Trouvaille (Dreamnotfound Soulmate AU)

chapter one - "blondie"

George woke up on his 18 birthday dreading the day to come.
Not only was it the first day of his senior year at high school, but it was pissing down rain.
With a groan the brit rolled out of bed, standing and stretching out his limbs.
He grudgingly grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a blue shirt, before walking into the bathroom and stripping. He stepped into the shower, letting the steaming hot water rain down on his skin.
He avoided looking down at his left hand, not wanting to see the mark that bound him to his soulmate, or the empty space that could be there, meaning he was forever alone.
He expected the disappointment of the latter. What poor soul would be paired with the likes of him?
He turned the water off, annoyed with his overthinking mind, and got dressed, hesitantly putting on gloves, covering his mark.
He walked out of the bathroom and across the hall, to his sister Lily's room. He knocked on the door softly, peering in.
" You awake?"
" yeah.." his sister yawned loudly and shuffled out of bed. George smiled a little at her, before walking back to his room and grabbing his phone.
The moment the brunette turned the thing on he was bombarded with notifications, most from his followers on Twitter, wishing him a happy birthday. The rest were from his friends, again all wishing him the same thing.
Smiling slightly he opened his messages, opening and replying to each one. Finally, he reached his three most important ones, from his friend Nick, Darryl, and of course, Dream.
He opened them silently;

Sapnap 👁👄👁:
MoRNIng MaMass!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDEE
ILL SEE YOU AT SCHOOL!!!
read at 7:30 am

George:
thanks dude
ill cya there <3

George then proceeded to Darryl's text;

BBH🧁:
happy birthday muffin! have a good day and I love you lots <3

This made George smile wider than ever, the soft-spoken boy always making him feel loved.

George:
thankyou bad!

George's heart skipped a beat as he clicked on dreams contact, his stomach erupting into butterflies.

Dreamie:
hey Georgie, happy birthday! you'll be getting your present later ;)

George was confused, maybe it was coming in the post then? He wished dream haden't bothered, his message enough to make the brit happy.

George:
thanks :)
wdym??

George grabbed his bag and walked down the stairs, ignoring his parents. They were currently arguing again, over who knows what. The brit had almost made it to the kitchen when his mother noticed him.
" Oh! Good morning sweetheart, how was your sleep?"
George shrugged his shoulder in response, nibbling on a piece of toast. The air became awkward, and the three were silent.
" Well, you better get off to school, and when you get home we'll go pick out a car for your birthday okay"
At this George instantly perked up, his eyes glistening.
" really?"
His mother smiled and nodded. George grinned, giving his mother a hug. " Thank you!"
His mother hugged him back. At that moment lily came running down the stairs, hiding something behind her back.
"Ready to go Lily?" George asked, a nod being his response.
Lily giggled and ran over to George, giving him a big hug, before practically throwing a card into his hand. It was homemade, stickers and glitter covering the surface. George smiled and kissed her head.
"Thanks, Lils! ill treasure it forever"
Lily smiled before grabbing his hand and waving at their parents. The short boy was pulled out of the house, and the two walked down the streets to their schools.

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George would never forget his first class.
It started out as a boring maths lesson. The teacher handing out the worksheets and droning on about formulas.
It wasn't until fifteen minutes into the class, when the door opened, and a boy walked in.
The moment Goerge saw him his heart stopped. The 'blonde' as George dubbed him, had dirty blonde hair, and what the brit assumed were green eyes. He couldn't tell, he was colorblind.
The boy caught him staring, his eyes widening slightly, a bright smile on his face.
Goerge looked away, and the teacher called attention to the class. The teacher cleared her throat, "this is Clay [lastname]. He will be exchanging here in London for the remainder of senior year, so please show him some respect." She turned to the boy named Clay, "You can go sit over there by George" The teacher explains as she points over to the brunette haired boy.
The short boy's breathing hitched, his eyes glued to the desk. This wasn't happening. George heard the unmistakable sound of feet walking along on the floor, and the sound of a chair being moved back.

George did his best to ignore the boy next to him, knowing if he looked at the blonde he wouldn't be able to stop. He had to admit the boy was too gorgeous for his own good. It was unfair how perfect he was, and George knew he looked disgusting in comparison.
The class went back to work, the students quickly forgetting the minor pause.
The brit could feel eyes on his head and stole a glance at Clay. He caught the boy looking at him, but he didn't move an inch, the blonde's mouth moving up in a smirk.
George's face flushed and he quickly turned away, looking back down at his paper.
The lesson continued like that, the boys taking turns to stare at each other, getting caught every few minutes. Two hours passed, and the bell finally rang, allowing the tired teens to flock out of the room.
George had just left the room when he felt a firm hand grab his arm and pull him down a deserted hallway. He yelped in panic, looking up at his attacker.
It was none other than the new boy, Clay. He was smiling, biting his lip to hold back a laugh.
They finally stopped and the tall boy let go.

"Hey! What's your deal?"

George glared at clay,  the blonde only letting out a wheeze. George only now noticed the large height difference, Clay being nearly 6 inches taller than him.

" Can-can I help you?"

George leaned against the wall, putting on a face of disinterest, hoping the boy would lose interest and leave. He casually put his marked arm behind his back, the mere thought enough to send shivers through him.

"Awe don't tell me you don't recognize me, Georgie?"
The blonde chuckles at his own words.
George froze slowly looking up at the boy. He looked at him closer, the faint freckles, the lean muscles. But the voice...
George could never forget that voice, how it was soft just for him, the wheezing tea kettle laugh. There was no way. He was in Florida... Right?

" D-Dream?.."
The blonde smiled wider, opening his arms, which the brunette jumped in without hesitation, yelling in joy.
Clay swung him around, laughing, before placing him down and hugging him close to his chest.
"You're here.."

George runs his hands along the blonde's shoulders, Clay shivering at the touch, only nodding with a brief smile.
The two embraced again, loving the feeling of the other in their arms.
" So this was your surprise?"

"You know it, Gogy" Clay winks at George which makes him blush beet red, hiding his face in his hands.

" D-Dream?!"
The taller boy wheezed.
"Relax Georgie, its a joke"
George's heart stung at the words but played it off with a laugh knowing he was hurting inside.
They hugged again, enjoying the other's warmth.
" You know," Clay pauses his sentence and smirks, "I expected you to be taller"

"Oh Shut up idiot"

"I'm your idiot~"

George's face became redder at the thought.

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words: 1332

a/n: that's a wrap for the first chapter! we hope you enjoyed this chapter and more to come. make sure to bring tissues in the near future (not foreshadowing at all).

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