(rewriting) Paper Planes // dreamnotfound

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Dream jolts out of bed at the sound of his blaring alarm clock.

6:39 a.m.

Great, I'm up early again. Wonderful. School doesn't even start until eight o'clock.

He stands up, turning off the horrid sound of the small red clock next to his bed. Feeling groggy, the blonde changes into clothes for school, deciding to wear his signature green hoodie, blue jeans, and running shoes. 

Heading out the door, Dream grabs his wallet and keys, followed by a loud yell to his mother telling her that he is off to school.

Without waiting for a response, the boy quickly heads outside to drive to school. The time is now 7:23 a.m. with school not even starting for another 37 minutes. Sighing, he walks around the empty hallways, looking into each of the different rooms. Redwood High School has many different clubs, probably around 50 of them, yet Dream still hates it there. As the captain of the football team as well as an above average academic student, he often feels the pressure and expectations others place upon him. 

Dream is someone that is looked up to by other students, as well as the teachers, for being such a positive and extroverted person. 

What can he say, he's a delight.

Walking through the halls, Dream notices a poster for the study abroad program, and remembers that his school is getting a new exchange student today. He quickly walks towards his classroom, eager to meet this person and have a fresh start with someone that doesn't know him.

He peers into his classroom, met with the sight of a brunette boy silently reading a book in the desk next to Dream's. Before walking into the classroom, he carefully studies this boy and his side profile. He is thin and has perfectly kept hair, Dream would almost be jealous if his wasn't also so nice. The light from the window next to him shines brightly onto his skin and illuminates it perfectly. 

Walking into the classroom, realization hits Dream as soon as he sees the boy's whole face. This isn't just any foreign exchange student, this is someone he knows all too well. Someone he had spent the whole previous summer with, until he went MIA and cut off all communication with Dream.

George Smith.

Dream looks at the pretty boy, his heart almost stopping when the brunette looks back. He sees a subtle hint of confusion in the boy's eyes for the few seconds he looks back, then he averts his gaze slowly back to his book. Dream takes a seat in his desk, which is apparently next to George's. For the first week, he was a bit confused why that desk was empty.

The blonde steals occasional glances at the boy, wondering whether or not he will start the conversation. Maybe he feels bad for cutting all ties with Dream?

Dream hears movement coming from him so he quickly turns to look at him, the brunette's eyes focused on a piece of paper. Is he ignoring me?

Or maybe he just wants Dream to break the silence first? He knows the blonde, knows that he's good at this stuff, but why?

He watches quietly as George's small and dainty hands carefully fold a piece of paper into an airplane. The room feels empty, as if the walls are caving in on top of Dream. He gains the courage to open his mouth and talk to him.

"Hey, George," his voice comes out excitedly, with the littlest trace of fear that he knows George won't catch onto. He notices the boy's head turn to him with a confused expression.

"Do I know you?"

His voice sounds harsh and cold, or maybe that's what Dream just thinks it to be. There is a hint of hopefulness in his eyes, though, something Dream is confused of. His eyes seem to be glaring into the blonde's soul, looking through and judging him. After all, he does know his secrets.