Love Is Our Chance | DreamNotFound

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July 1957

"Clay!"

The blonde didn't listen as he pedalled harder, making his bike go faster.

"Clay! Come back here!"

The boy smiled to himself, knowing he had gotten away.

"Clay! You can't leave without eating your broccoli."

"Sorry Mom." He yelled back, laughing as he rode his bike down the road and into another street.

The blonde took his walkie talkie out of his back back pocket and turned it on.

"Sapnap, Sapnap do you copy? This is Dream, I repeat, this is Dream." He said into the walkie talkie as he rode fast on his bicycle.

He put the communication device back in his pocket and slowed down, a moving truck catching his eye. He broke and put his bike to a stop as he stared at the moving truck parked in front of the house that had been for sale for months.

The double-story house that looked like the perfect American house. White picket fence, vivid green lawn and a lilac bush standing alone near the very front.

"This is Sapnap to Dream, I repeat Sapnap to Dream." His walkie talkie said from his back pocket, "Sorry dude, My Mom was making me pack up my room."

Clay watched in amusement as the men moved the furniture from the van to the house. He pedalled to the very front of the house and looked at the lilac bush. The flowers were so pretty and simple. He reached out to touch it-

"What are you doing?"

The blonde jumped as he heard someone talking to him. He looked up and saw a boy with brown eyes and brown hair looking at him with a suspicious gaze.

He seemed around the same age as him, if not, younger.

"Umm-," Clay frowned, trying to think of an excuse.

"And don't lie to me." The boy threatened, "I'm not an idiot."

The blonde scanned the brunette's face. He had big brown eyes and a slim nose. His eyebrows were messy but perfect for his face and his lips were thin but proportionate.

Clay thought that it would be love at first sight for him...if the boy was a girl.

"Well, I saw the moving truck." Clay said and pointed at the van.

The boy crossed his arms and turned around to look at the truck for a second before looking back at Clay, "What about it?"

"I didn't know that this house was sold."

"Why is it any of your business?"

Clay watched as the brunette raised his eyebrow. He just noticed that he had a foreign accent.

"You sound weird." The blonde pointed out, smiling.

The brunette's mouth fell open in offence, "That's rude! I think your accent is weird but I don't say anything."

"Yeah but I sound like someone who actually lives here, you don't." Clay's eyes widened when he realise how mean he sounded, "No! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that you don't sound like you come from here, wait, no! That's not any better, what I meant to say was-,"

"I don't sound like an American?" The boy said with a smirk.

The blonde nodded, "Yes, that's what I meant, sorry if I sounded rude."

The brunette looked at him in amusement before smiling and holding out his hand, "George."

Clay sighed in relief, "Oh good, hi George." He joined their hands together.