The reason im saying this is because George and Harold show these symptoms which is how they got diagnosed
Harold has depressive episodes and usually lasts for only a few days to a week with his longest episode being 2 weeks
George has seasonal depression during the summer and winter making him quiet and less likely to focus on topics he would love to learn about
And the amount of times they've had to explain that kids can have depression too to teachers is outrageous and they usually just stay quiet about it when the teachers ask them why
One time George was told to just be himself and it ended up with his parents telling him that there are things you cannot talk about at school like different methods of torture used throughout the medieval period
So im bored and im gonna explain one of my AUs I have for CU
Tw: This includes ab*se, dr*g use, drinking, neglect, attempted murder, and probably a few other things
Lets talk about Harold's parents first
Harold's parents divorced after his dad attempted to kill Grace, his mom, during a really nasty fight when Harold was around 2 years old.
Harold doesn't remember much about his dad. Other than that, he reminds his mom of him so badly that she uses alcohol and drugs as an escape.
She's rarely home, leaving Harold to care Heidi, and when she is, she's just drunk, high, or verbally abusing Harold till she's bored.
The only time the house has a good calm atmosphere is when she's gone for hours on end, which is weird considering most kids panic when their parents are gone for more than 10 minutes.
But let's talk about his dad, James.
James was an interesting guy. By interesting, i mean he was more interested in fighting than communicating he started fights, gaslighted Grace, and SAed her multiple times.
When they divorced, Grace also pressed charges on him, and he is currently rotting in a jail cell.
But Harold's homelife seems pretty tame when you hear about George's.
George is a foster kid. His actual parents got arrested for child neglect on a major scale his hair had to cut into the flat top we see now because of how matted it was.
He was around 1 when this happened and has been going from family to family since until he ended up in the Beards care when he was 4.
They were amazing parents at first, helping him get over his fear of eating, how to take care of himself, and many other things.
However, when he started school, his parents started to become busier and busier. As he progressed through school, his parents started becoming more and more neglectful until eventually they just stopped caring altogether.
And that's when the pranks started getting bigger and bigger, not because it was funny but because when he got in trouble, he would hope his parents would start noticing him again.
And they did, in the worst possible way
They thought he was just a troublemaker, someone who just caused a ruckus for fun.
At first, it was just berating and yelling, but soon, it got physical. They started slapping him, grabbing him by his arm and hoping it'll would bruise from how hard they squeezed.
And neither of them want to leave.
Harold can't leave he has Heidi to care for.
George can't leave. The physical harm rarely happens, and the Beards are the best family he's gotten so far.
If only there was a nice and loving principle for them to go to (wink wink)
I gonna retry writing a fic about George and Harolds homelife and let's hope Tumblr doesn't lag again
Also this is an AU of mine (ab#$ive parents) please keep that in mind while you read this
Harold sighed.
Not a 'god im so bored' sigh just a soft little
"Hmm."
He looked out the window of the treehouse. It was a lovely day if you drowned out the yelling.
He heard the back door to Georges house slam and him climbing up the ladder aggressively and nearly ripping the curtain door off from how hard he pulled it.
He flopped into a beanbag, still fuming like a hot grill when you poor water on it.
Harold sat up and looked at George, "What d'ya fight about this time?"
George looked at him through tearful eyes. "They got mad about a recent prank I did, and when they asked why I do pranks, I said because you guys rarely pay attention to me." He rubs his cheek, a bruise already forming. "Guess I shouldn't have said that."
Everyone knew Georges parents were workaholics, but no one really knew how neglectful they could be because of it.
They rarely showed for award shows, parent teacher conferences are non-existent, and every time the school tries to talk to them about his behavior (or why he comes in with bruises or cuts) they come up with excuses or say they're too busy.
Harold sighed, he wanted to help George but how could he if he's already a foster kid, if he tells someone what his parents are doing, he risks getting George taken away and the Beards are the best family he's gotten and he's not throwing that away.
"George, maybe you could find some type of family counseling for your parents, just print out an ad and put it in the mail for your parents to see."
George looked at the blonde one with tired eyes.
He sighed, "I've tried that Harold they just threw it away. And even if I did try that again, i doubt they'll actually use it."
They both sat in silence, wondering what to do.
George got up from the beanbag and grabbed a messenger bag.
"I've got Book Club at the community center in a few. If you've got any ideas, write them down for me please. I'll see you after." He says as he descends the treehouse.
Now Harold's just left there alone again.
Why does he want to help George with his parents but refuses to tell anyone how drunk his mom gets every other night.
He sighs and leaves the treehouse, and goes through the back door of his house.
When he enters, he's hit with the smell of wine and paint, just great.
He enters his mom's paint room and sees her passed out over her desk with an unfinished painting on an easel beside her.
He couldn't care less. Because he already didn’t.
He slammed the door on purpose, hoping she would wake up but she just kept on snoring. He sighed and went to his room, where he found a small child hiding in his bed.
"Heidi, moms asleep dont worry."
He pats her head, and she comes out from under the covers, face wet from tears.
"You hungry, I can make you something if you want."
She shakes her head and pulls herself on his lap, hugging him tight.
"Dont worry, no matter what, I'll protect you."
He laid Heidi down onto the foldable cot he had under his bed and left the room to let her sleep.
He went into the kitchen and saw a big puddle of wine, a broken glass, and at least 3 open bottles of strong red wine.
He cleaned it up as quiet as he could before heading into the living room and turning on a show he's been re-watching for weeks now.
As he watches, he says something to himself he's been saying every day for the past couple of years.
I was in the middle of writing a fic when tumblr lagged, posted it, I didnt know how to put it back in drafts so I deleted it and now I don't know what to do *cries silently under a blanket*
George has eaten flowers before and has been to the emergency room due to him 'accidentally' eating a poisonous plant (as if he hasn't read or watched everything about poisonous plants)
Harold however has a strategy to help stop George from eating random plants called "Keep your hands in your fucking pockets or at least where i can see them or i will pull the hiemlich maneuver on you dumbass"
George hasn't eaten a plant (when Harold's around) after the first incident
How would George and Harold dress in high-school it would be the 2010s, so maybe scene, emo, or some subculture of alt because, let's be honest, they would never dress basic or 'normal' they like sticking out
"I'm so fucking bored" Harold flopped onto the beanbag, faded eye bags under his eyes and marker smeared wherever it could be. George watched and laughed a bit, but he was bored as well.
The two pranksters were in the treehouse, which has had a few renovations since it was first built, giving it more space. They had no motivation to do anything, but they promised a new comic by Friday, and it was currently Thursday, but again, no motivation for anything.
George got up from where he was sitting on the floor and started to pace, a habit he picked up whenever he had energy built up but too tired to let it out.
He tried thinking of an idea, but his mind came empty, working too slow for his already understimulated body. He sighed and started to bite at his hand, a bad habit he developed over the years after seeing many shows depict stressed characters biting their fingers.
Harold noticed this but said nothing he was doing something he shouldn't have been doing either, scratching his arm till it went numb.
They both had their share of bad habits, especially when they were craving stimulation, and had a mutual understanding of it and what is worth telling a parent and what is not.
Right now, they just wanted ideas for a comic, but their minds were as slow as snails on a sidewalk, something they despised.
"Let's just not make one. It's obvious we can't at the moment." Georg sighed, Harold was right.
"Harold?"
"Yeah, George?"
A sigh "You're the best you know that right?"
"Yeah I do. Love you George."
Pause.
"I- i love you too."
Harold sat up a bit, surprised by what he said. George was never one to outright say he loved someone. And right now, he was hiding his face, most likely burning from embarrassment.
Harold crawled over to George and put an arm around him, leaning against him.
"You're amazing, you know that."
George nodded.
"Good." Harold pulled him onto a flat beanbag and closed the curtains.
The boy with the tie wasn't confused by this it was something Harold did whenever George was tired.
He yawned. He needed to fix his sleep schedule, and right now, it would be a good place to start.
He turned to his side, Harold throwing a slightly cold blanket onto him, and as he fell asleep, he felt like the most loved than he had in a while.
No... WELL YOUR GETTIN IT WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
• Harold isn't that much of a picky eater he'll try stuff if he wants to. George on the other hand... he has ARFID so that's out of his hands
• George used to be called a N*zi and a terrorist by some racist kids who found out he was German and Afghan (they left but it still hurts)
• Harold will randomly start speaking Spanish in school and loves people's confused looks (the teachers have gotten used to it by now)
• There's a forest near the edge of Piqua and they have a little fort there with a tire swing and a small abandoned shed but they only go there when the treehouse isn't enough to get away from everything
• George has an interesting set of safe foods one being fish but his parents don't care as long as he eats something
• If they had the motivation George would excel in ELA I mean he could write college worthy essays but he usually half-asses them while Harold would excel in math he can understand algebra but again he half-asses it
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