What am I doing with my life

This is the soulmate AU where you have a stain of your soulmate's favorite color on the place where you're first supposed to touch (skin-to-skin, eg. a handshake)

Third person POV

Everyone knew the two, the infamous George Davidson and Clay "Dream" Bloque, inseparable and partners in crime and everything in between, and the other students knew if you saw one of them, the other wasn't that far behind.

Currently, George was in the only class he had without Dream, which was Spanish, because Dream didn't have any intentions to continue down the road that middle school Spanish class lead him down. He messed up on the accents a lot, and promptly decided to not try again when offered the chance in high school.

George sighed and tapped his pencil absentmindedly on his desk, his friends Quackity and Tommy were arguing again. Quackity had corrected Tommy on his spelling, and Tommy, being Tommy, had taken that as an insult. Now they were flinging insults back and forth with the occasional screeches from Quackity.

"Guys, please chill out. There's a couple of minutes left until the bell rings and I don't think I can deal with you two right now for that long." George turned to the arguing pair, and was immediately angered by Tommy's next statement.

"Why, so you can go back to your little Dreamie? Little Dreamie-poo?" Tommy fired back at the brunette instantaneously, and Quackity joined in with a laugh and some teasing motions, making a heart out of his hands and whatnot.

George's face flamed red, of embarrassment and anger. "Shut up! Just because you've found your soulmates already doesn't mean you get to shit on me for being close with Dream." He glared at the smug teens next to him.

"Well if I remember right, you two haven't touched right?? If you go and touch him when we're watching, I'll do your homework for the rest of the year." Tommy grinned maliciously, this would also mean that he'd win a small, totally insignificant bet with Sapnap on this.

George worked out the outcomes, worst that could happen is Dream would be mega weirded out. Best outcome, he gets no homework for the rest of the year, and maybe, just maybe, just a little bit of him hoped he'd find his soulmate in his best friend.

"You're not doing my homework, you'd bring my 96.37% down in a few days. I'm only going to comply with your sick little game if it means I actually don't have to do homework." George saw the opportunity to poke an insult at the blonde, and took it.

"Fuck you." Tommy growled out, with Quackity nodding smugly next to him, signifying that he'll do it. George rubbed his forehead, pushing up his bangs to reveal the black backwards handprint on his forehead. This decision literally could change his life. He took a deep breath.

The bell rang, signaling the school day's end.

"And then I told her to fuck off, we've brushed against each other multiple times and my hand's still black!" Dream was ranting to George under the bleachers, waiting for the rest of their friends to show up so they could all go to the local cafe and chill out.

"She said that 'soulmates are shit'. Can you believe it?? Soulmates are shit??" Dream was on a roll now, frowning angrily and throwing his arms all about quite adorably, at least that's what George thought.

"I told her that I've been waiting for mine, and she should shut the fuck up because she'll never mean half as much to me as my soulmate." He sat down next to George, who gave him a look that told him to calm down a little bit.

He calmed down, and started feeling his hand delicately, running his fingers through the dips of his knuckles. George wondered how it would feel to caress his best friend's hand. He'd come out as gay a year ago and Dream had come out as pan a year before that, but still, envisioning himself with the blonde was hard for him.

It was hard to believe that this adorable person was his best friend, but it was reality. George quickly grazed over past memories, letting them flow over him and his mind and take over with their faraway blissfulness.

He got as far as the first day of the current school year, where Dream was asked by Wilbur for a date at Pizza Hut. He agreed, because, free pizza! And then their friend groups merged, and went to the nearby bakery/cafe every Friday after school. ((I swear I'm gonna start screaming The Bakery lyrics))

"Are you still with me?? Hello?? Earth to George Davidson??" Dream waved a hand in front of George's eyes that were staring off into space. George shook his head back and forth quickly, attempting to get out of his dreamlike (haha) daze.

"George? Are you sick or something??" Instinctively, Dream put his hand on George's forehead, checking to see if he had a temperature. He put it right where the black, bland, dead soulmate mark was.

Instantly, sparks were emitted from that one touch, and Dream quickly snatched his hand away, gazing in awe at the colors spreading throughout the back of his hand. George had his mouth open, jaw dropped in shock.

"I-uh— I-um— you—and I— a-are s-soulmates?" Dream babbled and stammered, eyes darting between George's mark and his own, the fact that they both were fated to be with each other still wasn't sinking into Dream's mind.

Of course, the blonde liked him and admits that he's dreamt a couple too many times of kissing him, it was still hard to comprehend. George was surprised too, but not as much. He'd been dreaming of being with him for a couple of years now, and was shocked that the gods had decided to give him what he wanted.

"I guess so." Ouch, that came out harsher than expected. George thought.

"Are you... mad?" Dream's face dropped, his face falling at the thought that his crush didn't return the feeling.

"No, I just think that you're disappointed. I'm not really anything... special." George looked away, in the few relationships he's had, he's been dumped other than vice versa.

Dream acted quickly, and enveloped the smaller boy in a tender loving hug. He played with George's soft brown locks, while he struggled to process the amount of love that he was being given.

"I love you. Don't think anything otherwise, you're my soulmate. I love you so much, you've stuck with me for so long. Hell, even if you weren't my soulmate, I still would've stuck with you." Dream whispered, continuing to pet George's hair.

"I-I don't know what to say." George's eyes brimmed with tears, this was actually happening.

"How about an 'I love you too', hmm?" Dream gave a playful smirk.

"Here, I'll start. I love you, George."

"I love you too, Dream."

Bonus scene

Tommy came out from behind the school building with Tubbo trailing behind him, clapping with the biggest grin George had ever seen on his face. Quackity was smiling from ear to ear next to him and Sapnap had a matching expression on his face. Behind them were Wilbur and Niki, hand in hand.

"It's about fucking time you two!" Wilbur shouted. Niki smiled a very quiet "Yeah!" But being Niki it was really quiet. Tubbo had caught up to Tommy and the blonde had clung onto Tubbo's arm.

"Yeah yeah, we can tease George later. Let's head to Pogtopia, so I can beat Tommy's ass at PVP." Dream grinned. "Is Techno coming? I can go and make fun of him for being a lonely ass still."

"I'm pretty sure he's picking up Bad and Skeppy on the the way and yes Sapnap, Karl is coming as well. Please shut up about your stupid soulmate." Tubbo chimed in, affirming Dream's thoughts.

The group trailed over to Pogtopia and sat down on their regular table, chatting. Dream stole quick cheek kisses on George occasionally, and George blushed heavily whenever he did.

"FUCK! Rematch, I was lagging!" Tommy banged his fist on the table after loosing, and demanded a rematch with Dream. The blonde grinned manically, the younger boy was so stubborn.

"You're on."

And that's a wrap you guys!

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