Runaway ||dnf||

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TW: mentions of abuse

background information-
Dream George and Sapnap all live in the same run-down neighborhood. (picture for visual reference of dreams house. imagine the front door is on the side of the house where the driveway would be) All of their houses are within walking distance of one another.

Dream pov/entry:

My parents are fairly wealthy and have decided to invest in a beach house off the southwest coast of Guam. They split most of their time between there and Italy for business, but they do make it back home every once in a while. Even though they recently decided to invest in the beach house, they were gone most of the time anyway, so now they just have an excuse. You may be thinking, "Dream, why do you live in such a shithole if your parents are wealthy?" Well, they make a lot of money from their business selling whatever it is that they sell, but with their traveling and my mother's shopping addiction, they don't really have money to move us...move me. Plus, I doubt they care they're still paying for this shithole at all.

Nobody's pov:

The sun glares in through Dreams only window beaming him in the eyes as he slowly regains consciousness, his blankets only remain partially on his left leg as the heat gets intense in the morning. It's the middle of the summer here in Chicago. Dream covers his face with his forearm laying still for a few seconds, while his arm remains on his face he reaches over to his nightstand in search of his phone. He pats around on the nightstand until he finds his charger and he quickly uses his other arm to unplug the charger from his phone and quickly places his arm back onto his face to block the sun.

He groans and lays still for a few more seconds until he quickly sits up and throws his legs to the floor, still sitting on his bed he grabs his phone from the nightstand and checks his texts, it's 10:57 am. He expects a text from George but gets impatient and texts first "You coming over today?" he presses send and gets up to brush his teeth and wash his face.

As he's finishing up he hears a notification on his phone and checks it. "yea walking now, I was waiting for you to get up" he leaves George's message on read and puts on some black shorts. Leaving his shirt off he heads downstairs.

The staircase is narrow and a little steep, Dream jumps down two steps at once. As Dream makes his way to his front door he goes outside onto his dirt path of a driveway, where his red 2013 Audi is parked. It was Dream's dad's old car but it doesn't run, so Dream has decided to work on it over the summer.

He walks over to the car and looks into the engine bay, it already exposed from Dream working on it the previous day. As he tries to remember where he left off last night George walks up the driveway.

George is wearing dark blue baggy jeans and a long-sleeved striped shirt. He's looking down at his phone but quickly slides it into his back pocket as he sees Dream already outside "Hey" George says shouting a little as he continues to walk up the driveway. "hey" Dream says quickly as he sluggishly walks up to George and wraps his arms around him.

Dream towers over him quite a bit. "You're warm, how long have you been out here" George asks curiously as they stay wrapped up in a hug "Not long it's just as hot inside as it is out here," Dream says tiredly as he pulls away from the hug sluggishly "where's your shirt?" George asks as he looks at the open front door.

"it's too hot for a shirt," Dream says squinting his eyes so much they're basically closed. George walks inside to the left into Dream's living room and looks at the air conditioner, "that's because your air conditioner is set to 79" George shouts to Dream, as he pushes the downward arrow and cranks it down to 69.

George walks back over to where Dream is standing in the doorframe and wraps his arms around Dream's neck roughly pulling Dream down into him, George giggles quietly as Dream just accepts it, Dream wraps his arms around George's waist and picks him up over his shoulder.

George lets out an unexpected squeal "Dream NO" he pleads and giggles, Dream smiles big as George squeals. Dream plops George down onto the brown couch in the living room and laughs. Dream sits down next to him a little out of breath "It's hottt" Dream complains as he drops his head back onto the top of the couch and pushes back his blond hair.

George is facing towards Dream with his knees up on the couch. "you know the reason there are so many flys in here is because you keep leaving the door open" George says as he gives Dream an exaggerated judgy look, Dream looks over to George's and exaggerates the look even more smiling after. "come on let's go get food" Dream says as he quickly stands up and waits for George to get up.

George follows Dream upstairs and waits for him, Dream picks up the first shirt he sees on his floor. It's a black one, there are only 3 or 4 shirts on the floor, before he can figure out which way is the front and which way is the back George snatches it from his hands and sniffs it, and after a few seconds, he hands it back.

Dream smiles wide, a little cocky teasingly smile as he quickly kisses George on the cheek. George loses his balance a little from how rough it is. Dream puts his shirt on backward and flips it around as he's running down the stairs, he gets to the bottom and waits for George since he goes down one step at a time.

George watches the steps as he goes down because they are so steep, as he gets to the bottom Dream puts a hand out for him and George takes his hand, skipping the last two stairs, George smiles as he walks out the door. Dream closes it behind them and grabs George's waist pulling him quickly into him.

He kisses his neck quickly and tickles George's waist, while George giggles squirming. Dream squeezes on George's waist when he switches to kiss the other side of his neck. George unexpectedly jerks away a little as Dream squeezes, but he laughs it off.

Dream pauses for a moment "What?" he asks giggling a little bit "Nothing sorry" George says laughing it off pretty convincingly. Dream's smile quickly fades as he has an inkling of what might have happened, he lifts the part of George's shirt where he was squeezing.

As Dream lifted George's shirt he saw what he suspected, a purple and yellow bruise on the backside of his waist that looked to be about 2 days old. "you said he stopped" Dream said abruptly but calmly. George quickly pulled down his shirt with force "he did" George said a little panicked trying to laugh it off, as he turned around to face Dream.

"no, he didn't," Dream said as he lifted the front part of George's shirt trying to check for more. George quickly pulled it down, and looked around to see if anyone was outside looking at them. "when was this- when did this happen?" Dream says a little intimidatingly tensing his jaw trying to look for more but George now has his arms crossed around his shirt. "was this Friday?, after I walked you home?" Dream says looking George in the eyes "Dream please can we just go" George pleads quietly as he holds both of dreams hands in his, and he shoots him a pleading look.

Dream holds his breath and decides to table the conversation for when they get to the restaurant since he's had this conversation before with George, and he's planning to propose a solution to him.

Chapter 2 coming very soon I'm also taking suggestions>>