DreamNotFound Oneshots

The Boy from the Woods

     Before it starts I'm just gonna say Dream is 17 years old and George is 16, making Dream a high school senior and George a sophomore (We can say George has an early birthday and Dream's is in like summer for this so everything makes sense with age).
     Warning: Uh, I guess they are called brothers but they aren't because they didn't officially adopt George, and Dream and George aren't actually related in this. But I mean they are still called brothers by other people but they don't see each other that way. Also mention of lime ;)
     Enjoy the story! :D
    
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     - 11 years ago-

     Clay was a small seven year old who was walking through the woods behind his house when he saw a little movement behind a tree. The boy's eyes widened in fear of it being a bear or even an alligator that was wandering through the woods in search of food. He stood frozen in fear, waiting for something to happen, and it did. A small sniffle was heard behind the same tree, and it wasn't the sniffle of an animal, it was one of a human.
     Clay slowly approached the tree where he heard the noise and peaked around it. What he saw was shocking. A small, dirt-covered brunet boy with red, tear-stained cheeks. He was leaning against the tree with his knees pulled tightly to his chest and his arms wrapped around them protectively.
     The little boy jerked his head up in fear, his bright brown eyes filled with terror. Clay stepped back from the boy but kept his eyes on him. "Uhm- Are you okay? Where are your parents?" Clay asked cautiously, but the little brunet didn't answer and instead casted his gaze back to the ground in front of him.
     Clay didn't know what to do, so he knelt down to the smaller's level to not seem like a threat and spoke. "I'm Clay, what's your name?" He asked as friendly as possible, but in return the kid just shuffled a little bit further from him.
     "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I just want to be friends." Clay said more softly. "Do you want to tell me your name?" He asked, still being quiet to not startle the boy.
     "George." The small boy said at a volume that was barely audible and Clay was pretty sure he could hear the boy speak with an accent.
     "Well It's nice to meet you George! Why are you crying?" Clay asked with concern, but the brunet didn't answer. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me. Would you like to play with me for a little while?" The Floridan asked and the smaller boy nodded hesitantly in return.

     A few hours after George and Clay had been playing all sorts of games together- Clay teaching George and helping him most of the time-, Clay's mother had called him from the back door, signalling it was now dinner time.
     "Well I have to go home now. Do you want me to walk you to your house?" Clay asked the smaller, but he shook his head. "Okay, well how far is your house?" The blond asked, but got another head shake from George.
     "Gone." The brunet said quietly, dropping his head to face the ground.
     "Oh, do you not have a house?" Clay asked, and received a small nod from the younger boy. The blond thought for a moment, before a smile came to his face. "Do you wanna come and stay at my home with me? Like a sleepover!" Clay asked excitedly.
     George looked up with a smile that matched Clay's, and nodded his head softly.

     The two boys then walked out of the woods together, to be met with the surprised face of Clay's mother. "Oh, who's this Clayton?" His mother asked with a friendly smile. "This is George. He doesn't have a home so can he stay with us, please." Clay asked, and his mother looked shocked and worried from this. "Uhm- Here, come in boys and we'll sort this out." She said trying not to show her worry as she opened the door to let them both in. "Welcome home George!" Clay said excitedly, a soft smile coming to the brunet's face.
     
     - Present time -

     "Clay hurry up, we're gonna be late for school!" George yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
     "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" The blonde shouted back from his bedroom.
     Ever since Clay found George in the woods, he has been staying with the family. Apparently the boy's parents had been murdered the night before he was found by Clay in the woods. Since George had no other family, Clay's parents welcomed him with open arms. That meant that the two boys would have to share a bedroom together, but that didn't matter to the blonde. As long as George was safe, nothing else mattered.
     "Oh my god, we're seriously gonna be late at this point!!" George shouted up the stairs again, tapping his foot impatiently.
     "Sorry, my hair just wasn't working today." Clay said exasperatedly as he slid down the staircase railing and stopped right in front of the Brit.
     "You're such an idiot." George sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile.
     "Your idiot, right?" Clay said with a flirty smirk, leaning in and giving George a peck on the cheek.
        The Brit's cheeks turned a soft pink colour as he pushed the blond away lightly. "You can't just do that anywhere! People could see!" George hissed, a smile coming to his face anyways.
     "But I can't resist! You're just too hot!" Clay whispered exasperatedly, giving a pouty face once George took another step back from him. The Brit rolled his eyes from the other's actions but still gave in and quickly pecked the blond's check. "See! Not too hard is it?" Clay asked with a satisfied smile. George sighed.
     "But now we're actually late for school." He said as he opened the front door and stepped outside, waiting for the blonde to follow. Clay chuckled as he followed the brunet, a fond smile on his face.