stolen sweetheart // dreamnotfound

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{this is my first time ever writing a story so i hope you enjoy! also this chapter is a littler long then i originally anticipated, sorry!}

a few minutes of walking, george was met with a decent looking house with music blaring that you could hear a mile away. a few windows beam with changing colors that looked like sun rays. as the brunette walks up the door a anxious feeling overcomes him making him get some chills, and not because of the windy weather. it was the kind of feeling when you get shivers out of nowhere and they creep up on your spine or back. george quickly reminds himself what he's even here for, "okay, i'm only here to find maddie. that's it." the words come out in a very light whisper. a whisper only he could hear. the brunette walks closer to the door, and turns the doorknob clockwise very slowly revealing the party that laid within the banging walls. he never understood why his girlfriend enjoyed parties so much. it was just a bunch of people drunk waiting for a one-night stand. the aroma of sweat and liquor filled george's lungs as he closes the door behind him to prevent the cold air to interfere with the party. when george first entered the house it didn't seem too chaotic but as he looks around more it was overwhelming.

there was so many people, probably a person in every square inch of the house. most people were in the living room and the kitchen but there were people on the balcony above and in the private bedrooms, doing god knows what. "okay, i'm only here to find maddie. that's it." that one thought over swept his mind in a instance. even in highschool, george was never the "party animal" type. he enjoyed being alone playing minecraft or coding with his online friends quackity or sapnap.

george shuffles towards the huge crowd of people filling up the living room. the brunette glances at all the people just partying with their friends, living their best lives. george strictly at the three group of boys each one holding a mikes hard (I HAD TO LMAO) one of the boys was wearing a red and white baseball shirt with blonde hair and blue eyes. another one was a little shorter with a green collard shirt, brown hair and brown eyes. the last one was towering over the two with a red beanie and brown frizzy hair. just looking at the group made george feel so lonely, but how could that be if he's in a room full of people?

george finds no luck even finding one familiar face in the crowd of people, so he makes his way to plan B - the kitchen. george slides past a few groups of people. smelling exactly ever beverage they were drinking. george was never the drinking type either, he's gotten drunk before of course but didn't do it often. as he's still trying to make his way to the kitchen the people start gaining closer and closer until it's hard for george to slide past every single person. still attempting the walk through the crowd he suddenly hits a red solo cups out of someone's hand causing it to spill all over the floor beneath. "shit! i'm so sorry!" george thought if he didn't apologize any sooner he would get knocked out cold. the brunette looks up to whoever he was apologizing to and is met with a beautiful man. the mysterious man towered over his with his blonde hair covering his forehead and a little over his eyes. and his eyes, something you could lost within seconds. they were a smooth shade of green, well yellow technically to george.

george just stares in awe until he was interrupted with the mans voice "it's alright, you're lucky it didn't get on my shirt or i would definitely loose my shit." the brunette just lets out a breathy chuckle rubbing the back of his neck. "what's your name?", "oh, um george." the smaller man wondered why he wanted to know his name. he understands it's a simple question but he makes it seem like he wants to get to know him. "i'm cl-dream." the tall blonde stutters slightly "dream." george repeats, just to reassure and get to see how it sounded when he said it. when the brunette said the blonde's name it made his stomach fill with butterflies. just the way it smoothly slipped off his tongue filled dream with sensation. "um, sorry i-i have to go, but we can talk later?" george asks simply backing away from the taller male releasing the breath he didn't even know he was holding, "y-yeah! um talk to you later." in all honestly dream didn't want him to leave. george to him seemed so sweet and genuine.

so much for "i'm only here to find maddie. that's it." george had a girlfriend. but why was he feeling this way for a man? to be fair, he's never really thought about his sexuality before. but damn he was really thinking about it now. george finally reaches the kitchen after his little interruption. as he enters the vicinity of the kitchen he automatically notices someone holding a red solo cup talking to a group of people. "alex?" the man that was sitting down quickly turned his away in response to his name being called "george! i didn't know you were coming! want a drink?" the brunette nods slightly "i'm not here for the party, i'm just trying to find maddie."

"seriously? way to be a paaaarty pooper, well find your gIrlFrIenD" quackity emphasized the word "girlfriend" as if he was disappointed in george leaving for his lover.

lover.

the word felt so wrong to describe maddie. did george really want it? the thought ambush his head. n-no he wants it, right?

george had no luck for the last three areas of the house which was the game room, bar, and the backyard. the last option were the rooms. y'know the rooms that people go in to do.....it. george didn't want to just barricade the doors open so he simply put his ear up to the doors to try to get some info if maddie layed within any of them. george went up to all the doors carefully to observe anything was going on. george goes up to a different door and hears a very fimilar laugh.

it was maddie.

george sighed with a smile appearing on his face, it took long enough but george finally found her. he opens the door and it met with maddie laying on top of a man giving him a whole personal lap dance. what. the. fuck.

"m-maddie?" the word came out as a light cracked whisper from the sight he was seeing.

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❂ a/n - this is my first story ever writing so please give me feedback! i really appreciate if you leave any comments or critics on my writing so i can improve! if you are choosing to read this story thank you so so much! i'm not expecting this book to get crazy attention but one simple read means the world to me! love you <3

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