Brown-haired Emoboy - Dreamnotfound

Prologue

Author's note: i wrote this story ages ago, so it isn't the best thing i've written.

A boy named George Notfound was a part of the outcast. He was not sure was it the clothes or the hairstyle, maybe something else? But don't get me wrong, But he didn't complain. Occasionally, he thought it was the best for him. This way, he had no friends around at lunch, which allowed him to Take his sketchbook and start sketching an another picture of a new interest, or something that has been on top of his mind for a few hours. Basically he enjoys being a social reject.

However, the last couple of months have been out of his comfort zone. Instead of characters from his favorite movies and series's, he had been drawing this good looking guy that he saw couple of times everyday.

At this point, he knew every little detail in this blonde guys face.

George was not sure if some of the details he made this blond dude have actually existed, or did he make them up to make his beloved classmate even more good looking.

For the last time today, George opened his sketchbook to look at the maybe even too realistic drawing of this specific boy.
He felt heat rushing his face. That caused his cheeks to turn rosy pink. Now that he stared at it, he found a couple of nearly invisible mistakes. That made George want to fix them, he couldn't if he wanted to stay awake tomorrow.

But fuck it, who even needs sleep anyway? "Sleep is for the weak" is what they say am I right?

With that he tiptoed to the right corner of his room, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. He picked up his back from the hardwood floor, but how unfortunate, the fork he had used previously got pushed by his elbow. It made a sound that was clearly noticeable. To George's relief, neither of his parents noticed. With a deep sigh he continued picking up the back. When he got to his bed, he searched for a pencil case.

12 AM
Only five more minutes...
Twenty passed. Then fourty.
An hour. And an another. Everything was finally fixed.
Now he could sleep In peace.

The only problem was, that George had trouble sleeping. So many thoughts, all rushing around his head at once. Future plans, good ideas, random sentences to use instead of an another one, all automatically thrown away like a useless piece of paper. Where did all of these ideas go? If they once existed, they had to be somewhere. These thoughts were nowhere to be found anymore, just because they were claimed useless in George's head. It all depended on the quality of these thoughts. Bad ones are thrown away, so are the good ones and the ones in the middle. Only the greatest ones survive and are always to be found somewhere in the boy's sketchbook. Most likely these ideas were nowhere to be found. Now that he thought about it, his time on earth is very limited. If he didn't even have enough time to make the greatest of ideas to come true, how was he supposed to even think about drawing all of his ideas? But If they were important enough he would remember them after waking up in the morning. Right?
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Dream wastaken, almost as a social reject as George, liked playing video games. Like all of us, he has his own favorites. These are would choose Minecraft and the legend of Zelda.

But what did you expect from a emo kid who grew up with creepypastas? That's what I thought.

He has pretty stereotypical mind of a teenager, everything sucks and there is nothing you can do about it.

In his head anything those straight white girls did was just straight up monkeying. Same with the straight white cis guys. What is the point of comparing your dick's length to an another guy's penis's?