The room is bright. I squint my eyes as I try to process what's going on. I turn to see an old computer on a familiar looking desk.
I walk over to the computer as it flickers on. George's face appears with a big smile.
"Hi" he says.
"George?" I say back, "What are you-"
"Today I'm going to be-" he says as if he didn't know I was here.
I glance down to see a smiley face mousepad. I know that mousepad.
What is Clay's desk doing here?
George continues to talk about something on the screen.
"George, what's going on?" I ask. Can he even hear me?
He stops as a big sound blares throughout the room. The lights behind him flicker different colors.
"Dream!" he cries out.
"What?" I ask the screen, honestly not thinking he can even hear me. I look around. I don't recognize the room I'm in now that my eyes have adjusted.
"Dream stop," he laughs some more.
Am I dreaming? Is George trying to tell me to wake up? The lights continue to flash all around me. George laughs and argues with someone, but I can't hear anything else.
"DREAM" George screams loudly.
I jolt myself awake as his scream startled me.
"Stop!" I hear George yell from the other room.
I roll my eyes. It was a dream.
I groggily stumble into the living room.
"What are you doing?" I ask George, who is sitting at his computer.
"Oh sorry, did I wake you?" he turns to face me, "I'm playing a game right now."
"It's the middle of the night, George." I sigh.
"Yeah but it's only like eleven in Florida."
I roll my eyes again, "Whatever, go to be soon, okay?" I turn to go back to my room before calling over my shoulder, "Tell Clay I said hi."
"Okay, I will," he turns in his chair to face his computer.
I look back to look at the desk. It looks different than the one in my dream. The mousepad was definitely Clay's.
I just don't understand the significance of it. Why was George in a computer? Why was George in Clay's computer?
I rub my eyes, not really in the spirit of decoding my dreams tonight. I just hope to find a peaceful sleep.
I'll figure out what the dream means later.
--the next day--
"y/n," someone in the far distance says.
I roll over to the other side of the bed. It feels cold, yet still comfortable.
"y/n."
I mumble something unintelligible as I bury myself into my covers.
"y/n, do you want pickles?" George asks again.
"What?" I groan.
"Do. you. Want. pickles?" he says slowly.
I sit up a little in bed. "Did you really just wake me up to ask if I wanted pickles?"
"Uh, yes?" he replies.
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staying with a stranger / georgenotfound x reader fanfiction
Fanfictiony/n gets stuck in London after losing their passport. In their franticness, they call their friend Clay, who seems to have a solution. He has a friend named George who lives nearby who could take y/n in. y/n has no choice but to say yes, so now they...