George is the son to parents that own a multi-million dollar eco friendly car company. Cars have never been George's favorite subject. He knows which are the most expensive on the market because of his father but he's never understood the hype. After the usual rich party for his family's company things take a turn for the better, or worse George can't decide, when he saves a man from a drunken assault. After being introduced to a new world George has to make a tough decision. Champagne or Burnouts? Dnf Street Racer AU All *tw are in the first chapter :) RIP Technoblade 🐷❤️ (Creds to @hugs4karl_ who wrote the CB wattys summary) 90k reads!?!? You guys are insane *ugly cries* 100k?!? What!?! *cries more* 141k?!? *Sobing* 151!!! Ahhhh *tears* 170k!! 201k!? 300k!! *still crying* 350k! Well... wow 400k *Honestly this has gotten out of hand <3*

flowers from 1970 was sad, but this can help you to recover! George Davidson finds it hard to recover, months and months alone, bored, nothing to do. George has an idea to get his mind off things, he had been wanting to get out of the house, go on a walk, do some sketching like he used to do as a kid with his mother at the park. As he is walking down the street capturing the best qualities of the town, he encounters a tall, dirty-blonde man who looks like he is from the 70s

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals