༄ Dream is the lead guitarist in a band, George is just a boy who happens to be the one Dream falls for. Little does George know this isn't the first time he's ever encountered the man he will slowly come to love. - tws/cws at the start of each chapter !! :) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED please ask for permission before attempting to repost/ use/ make new works/ with any content from this book. please contact me to discuss further through tiktok - @amymayfarrell_ instagram - @amymayfarrell

"Karl got addicted to him. Only a few weeks of knowing Nick and Karl was unable to function without him." High school au. Sapnap is a football team captain, tall, mean looking dude. Karl? Soft boy, new in town (TW: homophobia, self harm, violence, smut) Words total: 74926 This used to be #1 in karlnap, I personally think it gets good after the 22nd chapter. Yep, I don't like my own story, Idk why so many people enjoy it. (I will be rewriting this fic in the future btw) If any cc in this won't feel comfortable about such fanfictions I will immediately take it down. I don't ship real people!

Karl had decided that this will be his last year on this earth. Will Sapnap be able to save him or lose the love of his life.

There is Dream. Most days he is an gallery. An art exhibition of all the things that he wishes to forget. Most days he misses things that he has never done and people that he has never met. Most days he is a glass half empty. There is George. Some days he is a true artist, with all the pain and hurt that comes with the title. Some days he is poet. Some days he is a dead poets poetry. But most days he is in love with the world and the pain that it is. Most days he is a glass half full. And there is art classes. Somewhat of an 'in-between'. A place that keeps quiet about all the things that it sees, a place that is nothing and so much at the same time. And it pulls painters like Dream, poets like George and artists like them in to a deep place of hurt and heaven. Most days it's a cracking glass. Some days it's the cold wine in it. And you are given the chance to peek inside the in-between and read about one of the stories that the art classes walls are now carrying.