Lost boy | dnf

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Dreams pov:

It's Monday and I'm finally allowed back to school! I basically slept the whole weekend and I felt like my normal self again. I can't wait to see everyone, especially George.

I need to reschedule George and I's plans for food and a walk, since last time I ended up in hospital.. I'll talk to him about it today.

I showered and got changed into some black pants and a big grey hoodie with a cool red design on it. I paired my outfit with black high top converse and some rings. I noticed that George stares at my rings often so I'm hoping it's because he likes them.

I arrived at school and I had English with George for first period. I walked into the class and spotted George so I started to walk towards him. His face lit up as he saw me, I didn't tell anyone that I was coming back today.

'Dream! I missed you. School is so boring when you're not here' he whispered as the teacher started her lecture. It was more of a quiet voice since he's really bad at whispering.

I smiled, 'I missed you too, Georgie' I saw him blush out of the corner of my eye.

We had a boring lesson of learning about Shakespeare and context links from some of his works. Although it wasn't very interesting, it went rather quickly. English has never been my favourite, I prefer maths.

George, Sapnap and I had science afterwards. We learnt about animal cells in biology and messed around a bit. It was now time for break, I couldn't wait to see everyone.

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'Dream you're back!' Wilbur said as we sat down at the table 'nice to see you buddy'

We all decided to grin and bare the cafeteria food today as it was too much effort to drive anywhere. We all shared lots of jokes throughout the break and my cheeks hurt from laughing so much. I could see how comfortable George was with the group now, it's like we've known him for years.

It was the end of break now and I wanted to catch up with George quickly before our lesson. We were all walking in separate groups and duos across the campus. I brought George out of a conversation with Karl about his nail varnish and brought him around a corner.

George's POV:

I couldn't help but notice how nice Karl's nails are. He always has different colour combinations, today they were white and purple. I guess he saw me looking as he started walking towards me,

'Hey George! What's up?' He said, amused.

'I like your nails Karl. How do you paint them so well? I think if I tried I'd get it everywhere.' I said while admiring them.

'Would you wear some? I can do it for you! I'll bring some in tomorrow and I'll paint yours for you.' He said, speaking quickly due to his excitement. He put his hands on my shoulders since he was a lot taller than me. At this point he was jumping up and down like a child, he looked so happy.

I giggled, 'Yeah! That would be so fun' I said with a smile. I've always wanted to try nail polish, but I've never had the confidence to do it. Karl suits it so much and it always compliments his outfits, if I don't like it I can always take it off. He gave me a big smile and removed his hands off my shoulders to make sure I wasn't uncomfortable. I've learnt that Karl's love language is touch, I'm not a very touchy person but it makes me happy when others are to me.

Dream came walking up from behind me and placed his hands on my waist at an attempt to scare me. Let's just say, it definitely worked. A small shriek crept out my mouth and both Karl and Dream laughed at me. I ducked my head in embarrassment and let them keep laughing. He kept his hands on my waist and I had mine crossed over, on top of his.

'Can I steal him for a second please Mr. Jacobs' he said while smirking.

'He's all yours' Karl giggled while walking to join Sapnap and Quackity.

'Hey George,' he said as we walked behind a wall in the corner. 'Can we reschedule our lunch and town tour? I still want to show you some pretty places I know' he said while fiddling with his hoodie sleeve.

'Yeah of course. I have a free period at the end of the day, what's yours like?' I asked.

'I have football practice but I'm still not allowed to play for a week. I'll meet you at the steps at 2pm' he said, excitedly.

We both walked together to our next classes which I was hoping would fly by but also calm my nerves a little. I'm not sure why but my butterflies intensify when it's just Dream and I.

We had Art class now. I sat next to Dream at the far back corner. Sapnap, Karl, Quackity and Bad were also in this class but opposite the isle, in two pairs.

Today's class is based on identity. Our project is to create a piece based on the identity of our seat partners, in any way we like. The project is going to be our homework for the next 2 weeks and we have to do it from observation where possible, therefore Dream and I will have to spend a lot of time together outside of class. We need to create something specific to our partner.

All of the class started scribbling down ideas of how they wanted to display their project. I went down the road of colour and portraiture while Dream focused on places. I held back a laugh as I saw his poorly drawn British flag.

When I think of Dream, I find myself seeing different personalities of him. There's funny Dream, caring Dream, competitive Dream, flirty Dream.. the list goes on and on. I think if I could associate each personality with a colour then I could create a piece based around how they all come together to create Dream as a whole. This would also give me an excuse to spend time observing his emotions and expressions so I can paint them.

Dreams POV:

I enjoy painting landscapes, portraiture isn't really my thing. I thought about how George's identity links in with places. My first thought was obviously England, maybe by spending these 2 weeks finding out about him, I could see if there's any significant places that he associates his identity with.

I decided that a sunflower field was a potential lead. Now where can I find one to take him to?

The class went by really quickly as we were all running through ideas and jotting them down. I'm happy with where my projects going and I can't wait to start.

Now we have an hour of maths before George and I meet. We're in the same class but I'm at the back and George is at the front. I usually stay behind for a few minutes to see what we're doing next lesson so I can have a head start.

Maths went by super fast and I finished up my talk with the teacher and headed down to the steps to meet George.

There he was, in his soft looking jumper with his arms hugging his body. He looked so pretty with the 2 o'clock sun shining on his pale face. His brown eyes lit up with highlights from the sun, accentuating the beautiful oranges and yellows within the brown.

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