DreamNotFound:)

Thank you

A/N: I thought that picture was pretty fantastic. I've decided that people need good personalities to write good fanfics, and that's something I lack in, so maybe that's why I'm not good at writing:/

George's POV:

"Hey, I-" I looked up and saw a literally gorgeous, tall as hell, guy wearing a lime green hoodie. He was so fricking stunning that I forgot to finish my sentence. "George?" The man asked, I nodded my head awkwardly. "YOU'RE HERE!" He hugged me and I stepped back in shock before hugging his back as best as I could while holding my luggage. "I'm Clay, come on in I'm pretty sure Karl's painting Nick's nails." (*cries*)

I chuckled softly and followed clay into the living room where two familiar faces were sat around the coffee table. "George!" The brunette, who I remember is Nick, stood up and hugged me. "Hey! Your nails, careful!" Karl came up behind Nick and hugged me. "Hey guys," I scratched the back of my neck nervously. I heard my dad scoff behind me, "boys shouldn't be wearing nail polish like that, it's absurd," I turned bright red out of embarrassment and shame and looked down at my feet after mouthing a sorry to Karl and Nick. They both looked around awkwardly and Clay chuckled nervously. "Uh, here let me show you to our room. You're staying with me," he smiled down at me and helped me with my bags. He kicked the door so that it opened all the way. 

"I can help you unpack, or your parents can," Clay told me. "Oh, yeah thanks. Sorry, they're here, by the way, they insisted on helping me get moved in." He smiled and chuckled. "Woah! Dude your accent is so cool," Nick and Karl walked in. "You guys are the ones with the accent," I said with a laugh attached. "Woah, dude I never even thought of that," Nick brought a hand to his mouth and Karl started laughing at him. I chuckled softly and put my phone down on my desk then walked out with the guys to the kitchen where my parents were...cooking?

"Mum, dad, you can leave now," they both looked at me. "Nonsense, I'm making you boys some fish and chips for your lunch, then we're going to the store and getting you food to stock up your kitchen, it's so empty now. Plus I think a few throw pillows and an air freshener would do you boys good," I groaned and Nick and Karl both laughed. "You really don't have to," Clay told her. "Oh pish posh, go get to know each other and I'll call you out when the food is done." 

"Hey George, what's fish and chips?" Karl asked and sat down at my desk chair. Clay and Nick were both on his bed while I was putting my clothes in my closet. "It's what it sounds like, fish with chips, except my mum thinks it's better homemade than fast food," Clay looked up from his phone. "That's a weird food combination," I chuckled. "Yeah it's really popular in the UK, it's like a kiddy meal I guess." 

"Boys! Lunch is ready," I groaned and we all shuffled out to the kitchen where mom had four plates of fish and chips for us. "Wait wait wait, fish and chips is fried fish with...french fries??" I laughed loudly. "The thick ones are called chips, french fries are different from these," I held up one of the chips and threw it at Clay. He laughed and threw it back. 

"I'm going to the store now. Gogy, your dad is at the store right now and I'm going to meet him there. We'll be back in a few hours," I sighed and hugged her goodbye. As soon as she left, all three of them burst out in a clearly awaited laugh. "Gogy??!" Clay was wheezing like a tea kettle, which only made me laugh. By the time we were done with our food, I had laughed so hard I almost choked on my food and died. 

After about an hour of us messing around I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to see my parents with a bunch of shit. "Woah, you guys seriously didn't have to do all this," I muttered. "Speak up kid, no girl ever goes for the skinny soft-spoken one. Man up son," mom said. She's always on me about my mumbling. "Is He GaY oR EuRoPeAn?" I heard Nick sing from the kitchen, "He'S gAy AnD eUrOpEaN!" Karl responded, followed by Clay's inaudible wheezing again. "Those boys and their, gay, nonsense." Dad rolled his eyes and I nodded awkwardly. I helped them with the bags and unloaded the groceries while mom decorated the rest of the house. Eventually, they were finally done. 

They told me they were staying at a hotel that night and would swing by to say goodbye before flying back home. Good riddance. 

"Ew! Cancel them," Karl shouted from the living room. I chuckled and walked back to the couch where they were all sitting. "Yeah, they don't like my nail polish." Nick frowned and held out his hands. "Me neither," Karl pouted and did the same. "They did make us food though, even if you weirdo's call fries chips." Clay pointed out. "It's okay, you can say they're shitty parents and move on," I said after laughing, then pulled my phone out. "Psh...we never said that," Karl replied. "They are though." 

Dream's POV:

We played video games for the rest of the night until Karl fell asleep while cuddling Nick on the couch. George and I turned the game off and put a blanket over them both, then walked back to our bedroom. We got into our beds and turned to look at each other. "What?" George asked while chuckling. "Nothing, I didn't say anything," I smirked. "Yeah but you're looking at me like that," I blushed softly...for some reason, but I'm pretty sure the dimness of the bedroom hid that. "Hey, can I ask you something?" I sat up in my bed. "Sure," George replied. 

"I mean, I can tell your relationship with your parents isn't the best. Every time they said anything you kind of just, sighed, and looked like you were praying to god for it to be over," He sighed, "yeah you're right, can I trust you with something?" I nodded immediately. 

"My mom always wanted me to be some big-time football player with a business degree and a nice wife with multiple kids and a nice house in London. But she got me, a shrimpy kid with a few nerdy gamer friends, who's never liked a girl a day in his life, and wants to major in programming." I chuckled at his description of himself. "Ever since I decided I wanted to do programming at a University in New York, it's like it was the last straw for my dad. My mom keeps saying things like 'we're proud of you' and 'we love you' but I can tell they're only half-hearted statements to hide how she really feels. My dad hardly even talks to me anymore," 

I frowned and got up to go and sit with him on his bed. He opened the covers for me to get him, and looked up at me. "I'm really sorry," is all I could say. "It's okay, I have bigger things in my life I guess," I laughed. "I'm proud of you, and I really mean that." He smiled while looking up at me with his gorgeous sparkly eyes. "Thank you, Clay."

A/N: That awkward moment when you realize you've accidentally turned George's parents into your own:0