Trouvaille (Dreamnotfound Soulmate AU)

chapter three - the boar

That night, George lied in his bed. His Ribs have been bandaged and some were most likely broken but the defenseless boy pushed it aside. He sighed, tossing and turning. He couldn't sleep.

George grabbed his phone, turning it on. He was scrolling through his Twitter feed when his phone buzzed, a notification popping onto the screen. It was from Clay.
George's heart sped up a bit, and he opened the message.

Dreamie:
heyyyy

George was confused, why would he be up so late? Normally he was like a cat, sleep eat repeat. George snorted, typing out a reply.

George:
hey, why r u up so late??

Dreamie:
could ask you the same thing
sleeping beauty

George:
shut up
at least I'm not a cat

The brunette facepalmed. Of course, he was so stupid. Sometimes all George wanted to do was to dig a hole and just die in it, to be honest.
The little bubbles appeared, and George held him breathe.

Dreamie:
how??

George winced. He knew it was too late now. He gathered himself up, wrote his reply, hesitating on the send button. With one last sigh, he pressed the button.

George:
cats are cute
and lazy 🙄

George threw the phone onto his bed, diving beneath the pillows in embarrassment. Minutes went by, feeling like hours to George waiting for the dreaded reply. Of course, he had no idea that a few blocks away, laying on a bed, that the blonde was having his own crisis. In fact, he seemed worse. Clay felt like his heart had swelled and popped in his chest, his face red and flushed. It hurt Clay's heart, knowing it was just a joke to George, but he could dream couldn't he? Clay then did the signature wheeze to himself, typing back a reply.

Dreamie:
awe gogy, I love you too <3

Georgie:
you wish
patches are cuter.

George sighed deeply. Of course, he'd say that. Sometimes George wished that it wasn't a joke, but wishes were merely a kids game. They never came true. George waited for the bubbles to go, but not getting what he expected.

Dreamie:
1 attachment: image

Goerge clicked on the attachment, curious. He was met with the most adorable sight. Patches, Clay's small tabby cat, was sat on Clay's head. That's not what caught George's attention. It was the blonde whose hair was messy with sleep, his eyes half-lidded. The brit groaned. This was torture. George got up the camera, getting out of it soon after. What the hell was he doing? It's not like he could reciprocate the action. There was nothing good about his appearance. The brunette sighed, opening the camera again, taking a photo of himself with a hand over his face.
He sent the photo, putting his face in his hands. He hated himself with embarrassment.

Clay's reaction was different of course. The moment he opened the image, his fingers froze. George was evil, that's for sure. The blonde hated that the brit's arm covered his face, but he could still admire the smooth curve of his bare shoulder and neck, his coffee brown hair fluffy as ever. Clay bit his lip before an idea popped into his head. He quickly opened Snapchat, finding George on it.

George of course was growing worried as the seconds went by. Clay had left him on read for what felt like ages but was only minutes. What if he had gone too far, and Clay thought it was bad or weird. George sat there overthinking until a Snapchat notification popped up. George hesitantly clicked on it, clicking on the new snap from... Clay.

Oh no.

George flinched, peering down at the image. His heart could practically explode.
It was a picture of Clay, his face out of the camera, but his bare neck showed. George gulped, his face heating up.
The brunette thought that two could play at that game. He quickly took a picture, sending it immediately before he could think twice.

Clay opened it, expecting the finger as usual, but his face instantly burned red. George had sent a picture of his face this time, looking away from the camera, biting his lip. Clay couldn't take his eyes off of those lips, pink and soft...
Without realizing what he was doing, he screenshotted the image, regretting it immediately.

George was so shocked when he saw dream had screenshotted it, he nearly dropped his phone. He stared at the notification of Clay typing.

Clay:
| haha
| im leaking this now
George:
| don't you dare
| you do and im doing your
| in.' face reveal for you

All George got back was Clay poking his tongue out, wishing him a good sleep. The brit smiled, and texted Clay goodnight. He let his eyes drift shut, his dreams filled with...not so child friendly thoughts.

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The next morning George woke up, his dream and the conversation last night only popping into his head, halfway threw his shower. He groaned, and ended up being in the shower so long he ended up not having time for breakfast. He ran down the stairs, quietly passing his passed out father on the couch. George's nose scrunched up at the sight of the empty beer bottles, but then again the man just got divorced. George left the house, rushing to get to school on time. He ran into the gates with 5 minutes to spare, then giving him time to get to his first class. He barely slid into his seat before the teacher walked in, the class had officially started.

A few hours later, the class ended, and George left the class worse than he went in. He grudgingly made his way towards the cafeteria, only to stop in his tracks. ahead of him stood the man from the other day, his back to George.

The Boar.

George squeaked quickly turning around, running down the hall. A shout echoed down the hallway which then footsteps following behind. George went round a corner and dashed into the nearest door. He slammed it shut, ducking down. Haunting footsteps stormed past the door, and George sighed in releif. He observed the room he was in. It was the music room. George smiled a little, admiring the instruments around him.

George spotted the piano, gently brushing the dust off the keys after noticing it hadn't been used in a while. He sat down, gently testing if it worked. He smiled, unknowing of the other presence in the room, leaning against the door.

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words: 1132

a/n: wonder who it could be... well this was partly a filler chapter, because we want this to be a slow burn >:)
who is this man?
I beleive he is dead to a few people now comsidering he hurt gogy.. oh well
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