F.O.O.L// DreamNotFound AU

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George, by himself, is a very average kid in school. He gets okay grades. Not low but not high either. Now, George has a best friend. Two best friends. Now, his best friends have very different personalities yet they're still the same. George loves them both.

Alexis or Alex but he prefers to be called Quackity. George and Quackity are like brothers. Not by blood but by heart. Quackity is a great friend although sometimes he annoyed George. George could remember those times that he and Quackity played tag, drawing scribbles on a piece of paper and they would judge each other's drawing with the most unfair and unreal scores. Too bad that Quackity and his family moved out and went to live in California. It was a sad day but thank God they still are intact with each other. They communicate through messages, calls, and playing Minecraft. They've told each other stories like Quackity having a crush. He told George how pretty the guy is and how hot his crush is and such talks that a normal school girl would say and George has also told Quackity his life in Florida. He told him everything about his school about his friend Dream-

Oh yeah, Dream. His real name is Clay but people call him Dream. George doesn't know why all of his friends have such weird nicknames. Dream and George's relationship is kinda... complicated. George and Clay are both sophomores in college. We all know that George is a great kid at school while Dream fucks everyone if he'd get a chance to and yes, George is included in that list.

Dream is originally from Florida so a lot of people know him since he's pretty much hot and a fuckboy. He was the one that toured George around the place \. Even though it was a dare Dream thought George is pretty cool. They're best friends and best friends only... with benefits. George is pretty happy because it's Friday. He can finally do anything he wanted to. He can maybe start his fresh assignments or long overdue essays so he could scratch it out of his to-do list so he could finally go out in a walk. It has been a while since he went out for a walk in the streets of Florida. He also wanted a new start so he thought that going for a walk would help. His past few days have been boring and very lonely. He would sometimes cry and sob in his room. Alone. in the dark. In bed sprawled on the fabrics as he stares at the ceiling.

Sometimes he'd rush towards his phone as he hears his phone call ring and the word 'Mum' on the screen just makes him excited to hear the voice from the other side. His mum's voice keeps him warm and loved. He couldn't wait for the time to come that he can finally hug his mum, again. Feel her loving kiss on his forehead. Just thinking about it makes him sob more. His mum is in jail. She was wrongfully blamed. He remembered that day. Even though he was still six(6) he could remember those last moments. He wanted to be with his mum again. Even though there is no way to bring back those moments and he still couldn't stop thinking about it.

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George stepped inside his classroom and immediately sat on his seat. His seat is beside the window in the very back of the room. George just thought that it was better to sit there that way he'd have more focus for the class.

The class goes by swiftly. George has listened all day to those annoying mouths that every professor has. He wrote a decent amount of notes in his notebook. His day wasn't boring but not interesting either. George couldn't care less about it though. All he wanted was to lay down on his bed, cry and sleep.

He hopped into his car and started to drive back to his apartment. The drive was fast and smooth, sometimes stopping at some red light. He parked his car in the underground parking lot under the whole apartment building. The building is old and looks a bit torn but it's livable which is the most important thing. George was never picky but Dream being there spoiling him every date. Dream has just made him feel pickier than ever but he's okay with what he has right now.

George practically ran up the stairs and clicked the button at the elevator repeatedly that it might explode. George's eyes were tired and heavy as he plopped on his bed. The soft mattress bounced as he did. He stared outside the window. The world outside was dark but it was lightened by the streetlights. The stars are faintly twinkling in the background. George stayed in the same spot for a few moments as he gathered a bit of energy.

George then got up and went to shower. He stripped his clothes, listening to the ruffling of the jeans as he rolled them down his legs. He turned the shower on and let it sit for a moment to heat up. As he did he looked at the mirror. His face stood the same. Pretty and clear but his eyes seemed to change. It's duller which George understood. His facial hair started to grow into a sheer beard so he grabbed the nearest razor and his almost empty bottle of shaving cream. He started to rub the shaving cream on the part where the facial hair is. He grabbed his razor again and started to shave his growing beard. He washed his face as he finished and checked his face in the mirror for confirmation.

"Nice" he mumbled and smiled at himself in the mirror. The mirror started to be foggy as he remembered that he needed to shower. He stepped in the shower and felt the warm water rushed down on his back. He sighed as he felt the sensation of relief. He scrubbed himself with the soap scrub and cleaned himself. He opened the bottle of shampoo with a click as he poured the fragrant liquid on his palms. He put the shampoo in his hair as he started to scrub his scalp with his fingers. He closed his eyes as he let the water washed the shampoo out of his hair. The room was filled with the beautiful scent of lavender when he stepped out.

He sat on his bed for a bit not feeling about eating tonight and scrolled through Twitter instead. He let his hair dry with cold air from outside. It was two(2) hours later when his hair was already damp. He turned his LED lights off and his lamp. He started to listen to the crickets outside as he looked out of the window. There's just something about the scenery that makes him think about things and yet again, his lonely mind landed on his Mum. His tears prickled the corner of his eyes. The lights that were once clear were now blurry. It's not long until he let out a small sob that was followed by louder ones. He badly missed his Mum.

He remembered the years that have passed. From six(6) years old to twenty(20) years old. It's been a long time. He cried and cried until his sobs became quiet and his eyes became heavy. He could see the blurry stars through his wet long eyelashes. It's not long until he fell into a non-peaceful slumber. His brows knotted as his eyes were closed.

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He woke up a bit horny from his wet dream about Dream. What a funny sentence. Thinking about his dream made him think about him not talking to Dream yesterday. He completely forgot for he let his body into the pit of sadness. He texted Dream a small 'good morning' before having breakfast, hungry from last night. He felt his phone buzzed after a minute or so and looked at the message. Oh, of course, it was Dream. They texted each other doing what they do.