Mr Dream. DNF

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6.34PM, Bournemouth Street

George sipped on his milkshake as he and Dream walked down the busy street. Tonight was a lot warmer than their last date so there were many more people out. George glanced over at Dream and caught the blond staring at him with a sparkle in his eyes. Dream didn't even bother looking away, instead he smiled and grabbed George's free hand so they could tangle their fingers together.

The sun was just setting over the clouded sky and the street lights were slowly turning on. Restaurants were flooded with people enjoying their meals and drinking expensive things. They laughed and talked loudly like people without a care in the world. However as George and Dream approached they all turned to stare and quieted down, almost as if the two were deadly.

George smirked and held his head high as he marched past the gasping people who all turned to stare at them, intrigued that the people who started the riot in the city central would dare show their faces again. When they passed the expensive restaurants George let out a laugh he was holding. Dream chuckled and smiled broadly.

The road was very clean in this area of L'manberg. No trash anywhere, no homeless people, no signs of poverty. Yet if you took a thirty minute drive in any direction you would be met by dirty streets and rude people. Here everyone seemed happy, it was almost concerning how many people smiled.

They continued to walk until they made it to a steep hill; Bournemouth Street. It was were most of the richest people in L'manberg lived, and one of the safest. There was no crime, no break ins, no stealing. But this only made the couple want to wreck it even more.

Famous people lived here. People like politicians, celebrities, rich born people. No one who earned less than a million a year could even afford to walk here, let alone live.

The hill was incredibly steep however Dream managed to get a taxi to drive them to the top. As they ascended George took notice of the small bushes of flowers on either side of the hill. There were many flowers, some red, some white. All of them were blossoming in the early spring heat. George could hardly see the dirty area where he used to live, though he could just make out the top of the rehab centre that was close to the asylum were he used to work.

When the taxi stopped at the top of the hill George got out. He glanced at the tall black gate that separated the normal people from the richest of the rich. He took in all the golden details of flowers on the gate and how the arch at the top of the gate looked horrible. He giggled a bit at the ugly gate and twirled a piece of his hair around his finger as he waited for Dream.

The blond was just paying the driver before he walked over to George and pulled him towards a little security camera.
"See that George?" He asked and took out his gun from his back pocket. George smiled and clinging onto his lover's free arm he stared at the camera.
"Well now it's gone." Dream finished and pulled the safety off of the gun. He shot the camera right in the middle of the lens with one shot, the force sending the camera flying back before it hit the ground. George laughed as Dream then shot the keycard slot next to the gate and, with a squeak, it opened reluctantly.

The sun beat down onto the rest of the city, giving it a strange orange glow. However here the sun was blocked by the massive mansions that towered over people and cast dark shadows at night from the moonlight. There were many different types of mansions; some were plain white and looked very modern, others had high arches and looked ancient in comparison to all the other LA lookalikes. One looked like a massive doll's house while another, with high towers and balconies, appeared to be a castle.

George judged them with an obvious frown as he and Dream walked arm in arm around the neighbourhood. He wasn't jealous, in fact he was quite relieved that he didn't have to force himself to like a house like that if Dream ever lived in one.