NAKED - dreamnotfound

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the bright pink instagram logo faded to a white screen, pulling up the newest posts from people that dream happened to follow.

he clicked on his profile, eyeing his recent post.

dream was your everyday famous blonde model.

with golden locks that flowed over tanned skin that held faint freckles when doing an up-close shot, the 21 year old got plenty of attention by strangers on the internet who enjoyed his pictures that his managers posted publicly.

dream clicked on the comments, cringing at the top ones.

dreamfan_: omg have my kids bby

lilyisdream: daddy omfggg

ravensdiary_: is that your bf?!

dream narrowed his eyes, clicking off the comments and staring at the picture.

the blonde was sat with his legs spread out, his arms crossing his chest and gripping onto his shirt as he gazed down at the floor. on the background wall, a glimpse of a shadow was seen from another person. obviously male, based on the structure.

of course, his managers probably did this on purpose. stirring up new drama was always something they were interested in, yet dream always turned them down.

recently, they had been begging the blonde to stage a relationship with someone, but dream refused to do it. his reason was no one he knew would suit it, nor would they be willing to.

dream wouldn't be willing to, either.

the blonde clicked off his phone, tossing it beside him on the bed before getting up, heading to the bathroom to get ready.

he usually doesn't go out on his own, since his managers say it could be dangerous, but today he felt like going out by himself.

he was an adult anyways, who is to say he can't do what he wants?

dream trailed over to the mirror, placing his hands down on the sink to study his appearance.

eye bags that were easily covered with makeup were fully visible, making him seem more vulnerable than he has ever felt while during a photo shoot.

he chuckled lightly at the messy bed-head of hair before running a hand through it.

the blonde brushed his teeth and put on deodorant, throwing on an old band tee and some ripped jeans before heading out the door.

he stared at the mustang parked in his driveway, deciding against driving and taking the scenic walking route instead.

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george threw two of his bags over his shoulder, dragging along his suitcase full of his clothes and personal items as he trailed down the sidewalk.

after just being kicked out of a hotel, his whole body felt heavy with the extra weight added onto it, and the brunette boy felt as if he was about to crash on the pavement and start a big scene where strangers rush up to him and ask if he's okay.

being the introverted, 5'8 male he was, george preferred to not have that happen. he would rather struggle silently as the weight of his bags wore him down and strangers only gave him odd, sympathetic looks.

he kept his eyes on the pavement below him as he made his way to a near bench to rest.

when the legs of the red bench came in view, he picked up his pace as much as possible before ramming head first into the chest of another human on the sidewalk.

"ooufh!" the male who george ran into let out, stepping back as the brunette dropped all of his bags from the impact.

"shit, i'm sorry!" the guy uttered, leaning down to pick up the bags as george sat back, glaring at the stranger.

the brunette acknowledged his blonde hair and tanned skin, but didn't continue looking to get anymore details as the blonde picked up george's bags and handed them back to him.

"these are kinda heavy," the stranger noted as he held them out for george to take.

"i guess so," george shrugged, shying away from the boy.

"suitcase too? you running away or something?" the blonde chuckled, pointing at the luggage george dragged behind him.

"er, you could say that," george replied, rubbing the back of his neck in response to the blonde's questions.

"i'm dream," he extended a hand.

george reluctantly accepted his hand, giving a firm shake before pulling away. "george."

dream gave the brunette a friendly smile.

george shrunk into himself internally, feeling the taller blonde's gaze burning into his skin as dream studied george's body.

"so what's up with the luggage?" dream asked.

george let out a small breath. "i got kicked out of my hotel."

dream raised a brow in question. "kicked out?"

"couldn't afford it," the brunette sighed, the overwhelming feeling of vulnerability engulfing his self esteem.

the blonde sat quiet for a moment.

"well, i have a big apartment and no roommate."

george raised his eyes to the blonde's bright green ones. "what?"

"i mean, you could stay at my place. i'm quite lonely there anyways."

the brunette inhaled quickly, looking the blonde up and down before making his final decision.

"i guess that would be nice, yeah."