I Am a Familiar Creak In Your Floorboards

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(Hellloooo this is my first ever fanfic so I really hope you like it. This chapter and maybe the next few are set when they are kids, so that's why dream is called clay at the beginning but don't worry he'll explain/ get the nickname dream by the end of the chapter :) Sorry for any mistakes or anything like that, hope this goes somewhere AHHAHA)

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                                                     George's POV

The football, breaking the tips of the grass as it rolls it's way over to me.

"Hey! Can you pass it back over?" shouted a boy who could look like he could easily tower over me even from that far.

I look back down to the ball and give it a nudge in the direction it came from.

"Thanks." He called out, trying to overpower the sound of the wind howling by.

I stuffed my hand back into my pockets and swerved my way back inside the warmth of the school buildings.

With My deep brown hair blocking my vision, I couldn't see a thing.

"Ow! What the hell man, look where you're going" figure in front of me said letting out a short frustrated breath.

I whipped my head up from my feet and looked up as my eyes traced the boy in front.

Black shoes, definitely a size too big, dark blue jeans and a yellow shirt

But I stopped before I could reach his hair.

His eyes, a colour I'd seen before, a colour that covered the world for me

A pair of pale yellow eyes stare back at me, glaring into mine.

They were the prettiest eyes I'd seen, even if they weren't the colour I thought it to be.

"Oh come on now, quit staring at me. It's weird."

"Green..." I whispered back

"What?"

"Your eyes, I've never seen someone with those eyes before'' I called out "Well I see yellow but I know it's green" I gestured to his face as I glanced towards his hair. It was almost the same colour as his eyes and shirt.

"Uh...I don't think that's how colours work."

I could see him scrunching his forehead, looking at me as I did to him.

"That's how I see colours." I muttered back, but he didn't seem to register that I spoke back.

" Erm, I'm George" I spoke louder than before to get him to stop staring at me.

"Oh... Sorry," he blinked "I'm Clay"

He stuck out his hand and grabbed mine to shake.

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                                              Clay/Dream's POV

"So how does it really work then? Do you like, memorise the different colour names and stuff? Also you're not from around here, you sound different from the rest of us, where did you come from?"

"I-I- that's a lot of questions," He chuckled back."Well first, my mum tells me that I have something called colour blindness, where my eyes don't see the right colours. These things are called Cones in my eyes," He said, pointing towards them, "They are supposed to detect colours, but they do it all wrong."