What A Wonderful Nightmare

The Perfect Seat

 George's POV

"George, be honest with me. Have the nightmares come back?"

The question caught George slightly off guard. To be honest, he forgot Sapnap ever knew about them. Sapnap was so worried about him when he found out, he didn't want that again. 

I have to lie. He can't know.

"No! Seriously they aren't back it was just really hot in my room last night. I haven't had one of those nightmare since like sophomore year or something". George tried his best to sound as genuine as possible in order to protect his best friend from carrying the burden of his issues for the millionth time.

"Are you sure?" George was subconsciously fidgeting with his hoodie strings as Sapnap asked. 

"Yes I'm very sure" George unlocked the car door and rushed out of the car to avoid any further questioning. George was a terrible liar and he knew it. He never had to lie to his parents, they were already gone once he got to the age of lying through forced smiles and sneaking out to go to parties full of the most odd varieties of people. His aunt couldn't give two shits where he was unless she needed money. He could walk out at 12 am and not come home until after school the next day with no consequence. He would know, he has done just that with Sapnap a handful of times.

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George walked into his third period class already wanting to get down on his knees and beg for the world to send him home. What he didn't know is that if that had happened, his life probably would have gone a lot differently from this point forward.

As George walked into the dull colored classroom he noticed something different but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The walls still looked a dull beige, the blinds were all pulled halfway up on the two windows just as they were every day, the desks hadn't been rearranged from the five by four rows that were in almost every damn classroom in the building, even the musty smell of people coming from gym class was there as disgusting as ever. So what was different?

Thats when he saw him. A tall dirty-blonde haired boy sitting in Georges normal seat. The perfect seat placed at the back left of the classroom next to an always empty seat and far from the windows. Directly under the air vent which felt like absolute nirvana to George in the midst of the thick hot air of Orlando Florida. 

The boy sitting in the perfect seat looked up at George with nervous glossy yellow eyes. Subtle freckles laid across the boy's cheeks like sand and the top layer of his dirty blonde hair was slightly swaying from the AC vent above him. The two seniors stared at each other with an uncomfortable and uneasy feeling that was filling both of their stomach's as the eye contact continued for what seemed like forever to George.

His eyes look like a dull yellow to me. Im assuming they are actually some sort of green than due to my colorblindness. What a shame, I bet green is a beautiful eye color. 

George finally makes his way toward the unfamiliar boy. Sure, George didn't exactly grow up in Orlando or even in America, but he had been here for five or six years now. He thought he at least knew most the peoples faces. George reluctantly began to speak but was abruptly cut off by a somewhat deep but gentle voice.

"Im guessing by the way you are staring at me that I stole your seat?" the boy said. His voice left George shocked for a second, but only a second. It was a warm sound that reminded George of the feeling he got when hearing Sapnap's laugh for the very first time in 7th grade gym class.