little talks # dnf

prologue

Hello, Author here! I hope you enjoy this story! It is roughly based off the song Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men. Go listen to it if you haven't! Anyways I hope you enjoy- consider giving this a favorite if you like it... I projected a lot on George in this so don't mind, thank you! <3//

November 1st 1997

George walks up the stairs of his house, they creaked every few steps due to the house being old. He sighed quietly running his hand along the empty houses old walls making dust stick to his fingers. He steps up the last step looking around.

It was a considerably large house with a lot of windows, it was quite beautiful in an old vintage kind of way. It had old green and white wallpaper that was slightly peeling at the top. The wood trims of the house were beautiful and even though they were old they didn't look as worn as the rest of the house.

The house was his, he owned it. It felt so strange.. his grandfather had left the house to him after he passed away a few months back. He wasn't used to calling it 'his house' it was always 'grandpa's house'. He missed the old man dearly, him being gone really didn't feel right. He knew deep down he was gone and the house was in fact his.

George's feet clicked against the old wood floor as he walked into what he planned to be his bed room. It was a little eerie seeing his soon to be room big and empty.

It used to be his grandfather's room before he became glued to the couch downstairs watching the Tv. He was in too much pain to walk up the old creaky stairs. George remembered having to help him get things from upstairs when he was young. He would bring them down and get his payment: a good old hair ruffle.

George sighs softly and that's when he felt to arms wrap around his waist; he gasped tensing up before looking over his shoulder it was his boyfriend Clay. He looked beautiful as the sun streamed through the window making him look like an absolute angel to George.

"You idiot!" He huffs angrily, making Clay laugh.

"Did I scare you Georgie~" he cooes kissing the brunette's cheek softly.

"yes, yes you did you jerk!" The brit huffs turning around in his arms. He wraps his arms around his torso resting his head on Clay's chest "I hate you sometimes" he mumbles

"Love you too George" the dirty blond says cheekily, his emerald eyes sparkling with mischief.

George sighs kissing his nose "idiot" he mumbles

Dream rolled his eyes playfully before ruffling George's hair up. He sighs happily "Can't believe this is all ours! We have the whole house to ourselves!" He grins.

"Yeah, I guess it is pretty unbelievable" he lets out a giggle "it's perfect" he leans into Clay's side laughing. Clay nods sighing softly.

George and Clay met in high school, they were high school sweethearts. Pretty cliche right? They had lived their happy ever after and had been together for four years already. It seemed like a perfect relationship but it wasn't always. Nothing is perfect... nothing.