Today was the day. George's suit had been delivered. He tried it on to make sure it was fitting perfectly, which it was of course, seeing as it had been custom made. He looked at himself in the mirror whilst thinking about the dances he would be doing today. He was dragged out of his thoughts by the sound of his phone ringing.

He walked to his phone and saw it was Dream who was calling. He hesitated for a moment, but then answered.

"Hey George, you ready?" Dream asked. I'll be there to pick you up in an hour."

"Yeah, I'm almost ready." George answered, walking back to the mirror to adjust his tie. He also remembered that he needed to brush his hair so Dream wouldn't make fun of him.

"Good" Dream stated. "I'll see you then." Before George could answer, he hung up.

George rolled his eyes before walking to his bedroom to brush his hair. He was hit by a wave of nervousness once again. Did his hair actually look bad? Did he brush his teeth? He knew Dream would be looking the part perfectly, as usual. He didn't want Dream to be embarrassed by him, especially since they would be surrounded by fancy rich people.

George knew he needed to stop stressing himself out or he'd work himself up too much. He decided to make a smoothie while he had some spare time. He was in the middle of drinking it when he heard a loud bang on the door. His hand shook with the fright and some of the smoothie landed on his shirt.

"GEORGE, YOU READY?" Dream's voice boomed from behind the door.

George stared in shock at the stain on his white shirt. He was panicking so hard he couldn't answer Dream.

"George?" Dream called again. "Are you okay? What's going on?"

George slowly walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey George, what took so long?" Dream inquired. He looked down at George's shirt. "Oh you idiot."

Dream pushed past George before turning to face him. "Where's your bedroom?" he demanded.

"It's down the hall to the right" George muttered.

Before George could say anything else, Dream grabbed him and pulled him down the hall to his room.

Dream hastily opened George's closet and started rummaging through clothes.

"You have a spare white shirt surely?" Dream questioned, pulling clothes out and tossing them onto George's bed.

"Yeah they're in the drawers over there" George said, pointing to a small white chest of drawers on the other side of the room.

Dream hurried over. "Take off the wet shirt quickly, we're going to be late." he ordered.

George hesitantly took off his jacket, shirt and tie and waited for Dream to find a new shirt. It wasn't long before Dream found it and quickly made his way over with it.

"Put this on" Dream demanded, handing the shirt to George. "I'll soak the shirt in water before it stains."

George put back on his shirt, jacket and tie before quickly walking out to the kitchen. Dream was soaking his shirt in water in his sink.

"Finally" Dream spoke. "We have to get going George, we're going to be late."

Dream went out the door while George followed, hot on his heels. George paused briefly to lock his door, and then followed Dream to the car. Dream started driving before George could even close the car door. He drove as fast as he could, almost causing several car crashes as he went.

Once they arrived at their destination, they were stopped by a valet person on their way through the gate, who offered to park the car. They agreed and got out to walk to the door. It was a massive building with a beautiful large door leading into a ballroom.

"Names?" a large security guy said as Dream and George reached the entrance.

"I'm Dream, i'm here with George." Dream explained.

"So, you guys are together?" the large man asked.

"Yes, well not together as in, you know, together, but we are dance partners for the ball" Dream babbled.

"Whatever, just go in" the security guard said, motioning towards the ballroom with his hand.

Dream and George went inside, staring dumbfounded at the inside of the ballroom. There was a massive area for dancing, along with some steps leading to where a band was setting up, which was full of people with violins, trombones, cellos and harps. There was also a small area with beverages and snacks.

"This is amazing" George exclaimed, staring at the beautiful room as more people in fancy dresses and suits started to enter and crowd around. Dream smiled at how excited George looked.

George was drawn out of his trance when someone appeared at the top of the steps, holding a microphone. They announced that the dancing would begin in 5 minutes, and all dancers were to get into their spots. Dream grabbed George's hand and led him to their place in the dance floor.

"You remember what to do, right?" Dream asked George. "I don't want a broken toe again."

"Of course I remember." George replied. He leaned in closer and whispered in Dreams ear. "Also be on the lookout for the guy, we're on a mission here."

Dream nodded and the band started playing. Dream and George stood about a foot away from each other and bowed. They got into position like they practised so many times and started. George didn't even need to think about the moves anymore, they just came to him.

He stared intently at Dream as they moved gracefully across the floor. Dream stared back, both of them had forgotten the mission. Dream's hand guided George into various spins, softly pulling him back in to continue the dance.

Dream pulled them closer together until their chests were touching. Their faces were inches apart and they were both staring at each other. George could feel his face getting red. Why was he like this? The more they danced like this, the more George got this feeling in his stomach, like he was nervous and excited at the same time, like the feeling you get when you realise there's a loop in the rollercoaster you're riding.

The song finally ended and George breathed a sigh of relief. That was until he realised they still hadn't caught the suspect, or come to think of it, even seen him. Then again they weren't looking very hard.

George leaned in again to whisper to Dream, who seemed to be in a trance. Dream snapped out of it when he realised George was leaning in closer to him.

"We need to start looking for the guy, there's not long left" George whispered frantically.

"Yeah, uh right." Dream mumbled.

They started dancing again, this time keeping an eye out for the suspect. They swiftly moved around the dance floor, peering briefly at each man they passed. They were getting slightly panicked when they couldn't see any that fit the description, until George noticed a familiar face by the beverages.

"Dream! That's him!" George whispered excitedly, motioning with his head. Dream looked over and nodded, grabbing George's hand and leading him to the table full of drinks.

Dream casually poured a drink and handed it to George, before pouring another one for himself. He walked over to the suspect and started to strike up a conversation.

"Hey, are you the person who organised this ball?" Dream asked.

The man turned to look at Dream, smiling. "No, but it was organised by my good friend." He answered.

"Wow! Is there anyway I could possibly be introduced to them?" Dream inquired. "I'd love to tell them what a great job they did here."

"Of course, right this way." The suspect turned around and started walking in the direction of the stairs. Dream turned around to face George and hurriedly whispered "Go outside, get the police. I don't how long I can distract him." With that he quickly followed the suspect up the stairs.

George nonchalantly walked outside and immediately grabbed his phone. He called 911 and explained the situation, also giving them the address. They would be arriving in a few minutes, until then George would wait outside.

The police arrived and immediately went upstairs, putting the suspect into handcuffs and bringing him back outside. Dream followed behind with a hand over his nose.

"Dream? What happened?" George asked, swiftly walking to Dream to examine his nose. It was bleeding, the bright red blood running down his face and covering his hand.

"The guy punched me when the police showed up, he must of known I was only distracting him. It's fine though, i'm fine." Dream assured him.

George reached up to Dream's face, wiping the blood off of his face before it could drip onto his suit. "God Dream it's bleeding heavily, come with me." George walked over to the valet man and retrieved Dream's keys before locating Dream's car and getting in.

"I'll drive, you relax. Pinch your nose and hold it forward." George demanded. He put the keys in the ignition and drove himself and Dream back to his place.

George got out of the car first and opened the door for Dream. He carefully guided him to his front door, which he unlocked before they both entered. George immediately ran to his kitchen table to grab some tissues from the box.

George carefully removed Dream's hand from his face and held up a tissue, gently mopping up the blood. Dream smiled.

"What?" George asked.

"Nothing. I just find it funny how you're being nice to me." Dream answered.

George got another tissue from the box to replace the current one, still carefully placing it under his nose and slightly tilting Dream's head forward.

"Don't get too used to it" George said. "Are you lightheaded? Do you need a drink of water?"

Dream smirked briefly. "Really George, i'm fine. Nothing I haven't dealt with before."

George ignored him and walked to the fridge to grab Dream a bottle of water. He gave it to him and then went to find some wipes to take the dried blood off Dream's hands and face.

George frantically searched the house, eventually finding some wipes in his kitchen, stored away in a cupboard. He took one out and began to wipe Dream's face, leaning in as he concentrated. Dream laughed, crossing his eyes to look down at George's hand.

Once George was done wiping Dream's face, he moved to his hand. He carefully placed his hand under Dream's bloody hand to lift it slightly. He got another wipe and scrubbed Dream's hand and fingers. Dream smiled at George's concentration face.

Once George was done he looked up at Dream. "Why are you so smiley today?" he asked.

"I'm just remembering the ball from earlier" Dream admitted.

"What about it?" George asked.

"Nothing, I guess it was just fun." Dream remarked.

They looked at each other for a moment.

"Anyway i've got to go. I'll see you soon George." Dream stood up and started to head out the door. He paused momentarily and turned around. "Thank you, by the way." He quickly shut the door behind him and left.

George sighed. Today had gone by so fast. He was sort of sad that Dream had left so abruptly. They could have talked a while or something. No, they couldn't. They were just work partners. They had agreed to be friends just so they would stop arguing constantly. That's how it was always going to be.

George got into bed and checked his phone. He had a text from Dream. He opened it to see a picture of Dream's jawline with a small patch of dried blood. Under the picture Dream had said;

You missed a spot.

George cringed. He put his head in his hands as if he had to hide his face from someone, even though he was alone. He waited a few minutes before replying;

Can you not do it yourself?

Oh I can. I'd just prefer if you did it. Dream replied.

Why's that? George asked.

You're so gentle, it's nice for a change.

A change from what?

You being mean.

You deserve all the mean comments I say though.

Maybe I do. Do you mean them?

Yes, 100%

Sure you do. Goodnight Georgie.

George scoffed. Georgie? What was Dream playing at? He laughed it off before going to sleep.