Parakeets

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Dream turned, his eyes meeting the brown haired boy with the heterochromic eyes.

"george-" he let out a light chuckle, george sat beside him
"i wasn't ignoring you, i broke my phone and couldn't remember your number, i desperately wanted to speak to you" george sighed looking up
"it's alright, how have you been?"
"tired, i found out my birth mother died so had to come back to london to sort it out"
"i'm sorry"
"i didn't know her, apparently i was the last surviving family member so despite me legally not being her son it still got left to me, the thieving buggers made me pay off all her debts despite never knowing her"
"the government for you" dream chuckled
"precisely, plus it's always bloody freezing here i just want to go back to florida"
"it's not that bad here george"
"considering you were born and raised in florida clay i half expected you to complain more than me"
clay shrugged continued to stare at the blue and green parakeet
"it's peculiar isn't it, how they live here" clay observed

"i never knew london even had parrots"
"parakeets but- yeah. They're got a big problem with them; especially in the outskirts. not many people know of it"
"they're pretty, almost too pretty to be somewhere as ugly as england"
"you sure do complain a lot"
"oh shut up"
"you're such an idiot" clay shook his head
George found himself resting his head on clays shoulder, something that caught him by surprise. George had never been this confident or quick to act in any of his past forms.

"You smell like fags"
"Wow george i know i'm gay but you don't have to pull out the slurs"
"no you jackass! cigarettes, you stink of them- wait you're gay?"
"Maybe because i smoke? and isn't it obvious"
"i mean, you're a bit camp but some boys just are like that"
"never been described as 'a bit camp' before but i'll take it"
"i'm gay too before you get offended"
"no shit sherlock"
"OI!" george playfully punched dream and the two giggled

"have you ever had a boyfriend before?" george asked pulling away from clays shoulder
Dream let out a nervous laugh as he looked down at the boy that so closely resembled his previous love.

"yeah, i did"
"well he must be very stupid to have let someone like you go" george blushed, clays heart sank a little
"i wish that was the case, he passed away a while back"
"i'm sorry- god i didn't realise i shouldn't be so insensitive"
"it's alright, you were only trying to be sweet"
"what was he like? if you don't mind me asking"
clay smiled, looking down at the leaves that scattered the floor
"kind- he always knew what to say. He was british, always said the silliest things. He loved ducks and just was sweet like sugar but not overly sweet- the right amount" dream paused feeling his heart ache a little
"how did he- ..." george paused "die?"
"Heart attack-" dream lied "he died in my arms"

"that must've been awful, i'm sorry clay"
"anyway- moving on from that" dream chuckled wanted to move on from a subject that cut him deeply, "have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"Nope, not yet. Waiting for the right person" George giggled
"Do you think you've found them yet?"
"maybe, time will tell"

A/N

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