Blue

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"My name is George, Georgenotfound." the boy said.
"My name is Clay, you can call me Dream if you want. Why is your surname "notfound"?"
"Because I got lost in the forest and no one will find me. I came up with that one while I was running away. Georgenotfound."
"But I found you so you might as well change your name to Georgewasfound." Dream said.
"Thats- thats not how it works, Dream." George responded.
"Oh come on." Dream teased. "I found you so it counts."
"No it doesn't. Shut up." George said annoyingly which made Dream laugh.

...
"Thank you for saving me, I would've died from those wolves." George thanked.
"Your welcome, George. You can rest here in my cottage if you want before you go home."
"How do I know if you put spikes under the blanket?"
"Why would I put spikes under a blanket? Thats where I sleep." Dream answered.
"Then if I sleep in here, where would you sleep?" George asked.
"On the chair. I don't mind sleeping there for a day."
George trusts Dream, he looked pretty convincing.
"Also, how did you find me?" George asked as he tucked himself in the bed.
"I was getting chased by a beast until I killed it, then I heard you crying from afar." Dream answered as he lit a candle for light.
"Oh? So my cry was loud enough. Hah. Never thought it would be."
"Shush now and go to sleep, I'm gonna go find food." Dream said.
George pretended to fall asleep when Dream was still in the room. He kept doing that until he left. Dream left the door open. George tried to close the door and reach the doorknob to lock it. He tried to reach it, but couldn't do it. He tried to stand up with one leg. And he locked the door.

"Hah. What an idiot." George said as he crawled to the chair. There was a pencil and a paper on the table. "He really thought I was some idiotic child to trust him fully. I just met him." George said to himself. He planned an escape route incase Dream does something wicked to him, he didn't know the layout of the place so, he went outside. He tried standing up, even if his legs are hurt, he needed to do it. He unlocked the door and walked outside. He looked if Dream was still there, he wasn't. He tried climbing a tree to see what the whole layout looks like. It took him almost 20 minutes to climb the tree. He saw the whole layout and decided to draw it. He climbed down the tree and walked around to see if there was some things he can use. He found a long stick that was thick enough to hit a person. He dragged the stick to the cottage and placed it under the bed. He found a few stones from the outside of the cottage, he placed it along with the stick under his bed. As he put the stones under, he spotted something. It was a hammer and a few nails. He used the hammer and the nail to make a little hole in the wall for him to peak in. One for each side. Finally, he placed the hammer and nails under the bed and closed the door, not locking it so that Dream knows he actually is asleep. Im such a genius. George says in his thoughts. Just as he was gonna go back to bed, he heard Dream's footsteps from outside. He quickly went back to bed and tucked himself.

Dream opened the door. "Oh. Hes still asleep." he said. He placed the bread he bought on the table. "Eat this if your hungry, I'm outside cooking if you want to talk to me." Dream wrote and put the note beside the loaf of bread. Dream left and closed the door. George heard him close it and opened his eyes to check. He tried to peak outside with the little hole he had created earlier, Dream was collecting sticks to probably make a fire and cook. George saw the load of bread with a note. "Eat this if your hungry, I'm outside cooking if you wanna talk to me."

"Wow. He has trash handwriting." George sarcastically said in his thoughts. "Who would wanna talk to a trash hunter with dirty blonde hair and with a messy ass face. Couldn't be me."
He remembered, he had lost his mushroom hat. He must've dropped in when he was running away from the wolves. He went outside just to see Dream cooking raw meat.
"Oh, your awake." Dream said.
"You don't seem so happy." George teased.
"What do I have to greet you with a morning breakfast or something? I'm not your mother." Dream laughed.
George rolled his eyes and sat down on the log beside Dream.
"Woah. Thats so much food. How did you get these in that amount of time? I could probably get only 1 pig in 40 minutes."

"Haha, I have mastered hunting. Its how I live." Dream said. It was suspicious that George knew how long it took him to get back, didn't he sleep?

"Wow, what a boring life you have." George said sarcastically.

"Thats rude." Dream said as he laughed. George started laughing because of Dream's tea kettle wheezes.

....

"After we eat, can we go back to the forest?" George asked.
"Why?"
"I kind of lost my mushroom hat when I was running away from the wolves."
"Its just a hat, you can just leave it there. It probably got eaten by an animal by now." Dream said.
"But.. that was given to me by my mother before she died.." George said while looking back to the woods.
"Oh.. I'm so sorry about that."
"It was the only memory I have of her.."
"I'm so sorry I didn't know. We can go find it later, after we eat." Dream said as he placed the cooked meat to a plate.
"Thank you." George said softly.

Maybe I was just overreacting, Dream doesn't look like the type of guy to do that. No. No. No. George, snap out of it! Its probably just an act so he can gain my trust. Which he can't. I need to be aware.

"So, when are you planning to go back home?" Dream asked as he prepared the plates.

"Never." George, with no hestitation answered.

"What do you mean never? You can't just stay here. Your family is probably waiting for you." Dream said.

...
"I don't wanna go back home.."