Exchange Student AU đź’š
Waking up was just like any other day, this was just any other day, no one said it had to be anything more. George pushed the blanket off of him and got out of bed, today was going to be fine. What did he have to be worried about anyways? If anything this other kid should be the worried one, not George.
As soon as he opened his bedroom door he was met with his sister screaming her head off. She was always kind of like that though, it never meant anything was wrong. He could see her over the upstairs railing, she was standing by the front door on the floor below him, she was jumping up and down excitedly. She was only 12, so this behavior was tolerated by his parents. His step mom was standing next to her, his father was nowhere to be seen.
“George, sweetie, did you just wake up?”
George sleepily rubbed his eyes and he made his way downstairs. He could see through the small glass window next to the front door, his father was out there, talking to the driver of a fancy car. He knew they were coming in the morning but he didn’t know it would be this early.
His step mother and sister both looked dressed for their first impression, George however never changed out of his plain t-shirt and sweats he slept in the night before. Too late to change now. He watched as his father moved to the backseat of the car and opened the door. Out stepped a tall dirty blonde haired boy and a shorter, also dirty blonde haired, girl. The girl looked to be about the same age as George’s sister, Olivia. He couldn’t quite tell from here how old the boy was.
His father made his way towards the front door, this was much faster than George had imagined. The door opened and in stepped the two new kids and his father. Both of the dirty blonde’s looked in awe of the house just based on the entryway, maybe they weren’t from a fancy neighborhood. All he knew was that they were from America, where, he had no idea, just America.
There was a bit of an awkward silence until the girl caught sight of Olivia, instantly bouncing over to her and giving her a huge hug. George’s parents looked at each other and smiled, he noticed the tall boy looking at him. George was not going to walk up to him first. Luckily for him the blonde walked over to him, instead holding out a hand, “I’m Dream.”
George took the hand while showing no emotion at all, he told himself he had to get to know the two before he showed any distaste or pleasure in the two being here, “I’m George.”
His step mother was next to his father on the ground next to the two girls, the girl was named Drista, they sure had weird names in America. Now that he looked, Drista looked a little younger than Olivia.
George’s parents seemed much more preoccupied with the girls rather than Dream or George. This was off to such a great start.
George didn’t care for anymore of this, so he walked off. He made his way to the kitchen, he hadn’t eaten breakfast yet seen as he had just woken up. Dream followed behind him, almost like a lost puppy, though that was essentially what he was.
Nothing too eventful happened for the rest of the day. Just like George had told himself, today was just like any other day.
Seeing as George’s family lived in a fancy and large house, they had more than enough room to house the two extra guests, Drista and Olivia wanted to spend the first night together however, making George’s parents push him and Dream to spend the first night together as well, getting to know each other.
Both complied easily, so George showed Dream the way to his room. It was neat and put together. Dark grey walls, marble flooring with small white carpets scattered around, everything looked to be in amazing condition.
“Woah.” Dream gasped as he walked into the room, “you live in here? It looks like a movie set.” He looked to his feet and could see a vague reflection of himself in the floors.
“Our old maid did a good job.” George reminisced the memories he had with the past maid they had. She had been there as long as he had remembered, even before Olivia was born. She was sweet but she got older and eventually she had to quit. George had a strong feeling that was why his parents offered to take in two kids from America, someone has to do the cleaning and it sure as hell wouldn’t be them.
George told his parents he could, he felt bad at the implied idea of buying up help from a whole other country. They didn’t want their kids doing work either, they were great parents to him and his sister but they were the rich snobby people you see in movies towards everyone else.
“It’s impressive.” Dream had dirty blonde hair, borderline light brown. He was tall, had a sharp jawline, small bits of stubble. He had a good half a foot on George in height.
One thing about George that he never told anyone else, he found men like Dream, incredibly attractive. For George, it didn’t really matter what gender a person was, some people he found attractive and others not, their gender didn’t matter. Dream was one of those people George found attractive. He wanted to hate him or at least have a neutral standing. If his parents really were just going to make Dream and his sister work for them, he didn’t want to get attached.
“My parents like a clean house.”
“I haven’t even seen a spec of dust.” Dream announced as he walked around George’s room, taking everything in.
The brunette looked Dream up and down as he walked, he really couldn’t stop admiring him. From slight curls in his hair to the, assumingely, green eyes. It all looked perfect and George wanted it, he hated that he wanted it.
There was only one bed in George’s room, it was his room after all, he didn’t share. Seeing Dream look at the intricate details on his headboard made him realize this, “you can have the bed, I can sleep on the floor.” George offered.
“What? It’s your room, you should get the bed, I can’t imagine marble floors are comfortable to sleep on.”
“I can make it work.” George smiled as he walked towards his closet to grab some extra blankets and pillows.
“It’s a huge bed. If I sleep on one end and you on the other, there’ll be a good few feet in between us.” Dream was right, he did have a big bed. He told his parents a smaller one would be fine but they insisted a king was necessary for their eldest child.
George threw the pillows and blankets he grabbed onto the floor, “no, really, it’s fine.” He figured Dream should get to have a comfortable bed to himself if this went south in the morning.
Dream shrugged and sat on the bed. It felt like feathers, he hadn’t felt a more comfortable mattress in his life. Back home in America, Florida to be specific, Dream wasn’t poor, more like middle class. Middle class in America however, isn’t always the best, simply the majority.
He lived comfortably in a two story home with his mom and dad, they both wanted their kids to do something fun for the summer. Hence, a trip to the UK with a friend of a friends family. They had only heard good things about the Davidson’s, they had a son who had a brain for computer science and a young girl who excelled in anything she put her mind to. Not to mention the money.
The boys didn’t talk long before both falling asleep. Well Dream fell asleep easily, marble floors are a lot harder to sleep on than George remembered. He felt his stomach turn as morning arrived, everything could be fine, but he doubted it. His parents didn’t even send out an job offer to find a new maid.
Both parents were dressed fancy and sat at the dining room table. They rang a loud bell and yelled to every kid that they required a family meeting. This was it, the moment things weren’t going to be fine. His parent would never approve of him having a friend who was maid worthy let alone romantic interest towards someone who was maid worthy.
The table was a typical long rich family table that had more seats than necessary for a family of four. They sat the end, an inviting had ushered the four kids to take a seat.
Dream whispered a quiet, “are they always like this?” Which made George laugh.
“We’re glad you all joined us today!” His mother greeted the sleepy children.
“Not like we really had a choice.” George rubbed his eyes.
His mother shot him a quick glance before smiling again, “you’re so silly.” She laughed, though you could tell it was fake, “well, there is a reason you’re all here today.”
“We have jobs for the two of you, nonnegotiable.” His father spoke while looking at the two new people to the table.
“A job?” Olivia asked.
Dream looked at George, seemingly looking for some sort of answer, “what’s going on?”
“We’re in need of new home cleaning services, and don’t worry we’ve already talked to your parents and they’re completely ok with it!” His mother sounded all happy, like she was some sort of saint for this, “You’ll both be working as our maid and butler, you can split the work however you want but we’ll give you a list everyday you’ll need to complete.”
“What?! I didn’t sign up for that!” Dream sounded angry.
“We know, your parents did though, said it would teach you something or whatever.” She started speaking once again, “it’s all fairly simple, you’ll do fine. You should both stop being buddy buddy with George and Olivia however.”
George’s chin laid on the table as his mother spoke. He knew this was coming, yet somehow he still felt terrible about it, “mum.” His voice came off annoyed as he rolled his eyes, “you’re being ridiculous-“
“Oh sweetie.” She interrupted him, moving over to pinch his cheeks like a grandmother on Christmas morning, “you don’t get it because you’re rich.”
George attempted to push his mother’s grabby hands away, catching a glimpse of Dream’s disappointed look he has plastered on his face. George couldn’t tell if it was disappointment in him or his mother, either way he felt terrible.
“Here is your lists, they must be done by tonight.” Their father started, handing the two American’s long lists on paper.
Drista looked like she was about to say something before she caught Dream’s look and knew to shut up. In theory, George could help Dream with his tasks, his parents didn’t need to know George helped. It would teach him a bit anyways, he always felt entitled, spoiled even, which he was.
His father stood in silence before realizing nobody had moved, “go on.” He said in a stern tone towards the Americans. George stood up with them, Olivia staying put, “where are you going?” His father asked him.
“To my room.” George hesitated slightly. His father gave him a weary look but let him leave. By the time he had left the room Dream was far up the stairs, ready to go make a bed or dust shelves, “wait!” He reached out, slightly behind the boy with much longer legs than his.
“What?” Dream seemed annoyed, reasonably so.
“I want to help.” George held out his hand for the list.
Dream clenched onto his list and shoved it in his pocket, “you can’t, you’re rich remember.” He said with a sigh and small eye roll, turning around before George could continue.
“But-“ Dream closed a bedroom door in George’s face. He really couldn’t have predicted Dream being so stubborn, it was his mom’s idea anyways, he wanted to help.
George made it his mission to help with something. He made his way back to the stairs to see a familiar blonde girl start walking up them, perfect. He ushered her to come up faster and he kneeled down a bit to be closer to her level.
“Did you want some help?” He asked. She nodded quietly and allowed George to look over her list. Her’s was notably smaller than Dream’s, still George hoped he could help her finish faster.
Both kids entered Olivia’s bedroom first, objective: make the bed and pick up any toys or makeup. Olivia, though a little older than a typical kid who played