except. - dreamnotfound/gream fanfiction

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Another day in school - nothing interesting, nothing new.

Everything's the way it should be, George thought, packing his stuff. Why do I go to school again?

He'd just finished his lunch and was now waiting for his friend, Sapnap, to join him. He was buying food at the moment, so George had nothing better to do than wait, thinking about pretty much everything.

His thoughts touching upon a lot of stuff: a huge pile of old books on his desk, not enough food at home - I should go to the store after school, - a party he'd been at with his not-so-close friends, as Sap would call them. The latter had been there too but had to leave early - something happened at home, I think, - so the boy had been left alone with Dream and a couple other people.

They had played some minecraft on the console, drank some coke and juice, and shortly after, everyone had to leave.

Everyone except George.

He'd never actually had to go anywhere, so he'd just stayed at Dream's place for the whole night.

The boy closed his eyes for a mere second, feeling his lips form a little smile.

Wait, where was he?

Ah, right.
Dream.

Actually, he wasn't even sure if Dream had told anyone his real name, ever. And therefore, he also didn't know it.

But that was pretty okay, to be honest. Everyone was used to calling him Dream by now, and George was no exception. They weren't really close - but they were friends, after all.

So everything was okay, and everyone was happy.

Everyone except George.

Don't get it wrong, Dream wasn't guilty of anything, and George didn't hate him. He was depressed because of some rather serious issues in his life.

His mother, diagnosed with cancer a couple years ago, had recently found a great place for her treatment and left the country last month, making him take care of himself. His friends left him shortly after he'd suddenly vanished for two whole weeks, not responding to any messages or calls. In reality - he had been working two jobs a day, wanting to help his sickened little cousin, one of the jobs being in a cafe near his apartment and the other being a freelance programmer - he still had to buy food and live here somehow.
He felt as if he was all alone in the whole world rather than just in the city, - and almost everything made him feel absolutely gutted about it.

So it's no surprise he felt the need to do something for it to go away.

George felt a light tingle on his wrists and shook his head, trying to focus on something else.

Sap said it was weird I stayed at Dream's place last week.
It's not though.

His friend tapped his shoulder, making him snap back into reality. They were ready to go.

George turned around, forgetting to look behind.

A sudden sensation on his skin, oddly reminiscent of water; a reluctant, abrupt movement, his hoodie feeling too heavy; a sharp intake followed by the sound of glass breaking, silence piercing through the thick air of the cafeteria.

George slowly opened his eyes.

Dream was in front of him.

What a coincidence.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" the blonde boy started, obviously startled, pulling down the sleeves of his lime green hoodie, not exactly sure of what he should say.