George's POV
It's 2 AM, holy crap I've been playing minecraft for 5 hours I should really sleep. I turn of my pc and lean back in my gaming chair hearing the satisfying pop of my back. Now realising how tired I am I go to grab some sleeping clothes.
I grab a blue hoodie and some black shorts. My closet consists of blues, grays and blacks because I'm colourblind and those are the only colours I can see right along with yellow, I fucking hate yellow. If yellow was the colour of everything you saw you would hate it too.
I change and look at myself in the full body mirror I have on my door. I have heterochromia on top of my colorblindness which means my eyes are two different colors, one is a bright blue and other is some kind of dark colour I think brown but I'm not to sure.
As I walk to my bed I see a person on the roof of the house across the street out of the corner of my eye but when I turn to look out the window properly there is no one there. I must be really tired, anyway I hop into my bed and get comfortable in the warm sheets quickly falling to the world of dreams.
Time skip
I wake to the sun shining in my eyes "fuck of sun, it's to early for your bulshit" I grumble into my pillow wishing the sun would just go away.
After trying to sleep for about five minutes I relies I won't be getting anymore sleep for today and get up. Stretching my arms above my head I check the time "SHIT" its almost 9:30 and I'm going to be late for work. I'm a coder for a computer company and stream occasionally on the side for extra money.
I have half an hour to get ready and walk to work so I quickly jump out of bed almost tripping on the blanket and run to my closet. I grab some blue jeans and a white button up shirt with black runners, I rush to brush my teeth and comb my hair then run out of the house no time for food.
As I speed walk down the street I feel like someone is watching me so I keep looking over my shoulder just in case. When I finally make it to work I go inside and quickly make my way to my desk hoping no one noticed Im late.
Dreams POV
It's around 9 Am and I'm back on the roof acros form the boys house, I can see through his window and into his room.
He's still sleeping, he looks so peaceful while he sleeps. I see him start to shift witch means he is probably waking up, all of a sudden he's jumping out of bed and almost falls.
I watch as he grabs his cloths and goes to the bathroom to change I would love to see that beautiful boy naked. He runs out of the bathroom then out of the house, I follow along the rooftops.
He turns around a few times along the way probably feeling my stair. After around ten to fifteen minutes of walking he reaches a building, It's not to big looks like it could be an office. I assume this is where he works.
I lay on the roof next to the office waiting for his work to be over. By the end of today he will be all mine, I just have to be patient.
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Missing
FanfictionDream is a killer, a psychopath, addicted to the thrill it gives him. George is just the poor boy that seems to catch his eye. Will dream make george love him or will george do that all on his own?