His favorite color. The color dream wears almost everyday, because it was the only one George could see properly. George is gone. He went missing a year ago and has since been announced as dead. But dream won't accept it. He knows deep in his heart, that george is still out there. Alive. He won't rest, until he finds him. [intentional lowercase]•[09.26.21]•[10.13.21]•

Dream is the most popular guy at his high school, but if people knew he was in love with a small boy who's is obsessed with space, he could wave popularity goodbye. TW: HOMOPHOBIA

4,336 miles. The distance between London and Orlando. George has never been so aware of it until now, helplessly listening to the white noise coming from Dream's mic. Dread pools in his stomach as his fingers stumble over the phone's keyboard, searching for a contact he hasn't thought about in months. It seems to take ages for the call to connect, but eventually George hears the groggy "hello" he's been waiting for. He takes a deep breath. "I think there's something wrong with Dream."

Based on the song "Treehouse" By Alex G George, a boy who usually keeps to himself Clay, an adventurous boy whos very outgoing Despite their contrasting personalities, they somehow find their similarities. If any of the creators mentioned in this book say they are uncomfortable, it will be taken down immediately

❝𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.❞ Book One of The Lost Souls Series ---------------------------- George isn't tempted by finding his soulmate. To him, it's just another ridiculous plot to get him killed. His life is hard enough, running from his hunter alone and inexperienced. You don't make many friends when you block everyone out. So when an outgoing dirty blonde gives him butterflies, George doesn't know what to do. There's something different about him: he's perfect. A little too perfect. But there's no truth here, there's only Perception. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: Blood, violence, mentions of death, mild gore

"George." Dream sighed, the bitter cold dancing over his damp lips. The shorter boy with the deepest brown eyes, soft porcelain skin and weak smile looked up to his taller friend questionably. "Why does everything feel so much...." he retorted "colder when you're near?" (Dreamnotfound)