DreamNotFound- Is there hope for us?

"I'm still sad that you won't take us to Florida on your private jet" I joke with a dramatic sigh as we unclip our seatbelt's. We had taken off and at the point where it was safe to do so.

"How many times do I have to tell you George" Dream groans "There is not a bright green private jet sitting in my back yard"

"I only saw your garden and night time, it was too see if it was there. So you have no proof it isn't there" I counter.

"And you have no proof it is there" He fights back.

"Exactly so until proven wrong, the possibility shouldn't be knocked out" I say crossing my arms.

"That is weirdly the most intelligent thing I've ever heard you say" He laughs.

"Shut up" I say nudging him.

"I'm going to be stuck on a plane with you for eight hours. If this isn't torture I don't know what is" He groans.

"Hmm. I know something worse" I shrug.

"Oh yeah?" He asks smiling already knowing I was about to make a dumb joke.

"Hypothetically, Okay" I start trying not to cut myself of with my own laughing "Imagine planning and building an inescapable prison for the most dangerous person in the world. Only to then be locked in it yourself, being forced to live on raw potato's to stay alive"

"Hardly inescapable" He smirks.

"It took you long enough to get out" I roll my eyes.

"If you try hard enough you succeed eventually" His smirk only gets wider "That's how I know you'll fall for me one of these days. Whether it's in one year or ten it will happen"

I grab my earphones putting them in staring at him with a blank expression. 

Play it off.

Inside I was all over the place but I don't show it.

"Georgie don't ignore me!" He pouts.

I struggle to hold back my smile and turn away from him.

"Whatcha' listening to?" He asks leaning over to see me scroll through Spotify.

"505 by Arctic Monkeys" I tell him.

"Good song" He hums going leaning back into his seat.

I offer him the earphone closest to him. "Here take it loser"

"Thanks" He smiles putting it in his ear.

We listen to music together, sharing a few words about the songs we liked and disliked.

Corpse's iconic song starts playing.

"I'll happily choke you George" Dream laughs.

"Please do" I play it off as a joke but my mind was running wild. I would say I've haven't fantasised Dream doing things like this to me before... but... I have...

"When we get home" He winks. "I'm surprised you listen to corpse"

"I like his music and he's my friend. I listen to your music some times and that's unbearable" I say sarcastically.

"You love my voice really" Dream uses a deeper voice than normal, leaning towards me.

Fuck yes. I do.

"I'm going to suffocate if you don't contain that ego of yours" I say unable to look at him as I push him away from me.

He laughs.