What A Wonderful Nightmare

It All Started In 7th Grade

                                                                                     George's POV

Darkness. That's all George could see when he opened his eyes, drenched in sweat and overwhelmed by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. George didn't even realize how fast his heart was beating. George's throat felt raw as if he had been screaming for help from the dark abyss of nightmares he had almost every night.

What time is it? It's so dark I can't even see my own hands in front of me.

George lazily reaches over to his bedside table to check the time. His phone screen flashes on illuminating George's face, scaring away the darkness that he was surrounded in seconds earlier.

4am? Why the hell did I wake up at 4am? Oh right.

Just as quickly as the phone screen had pushed the darkness away from George, the screen timed out. Leaving George to sink back into the darkness and pools of sweat across his sheets where his nightmare engulfed body had laid moments earlier.

I'm guessing I had another nightmare based on the wetness of my sheets. Like usual I don't remember what it was about. I very rarely do, and I would rather not remember them anyway. The nightmares must be bloody awful if this is how I continue to wake from them.

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"You are such an embarrassment! Cut it out people are staring!"

Sapnap was being as obnoxious as usual this morning. Pulling up to the high school with the windows down and music blaring as George folds into himself with embarrassment from the passenger seat.

I need to start looking for a new ride to school

"C'mon gogyyyy you're no fun. It's senior year who the fuck cares what people think at this point"

Says you mr. popular

"Yeah well some of us aren't lucky enough to be captain of an national champion soccer team" George laughs as he grips the handle of the car door, preparing to avoid eye contact with everyone like he does every other day. And week. And month.

George reluctantly pushes the car door, ready but not really ready for the day to come. But it doesn't open. He tries again. Same result. George feels the corners of his vision go blurry, fading to a hazy black. He pushes harder and harder at the door to no avail.

Fucking open! Why won't you let me out? Let me out! Let me out!

"LET ME OUT" the blackness that was creeping in from the corners of his eyes had now completely blinded him as tears started to build in his eyes.

"Hey! Dude chill out the door is still locked just unlock it no need to be-" Sapnap is cut off mid-sentence when he notices a tear fall onto George's dark blue jeans.

"George..?" Sapnap's voice is fueled by confusion with faint whispers of concern hidden behind his breath.

"I- I'm sorry. I didn't get much sleep last night so I guess I'm just a bit on edge" George says, accent heavy but voice low. George and Sapnap have been best friends since middle school when George had moved to America halfway through the 7th grade. His parents passed away in a tragic car accident a couple years prior to the life changing move. George had no other family back in Brighton and was forced into foster care for the years between the accident and the move. After dreadfully going from foster family to foster family, he was given a choice. He could stay in the never ending cycle of the foster care system, or move to the United States as an exchange student and live with his aunt in Orlando Florida. He chose the latter. Long story short, His Aunt wasn't who he thought she was. Shortly after moving in and without time to adjust, he already had to start attending school. That's when he met Sapnap.

"Hey your voice sounds funny!" a black haired boy with average height, high confidence, and sweat stains under his arms called out to George. George was in his 5th class of the day, gym. He hated it.

Great  another person asking about my voice already

"Oh um yeah I um I'm new, I moved here from um Brighton."

"What does that have to do with having a funny voice?"

"Um do you know where Brighton is? Its in the UK. My 'funny voice' is just a British accent"

"Ohhhhh that makes sense!" Sapnap snickered." Would ya like a cup of tea good sir?" Sapnap said, trying desperately to hold back laughter as he poorly mimicked a stereotypical British accent. Within seconds Sapnap couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, hands on his knees and head hung over.

Normally George would have been bothered by this comment, as he was earlier when he was practically asked the same thing. Something was different this time though. Something about the laughter was flooding his ears like a song you wanna play on repeat. Soon George was the one holding in laughter from behind his pale hand tightly covering his mouth. He hadn't laughed in a long time.

"My name is Sapnap"

"Mine is George"

"Cool"

"Yeah...cool"

The interaction didn't seem like much to George at the time, but over the coming days Sapnap would wave to the young British boy in the halls and even come up and talk to him from time to time. It meant a lot to George, as much as he didn't want to admit it. Soon they were hanging out for hours on the weekends when Sapnap didn't have soccer practice. Over the course of 7th grade weekends turned into weekdays and hours turned into days. George would go to Sapnap's soccer practices and games almost daily. Sapnap was his only escape, his only safe space.

Sapnap was his best friend.

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                                                                        Word Count: 943

HI!!!! Thank you so much for reading. This is my first time ever writing a fanfic before so I apologize if it isn't that good at first, I'm learning :) Im not sure how often I'll be updating the story at first since I am assuming it will take awhile to get a read. But no more than a few days in between! Hope you guys are doing good:) feel free to ask questions and I'all answer them as best I can <3