Will You Stand By Me? || dreamnotfound hanahaki AU

chapter 1

brown eyes stare at a slowly moving clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until the bell would ring.

the class was quiet, the sound of scribbling and the occasional cough and sneezes interupting the silence every now and then.

there by the window, sat a brunette haired teenager, leg bouncing up and down impatiently. george stared blankly out the window, just wanting nothing but to be out of there.

he quietly hums to himself, a tune he loved so dearly, but couldn't quite listen to in class. bummer, seeing as it would've made for an amazing distraction.

a loud plasticy sound emited from beside him, snapping him out of his tranced state, before the feeling of his shoes slowly being soaked wet caused him to realise what was happening. furious eyes snap up to look at who had spilled the drink, he was livid, seeing as his shoes were white and new, and the drink was red and staining.

his gaze met with a very scared blond, the green eyed teen clearly panicking as he scrambled to pick the bottle back up before more liquid spilt.

"what the hell man." george spat, as quiet as he could so that the ditracted teacher wouldn't notice the two.

"i'm so sorry- i really didn't mean to-" the boy rambled, rushing to get tissues out of his bag to wipe everything up.

george's frown deepens, "a sorry's not gonna cut it, look at my shoes!" he whisper yelled, the other pursing their lips nervously as he listened to george.

"boys." the teacher warned, from the front of the class. fingers tapping annoyed on the board.

george rolled his eyes, groaning in frustrtion. "you better do something about this." he pointed accusingly at the boy, before taking off his shoes and getting settled in his seat again.

he could see the blonde nod timidly before going back to whatever he was doing, george was too pissed to care in all honesty.

if he didn't want to leave class before this, he'd definietly want to abandon the pointless class now. so, when the school bell rang, he dashed out the door, waiting patiently for the boy to leave the class.

the blond rushes out the door, eyes scanning the school halls for something.

george marches over to him, ready to yell at him before their eyes met, and he began talking.

"oh! there you are, come with me." the taller said before george could uter a word, tone rather calm for someone who just spilt their drnk on someone.

"why?" george muttered, now confused more than he was pissed.

"i have some spare shoes you can use because well.." the blonde slowly glances down at george's wet socks on the cold school floors. "i'm sure those are pretty uncomfortable to walk in."

george huffed, he was right. "alright then get a move on then, i have to be somewhere right now."

the blonde lead george to his supposed locker, taking out some.. weirdly expensive looking shoes, a pair of socks and handing them to the shorter.

george was puzzled, the shoes looked too good. he would feel guilty if he wore this. "are you seriously giving me these?" he questioned in disbelief, not realising the tone he had acidentally used in the sentence.

the boy scratched the back of his neck, "do you not like them? i don't really have a different pair." he chuckles nervously towards the end.

george grows more confused, "what- what no these are just- you know what forget it." george gives up on explaining, snatching the shoes and socks out of the blond's hand.

"alright well uh.. i'm dream."

george looks at 'dream' as if he was joking, muttering a quiet "dream?" in amusement.

dream chuckles nervously, "yeah.. i prefered to be called that." he clears his throat, hand extending out as if he expected something from george. "anyways, give me your phone, i'll give you my phone number."

george's eyes widen, he could feel his cheeks burn in embarassment. "what??"

dream looked confused, before realising how the sentence had sounded. "oh- oh my god no- i just need it because i'm taking your wet shoes to wash them, i'll call you when they're done."

"oh." the brunette muttered, before pulling out his phone and handing it to dream. "yeah.. here."

dream smiles warmly, "thanks."

george watches intently as dream punched in his numbers, saving it before handing the phone back to the brunette.

dream carefully takes the wet shoes from george's hands, placing them in a plastic bag before turning back to the shorter.

"uhh, alright well, i'm sure you have somewhere to be. i'll see you around."

george snaps out of his distracted state, a habit he should really get rid off. "oh- uh yeah, bye dream."

the brunette walks away awkwardly, not that he cared, his mind was too occupied with thoughts. he found it strange just how nice dream was, it was almost weird in a sense, it didn't sit right with him.

but he brushes it off, and instead rushes off to his next class, plugging in his earphones letting calming notes flood his brain instead.

A/N: FIRST CHAPTER YOOOO, HOW WE FEELIN?