the day i lost you - dreamnotfound/gream

Oh God, what?

Everything is burning and I love it
Sit and watch the world until it's nothing
Scared of going out into the public
Yeah, we the kings now

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I woke up with George, my head on his chest and our legs intertwined. Our clothes were still spewed on the floor, our naked chests pressed against each other. Maybe a make-out session instead of work wasn't a good choice, but hopefully no one notices. I felt him rustling beneath me, indicating he woke up. I looked up and saw him smiling like an idiot, "You don't know how long ago I wanted to kiss you for, Clay." I smirked, and pressed a firm, soft kiss to his lips, playing with his hair. I lied back down on his chest, very content cuddling with George.

George all of a sudden jumped, and went frigid, with a scared look on his face, "Oh my God, we didn't work last night.. What if they find out? What if-"

I soothed him, rubbing my thumb across his cheek, "They wont, it'll be ok. I'll ask Tommy how many he killed last night, and if its more then one, he'll probably let us claim it. We were supposed to be in the same spot as him last night anyways, so it'll be believable. Last night was much better then murdering, lemme tell you though."

He smiled, looking so happy. I smiled back at him, caressing his nipples with my thumb, pressing my cheek into the middle of his chest, head tilted to the side. That's when the question popped into my head. What are we? I didn't know whether to ask, to let it be, or to ask a different time, or anything. I had absolutely no clue what to do about my question, so I let it bounce around my head like a DVD logo, deciding to save it for later.

I looked up at George, pressed a firm, passionate kiss to his lips, my lips lingering a few moments afterwards. I got off of him, smiling at him, before getting off of him and getting up to put on some sweatpants. The whole time he was staring at my best feature, and as you could probably guess, I'm talking about my ass. Also, apparently he's the biggest bottom of all time, I swear to God.

I turned around and smirked at him, and he quickly looked away, realizing I noticed him staring. I chuckled to myself, and slid on the pair of sweatpants, taking out an extra pair and throwing it to him over at the bed. I looked at the clock on the wall, and jumped, my eyes going wide. Holy shit, we need to be at the company in 10 minutes. Not just leave in 10 minutes, BE THERE.

George looked at my panicked state, and looked up at the clock in curiosity. His face went pale, and he leaped out of bed, quickly throwing on the sweatpants, "Sweatshirt?" I nodded, and threw him a black sweatshirt, me quickly throwing on a grey one. We sprinted down the stairs, putting on our shoes as fast as possible, sprinting out the door, me grabbing my mask and his goggles on the way out.

We were sprinting down the sidewalk so fast, I'm absolutely sure we got odd stares. Two young men, in sweats, one with a weird ass mask, the other in childish 'clout goggles.' Not quite normal, but nevermind that. We started walking as we got closer to the company building, to not spark question as to why we were running. God, hopefully Tommy's there before we get there.

We reached the company building, and I could sense his anxiety rising, "Hey, we'll be fine, ok? I bet Tommy's here already, and we're not panting, or very suspicious. No one will know," I whispered, but who was I fooling? I didn't even believe my words myself. We started to walk over to the door, when a hand violently ripped my arm away from the handle. I was startled, but relief washed over me when I saw it was just Tommy.

He pulled me and George aside the building, saying, "Hey, guys, I know you didn't work last night. I didn't see either of you, and I'm not sure I'm interested in what you two were doing instead of working," He looked in-between me and George, shaking his head and looking at the ground, "And, I know Techno is really suspicious. I really, really don't want you two in trouble, when you fuck is your choice, so here's a person. Female, around 23, on Burlington Street, ok? Brown hair. Don't worry about me, I murdered a few different people, alright?"