F.O.O.L// DreamNotFound AU

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The history repeated itself. Dream would come back home in the middle of the night, drunk with himself or with Caoimhe. The night came by slow as he stared into the pit of the dark blue sky. He could hear the moans and giggles dying for it echoed through the corridor. He kept his bedroom door open in case of emergency. He listened to his breathing, the moans, and the white noise from outside. He was sprawled on top of the sheets, his legs in a number four(4). His breathing was hot and his body was cold but it wasn't colder than his lifeless heart.

His heart has been through a lot. It has been abused, it has been loved, it has been neglected and also smashed into tiny pieces. George was worried about himself. He wanted to get out of here and leave everything behind yet he still doesn't want to let Dream go. He wanted to be with Dream until his face is wrinkly until his hair is gray and until his last breath because that's how love works, right?

Tonight was not anything better. Moans and groans there and George crying here with no one but his tiny bit of hope and him. He hoped that Dream still loves him even though it's crystal clear that it doesn't. Everything went upside down in an instance. That's how crazy life is. The tears got out without George's permission. His face was neutral and unreadable. His eye bags and the dark circle grew noticeable in his eyes. This week was a whole mess. He noticed his wrist bone popping and his rib cage forming in his chest.

Did Dream replace him because he's ugly?

Is it because he's fat?

Is it because Dream actually didn't love me from the start?

No matter how many times he would ask himself he is always responded with nothing. He sighed, defeated. He understood Dream though. Caoimhe is like a goddess with everything, anything. The moans were completely died down and were replaced with soft snores. George should be happy because tomorrow is his big day. His graduation. He could finally get into ease. Though he isn't for obvious reasons.

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The sun happily rose into the sky. The students gathered inside the stadium with their parents and families whilst George sat in his driver's seat. His head was placed on the steering wheel as he desperately tried to hold his tears back. He dreamed of this but it wasn't the right time. He wanted to lay in bed and forget about anything, forget about waking up.

An announcement boomed through the whole school saying that all students must be at the stadium. He obliged and got out of his car. The surroundings were empty for all of the students were already in the stadium.

He walked in some boys and girls scouts here and there. He got into his seat after ignoring some glances and stares. The ceremony started, they've said some things that he couldn't catch for his mind was full of nothing. A name was called. The name that he loves the most. Dream looked great as always. His blonde hair seeped under his hat. He smiled as he shook the teachers' hands before bowing and walking out of the stage. As he walked out his family and his friends' family gathered around him and hugged him congratulations.

He noticed Drista and as bad as he wanted to say hi and maybe a goodbye to her he can't. Not with all their family there but both green and brown eyes locked. Drista's face lit up and began running towards George. George chuckled and looked down as he got embraced into a warm hug. It felt so familiar. He hugged back, placing his head on Drista's shoulder because Drista is expectedly taller than him. Just an inch. They hugged for a bit before pulling away. George saw Dream's look from afar but immediately looked away, focusing on the happy moment,

"Gogy! Congrats! You're the Cumm Laude too, what the fuck I half expected you to be so dumb!" George's mouth hangs open as he placed a playful hand over his chest.

"That's messed up" he pouted, shaking his head.

"Yeah, no, I don't care. By the way who's with you? Dream's like... I don't know I'm sorry about him" she sadly smiled at him. As badly as he wanted George to be his sister-in-law but it looks like that's a bit impossible for now.

"Yeah... don't worry it's not your fault" he smiled as Drista nodded,

"So, who's with you?" She looked around a bit before returning his gaze to George. She could see the sadness in those dark brown eyes. She felt bad and the anger that seeped through her veins though kept her composure.

"Oh- I'm by myself" George smiled and tried to read her expression.

"I'll be with you! Please?" George choked on air as he tried to get a 'haha just joking' from Drista but he was responded instead with a determined expression.

"Are you sure? What about your brother?" George asked but Drista just waved him as George's name was called simultaneously.

"Oh my god! This is perfect. Just pretend that I'm your big sister because I'm obviously taller than you also congratulations" She rumbled as they both walked up the stage.

She grabbed the medals and slid them on George's head to his neck. George smiled at the crowd and bow down as Drista and he walked down side by side.

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George was going to the beach, treating himself again for a long time now. Drista already went back to her family but not without George thanking her over and over again. They parted ways with a sideways hug. The sun was already gone painting the sky with pink, blue, and purple hues. George couldn't appreciate the colors that much but he still thought it was pretty. Sometimes he wished to be like them. The sky. To just sit still and look pretty without problems and show himself to the world but instead he's a guy who always runs away and hides from everyone, scared.

He bought normal fast food and drink and sat on the sand. He knew Dream was eating in a fancy restaurant with everyone so he decided to not be a bother. The sand was semi-warm from the sun. The shore was far ahead from him as the night started to fall. He listened to the mixed sounds of the car engines, the waves, and the laughter of people echoing through the large place. He sat and eat, occasionally sipping on his soda.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He was confused because no one usually checks upon him. He opened his phone looking at the lock screen a message highlighted making the picture of him and Dream-lock screen- blurry.

Dream

Where are you?

Sent 7:56 

How dare he even massage George after all this time. Why did Dream even message him in the first place? Isn't he happy with the people around him? The answer is no. Dream might be neglecting George but he still missed him.

George felt all of the feelings hit him. It's mixed and confusing. He felt anger. He felt love. He felt jealousy. He felt depressed. He hysterically sobbed on the sand, pulling up his knees and burying his head on them. He just wanted to be at peace. He wanted to breathe like nothing was bothering him. He just wanted everything to be okay.

He hoped for everything to be okay.

Everything's going to be okay.