"I love you," he stresses, "but I despise your taste in music." I give him a lighthearted glare and shuffle into a comfortable position, even though we'd be at Phil's house in about 10 minutes. "Shut your mouth," I roll my eyes with a smile, "You love my music." I easily take control of the radio, playing my music that Dream scoffs at and calls 'basic'. It was 10pm in November and darker than I appreciated.ĭream scoots his seat back- I had driven previously- and starts up the car.
He locks the door behind us as I quickly get into the passenger seat of our tiny car. Before stepping outside, I pop on my shoes and lean up to kiss his cheek as a silent thank you. It was a dream come true.ĭream twirls his keys around his slim finger and smiles at me, opening our front door for me to walk through first. We formed our own family, living no more than an hour from each other. Once he graduated, I moved to his small town where I met his friends here, and soon my friends moved over from the UK as well.
No matter how many times I look at him, I never stop falling in love.ĭream and I had been dating since his senior year of high school. My lover's eyes meet mine, making the sparks shoot up through my toes to my throat like always. "Darling," Dream calls from the hallway, "are you ready to head out yet?" I put away my comb and grab my jacket from the chair, heading out of our bedroom. I didn't really mind, but sheesh I wasn't expecting it tonight. He had always known, as did all our friends, but never wanted to push. It wasn't even Halloween when Keith decided to ask me to use my talent for the first time. Keith is the character I put in place of Wilbur because CC!Wilbur doesn't like being written in angst.
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