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First Day.

George woke up the next morning in his new bedroom in Mr. Dreams headquarters. He heard a subtle noise from the other side of his room. He sat up to see Mr. Dream folding some shirts and pants on the desk.

"Good morning." Mr. Dream said, smiling, "We have a meeting today in an hour. I'll meet you in the lobby in 45 minutes." He then turned on walked out of the door.

George got up swiftly and walked over to the clothes. He got changed into them, pulling on some black shoes. He went to his bathroom and brushed his teeth. He then fixed his hair in the mirror, trying to make it perfect. This was his first day on the job and he couldn't mess it up. He finished brushing his teeth, he grabbed his bag and walked out of his bedroom.

He walked over to the two big brown doors, opened them and walked down the hallway to the elevator. When he got down to the lobby he immediately saw Mr. Dream sitting in a leather chair on his phone in the side of the room.

George walked over to him. "Hello Mr. Dream." George said. Mr. Dream looked up. "Ah. George." He said," ready for the meeting today?" "I'm ready." George said, smiling.

"Great. But it's not for another 15 minutes, we could go get some food?" Mr. Dream said.

"Oh yeah! There's this really nice cafe down the road." George said, beaming.

Mr. Dream smiled. "Of course. Let's go there."They both made there way out of the headquarters and down the street. They both spotted the cafe across the road. George was going to run across the road when a car drove past, really fast.

"George!" Mr. Dream said, pulling George back by his hand. George looked back at him, stunned.

"Well this day started of great." George said, smirking," nearly got hit by a car!!"

Mr. Dream just rolled his eyes, but he did have a little smile on his face. One thing he didn't do was let go of George's hand. George didn't seem to notice at all, until he got to the door of the cafe. He tried to open it to realise his hand was being held onto by Mr. Dreams. Mr. Dream let go immediately. George pushed open the door, blushing.

They ordered there food and sat down at a little booth. "So, your from England I suppose?" Mr. Dream said.

"Yeah, but I moved here a few months ago." George said, taking a sip at his coffee.

"Mr. Dream?-" George started. "Clay." Mr. Dream said.

"What?" George asked, looking puzzled. "My names clay, call me clay. Not mr. Dream." He said, fixing his tie.

"Ok.. clay~" George said it in a way that made both of the go red. Once again Clays nose went more red than the rest of his face.

"Well. We better be going now." Clay said, smiling.

They both walked out of the cafe and across the road, looking both ways, George trying to not make the same mistake again. "Ok.. the meetings in this room." Clay said, pointing towards a big door to the left," just agree with everything I say I'm there, and don't talk unless spoken too."

"Yes sir." George said, realising what he had just said. He remembered that clay didn't like being called "sir". Clay didn't seem to notice this though.

Clay walked in first, George following closely after. The room was huge and about 10 people sat in the room along a very long table.

"Good morning Mr. Dream." A small man said.

"Good morning Arthur." Clay said, smiling. He sat down at the top of the table. He then patted the seat beside him for George to sit there. George sat down.

The meeting started with them all talking. Lucky for George, none of the people at the table seemed to talk to him. About 15 minutes into the meeting, Arthur, the man they had meet coming in, spoke up.

"So Mr. Dream, I see you have a new assistant." He said, looking at George, "Very handsome I must say, my daughter might get in touch."

George looked over at the other side of the room to see a blonde girl wearing.. revealing clothing. She waved at him, with a smirk. He smiled awkwardly back.

Clay coughed. "Well at the moment I think George is a bit occupied.. with work of course, his schedule is very busy at the moment." Dream had a look on his face. It looked mad. Extremely mad. George even went as far to call it a protective look, like he didn't want George to go near that girl.

"Well my Britney will be available whenever." The man said.

Clay nodded. "Well. I think that's enough for today. Thank you all for coming."

Before anybody could say good bye, clay had grabbed George's wrist and pulled him out of the meeting room. George stumbled across the floor after him.

"Clay-" George said. "That was horrible. How dare Arthur force you into that uncomfortable situation." Clay said, frowning.

"It was fine." George said, smiling. Clay looked down at him. He stared straight into George's eyes, as if he was reading his thoughts. "Okay." He replied.

"I'm just gonna go outside for fresh air.." George said. "Ok. I'll wait here" Clay said.

"Ok, I'll be back soon." George said, smiling and walking towards the back door.

He leaned against the wall at the back and rested. He was tired. He would probably sleep when he got back to his room. Then, the door beside George opened. There stood Britney.

"Hey George~" Britney said, coming closer to George. George stepped backwards, hitting the fence of the little outside area.

"You looked pretty cute in there, come on, don't be scared, give me a kiss." She said, now pushing George up against the fence.

George tried to move but was held back by Britney hands against his wrists. She moved closer to him, lips nearly touching his.

Suddenly, a loud noise from the other end of the little garden. "WHAT THE FUCK?" The voice shouted. George was to over whelmed to even look. He felt his lips being pressed up against somebody's, Britneys. Then, he felt the weight on his wrists loosen, and a punching noise was heard.

"George? Can you hear me?" The voice said, it was Clay. George felt himself being lifted up into somebody's arms. He felt better suddenly, not all the way better but he opened his eyes.

"Oh thank god George, I thought she had done something to you." Clay said, wiping his forehead.

"Sleep." George muttered.

The last things George remembered was him being put down on cold sheets. Then, a kiss on his forehead.