My imaginary friend//Dnf

Chapter 4

TW! Verbal abuse

I stared up at him in complete awe.
"Are we about to kiss right now?" He asked, with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Dream!" I yelled, and pushed him back. I missed this. He laughed and said,
"I guess you haven't changed much over the years".
"I have!" I said in protest, but in all honesty, I hadn't.
"Whatever" Dream said and began walking to the doorway. He picked up the frying pan, "What's this?" He asked. I was a little confused. He couldn't be missing for that long to not know what a frying pan is, right?
"It's a...frying pan?" I said. He just looked at me as if I was the stupidest person on earth.
"Ok Einstein. I meant to say 'what's it doing here', you know? Wait nevermind, you clearly don't." He said playfully.
"I- HEY. It's not my fault I thought you were a robber. I brought it in case I needed something to defend myself."
"What are you? Rapunzel?" He laughed. It was confirmed, his 'humor' definitely hadn't changed over the years.                                                                   
"Oh shut up" I said. He pretended to act hurt with a playful pout on his face. I couldn't help but laugh.
       
                               -♡︎-

3rd person POV
George and Dream were catching up, talking about everything they did over the years. They were laughing so hard tears began streaming down their faces.

But it all stopped when they heard a door slam coming from downstairs. George's dad, James, came home. George panicked and quickly said
"Get in the closet"
"Wha-" Dream was about to say but George shoved him into it.
He heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Act natural, George. He said to himself.

"GEORGE? Why the fuck could I hear noises?" George's dad said, with an aggressive tone.
"It's- Nothing." George said back casually, avoiding eye contact.
"Bullshit!" He spat. He pushed past George searching through his room until he reached the closet.
"NO-" George yelled but covered his mouth quickly.
"Why? What's in here?" But before George could answer, James opened the closet door to reveal a 6'3 dirty blonde boy cramped inside his closet. James's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I fucking knew it.." He said "You disgusting [f-slur], get the fuck out of my house". His voice started to raise.
"But-" George said
"NOW" James said, grabbing the disregarded frying pan from the floor. Dream quickly caught on, grabbed George by the wrist and ran outside, dragging George behind him.

                              -♡︎-

They ran for 25 minutes non stop, Dream looked back to see no one chasing after them. He looked over at the Brit who was puffed out from all the running, he was about to say something but before he could, George dropped on the pathway and tears began streaming down his face.
"George!" Dream sat down beside him and embraced him in a warm hug. This made George cry even harder, "Dream what do I do? He kicked me out. It's late and there's nowhere to go!" He began to worry.
"Hey, it's ok! Do you know why he kicked you out?" Dream wasn't there in the past so he didn't know why George's dad was like this.
"It's because he thinks I'm gay, he probably thought you were my boyfriend." George sniffled.
"Oh. Are you gay?" Dream asked.
"No! I don't even know why he thinks that. Maybe because I always bring guys home? I don't know" George wailed. Dream could tell he felt uncomfortable so he tried changing the subject, "Do you have any family to stay with for now?" He asked.
"No.. they're all in England." The Brit said.
"What about friends? That knows about your dad of course." Dream said reassuringly.
"I have Karl..?" George said lightly.
"Ok..Does he live far?"
"Kinda, but he it's only 45 mins to walk"

                               -♡︎-

When they arrived at Karl's house, the two knocked on the door to find a 5'9 brunette answering the door.
"George? Hey man!" He beamed "Who's this?" He smiled at the taller man.
"Oh! Uhm-"
"Clay, my name's Clay." Dream said, and gave George a reassuring look.
"Can we come in? I need to talk to you about something." George said. Karl could tell it was serious because George's eyes were still red from crying.
"Sure" Karl shrugged, and led them up to his room.

"So...this is gonna sound weird but…"
George started saying, but Karl put a hand Infront of his face.
"George, I literally believe in aliens and wanna become an astronaut one day to find them. Nothing is weird to me." Karl laughed, it's true, he did want to become an astronaut for that reason. He's also working on a time travel kit.
"Fine" George said "Clay isn't real, he's my imaginary friend from years ago and somehow came to life before my dad-"
"Hold on, you're going too quick, Clay's not real??" Karl asked, George nodded then added "Not before but he is now"
"Ok continue"
"And the dad came home, assumed clay was my boyfriend, then kicked me out"
"What a dickhead, I'm so sorry that happened to you" Karl hugged George while Dream watched in confusion. Were they always like this? Weird. He thought to himself, as he stood there awkwardly. When they let go, Karl turned to Drea- sorry, Clay, in amusement.
"So you're imaginary? What's it like in imaginary heaven? Can you die? Was it boring being imaginary?-" Karl was talking at 100m per second if it was possible.
"Uhm..yes?" He answered, overwhelmed.
"Karl focus, me and Dream need a place to stay, is it ok if we crash here for a while?" Karl thought for a second before saying,
"Sure, for now. I don't think Claire and Dianne will mind if I explain to them about the dad part" He smiled.
"Thanks Karl," George said, and bugged Clay, "Yeah, thanks a lot man" he said.
"But who's Claire and Dianne?" Clay asked, curiously.
"Oh! They're my adoptive mums."
"Oh ok" he smiled.
"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go ask them" Karl said excitedly.

As soon as he left the room, George turned to Clay and said
"Clay?? Who the fuck names their kid Clay-". Clay laughed before saying,
"I never had parents, I wasn't even real before, remember? But the name I was assigned by the system."
Oh. George thought
"And plus, who would believe you when you say my name's 'Dream'?"
"True-" But before he could finish, Karl came bursting in with the good news.
"You can stay! But we only have one guess room, so you either share or-" he began. George looked over to Clay who looked at George with equal embarrassment.
Shit.

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Word count: 1,119
Holy- 1K WORDS?!
Anyways, here's a spicy end 😏
Kinda sad? Idk. I like this chapter, might be my favorite so far.

Have a good day/night and remember to drink some water and eat food! <3