New Friends, or Old?

Part 1 - Childhood

Characters - I just made up some names for the parents and from just a quick search I didn't find Dream's last name so we're sticking with them being the Was-Taken family!

Lili Davidson - George's Mother

Chris Davidson - George's Father

Darla Was-Taken - Dream's Mother

Tristan Was-Taken - Dream's Father

I know that they both have siblings, but I don't think I'll put them in. I might add Drista just to pick on the boys, but that would be it.

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Dream ran out his front door to meet his best friend that was waiting to play with him in the yard. Even with George being 3 years older than Dream George really liked getting to hang out with the younger boy, he was lots of fun and he liked getting the other the laugh as he sounded like a tea kettle. 

The two played out in the yard while their moms talked over a cup of tea.  

"Darla, Tristan and I have thought about this for a long time, and we think that George should learn about his family over in the UK. You and Chris have been amazing people to get to know, and Dream has been such a good friend to our boy." Lili started.

"So, you'll be moving then?" Darla asks her friend of the past 5 years.

"Sad to say so" The other responds.

"Well, I just hope the new neighbors are as nice." Darla says with a smile. "You guys will be missed for sure, and it will be hard to explain this to Dream, but I really hope you guys will do well with the move."

Lili hugs the other woman as she smiles back. "Thank you for understanding." Lili then lets go and looks out the window at the two boys play fighting together with not a care in the world. 

"Have you told George yet?"

Lili shakes her head. "No, but we'll have to. I just hope that he'll understand why we're moving. He was too young to remember when we first moved here."

Darla puts her hand on Lili's shoulder. "I'm sure he'll understand it, and even so he can't stay upset forever."

Lili lets out a little laugh. "I hope not."

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The two boys are running around the yard, Dream in front avoiding being caught by the slightly taller. They then ran around to the side of the house where they couldn't be seen from the road or the windows of the house when Geroge had managed to catch the other boy by taking a leap and tackling him.

Dream quickly turned so he was on his back and looked George in his brown eyes. George looking down into what he saw as yellow eyes. Both left speechless and slightly out of breath. Perhaps from the running, or maybe from the position they were in. Dream was the first to break the silence. 

"Um, you got me. You win this Manhunt George" Dream says sounding kind of awkward. 

George sits up so that he's sitting on the other's lap. "Sorry about that. I guess I got lost in thought." He then moves off of Dream's lap and looks at the grass, seeing that it was the same color as his friend's eyes. "Hey, you've said that the grass is green right?"

Dream stands and looks at his friend confused. "Yeah, it is. What about it?"

The older looks back up. "Are your eyes the same color?"

Dream then looks down at the grass, for two reasons. One to look at the color and think about it, and two to hide the slight blush that he was sure he was starting to get. Then answers after a moment. "I guess. I've never really thought about it or looked in the mirror with some grass." Dream kept forgetting that his older friend had some color blindness, and would do his best to try and help him with colors when he could. He couldn't imagine not being able to see greens and reds, green was his favorite color. 

George tried explaining it to him once, but it's hard to explain what you see as normal every day to someone that has a different normal when looking at the same thing. You just don't know what they are seeing and so you don't know how to describe it so they understand. Yet non-the-less Dream wanted to understand how his best friend saw the world and would keep trying to help the other at least tell the difference in the colors that he had a hard time with. 

George waved his hand in front of Dreams face. "Did I lose you?"

Dream looked up at George. "Huh?"

George laughed slightly. "I asked if you wanted to sit, you seem out of breath, and lost in thought." 

"Sure." Dream then sits where they were, with his back resting on the wall of the house, staring up at the sky. 

Geroge sits next to his friend and looks up at the sky with him. Then after a few minutes of nothing George looks over at the other boy to see him deep in thoughts, or well, as deep in thought as a 7-year-old could be, and decided to speak up. "You seem to have been lost in thoughts a lot today. Everything okay?"

Dream looks over at George and nods slowly. "Yeah, it's just at school we were talking about people that we really care about and I guess that has me thinking about some people that are in my life and what they mean to me."

"Oh, is that all?"

"Yeah, it just has me realizing that I care about some people more than I thought I did." Dream then leans his head on George's shoulder and closed his eyes. George didn't know what to do and just sat looking at the sky a bit more till he heard the soft slow breaths and slight snoring from the other next to him. 

He slowly stood and picked the other up in his arms careful not to wake him, and brought him to the house doing his best to hold him in his arms, only doing so because the boy was so light still. When he got to the door he had to shift the younger slightly so that he could open the it, causing Dream to cuddle further into George's chest, making him freeze for a moment worried that he woke the boy in his arms.

George looks at his and Dream's mom. "He fell asleep, I'm going to take him to his room and honestly might join him in his nap."

Dream's mom looks at the boys with soft eyes. "Do you want any help carrying him?"

George shakes his head. "No, I've got him." 

She nods to him. "Alright, just be warned he really likes to cuddle. You just might have to stay the night here if you're not careful."

"Thanks for the heads up." George says with a smile as he starts his way down the hall to the younger's room. Thankfully the door was already open so he was able to just walk in and place the boy on his bed. 

He then walks back over to the door, hearing the moms talking about what to him was boring mom stuff, then closed the door, moving back to the bed. The blanket that they would be sleeping on looked like a mix of bland yellows and grays in a pattern of triangles that made it look like a bunch of circles. Again, the yellows must be greens, George thought. Dream really likes the color green a lot.

Pushing off the thought George gets in the bed with Dream and almost without missing a beat Dream clings to the other, making him wonder if the boy was actually asleep or not. Yet the slow breathing and snores said he was. George smiles and wraps an arm around the smaller, just taking in the moment, closing his eyes and drifting off to a calm sleep.

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