it off of George's head slightly, allowing his cat ears to spring up higher and more noticeable from the rest of his hair.

And then, they let go.

George stepped back, his arms returning to his sides as he tried to asses the blonde's reaction before it came, looking into his jade eyes for a hint of emotion.

And then, the brunette's tense body suddenly relaxed when he came to the realization yet again that the blonde would never judge him unfairly because of his differences.

If anything, Dream was the furthest from stereotypical, his mind being far too random for anyone to follow, anyone other than the boy who stood before him.

And in his eyes, all the emotions George was looking for were held.

Kindness, understanding, compaction, awe, admiration.

Dream was inspired. He was surprised, sure, but he wasnt disgusted.

A warm smile melted onto the blondes face as his eyes found George's once again.

And then, a single word was slipping from his lips, the first to be uttered since George had tackled him in an embrace.

"Cute."

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