A Demonic Dance

Chapter Thirty Nine: The meetup

Two weeks. They'd been told it was Two weeks until Bad and Skeppy would come to visit. It had seemed oh so long ago. And now it was only a few hours till they'd be meeting up with the two. It almost felt surreal.

Of course Sapnap had been majorly annoyed that he couldn't come and meet up with them, but he had school and other things he annoyingly couldn't just take a break off. Instead they'd promised that they'd all meet up another time.

The abruptness of the travel announcement had made it a bit hectic to try arrange when to meet up and things, originally they had all planned to meet up today -the second day of the two boys trip- but then alas Wilbur had ended up having something come up last minute, same with Fundy, so it ended up that just George would be meeting with them.

"So, you coming with me?" George asked as he pulled on a hoodie, Dream splayed out on the bed lazily, watching the other before sitting up, surprised at the offer.

"Wait, I'm invited?"

"Well, you might as well instead of me just going on my own. And seeming to make you promise never to leave me it's obvious you aren't going anywhere anytime soon you I guess you might as well stop just hiding in my apartment." George explained as the other peeled himself off the bed and over to get something more suitable for the outside weather.

"I'm honoured. Just can't wait to scare away more of your friends." Dream joked as he got up, the human giving him a friendly elbow as they passed.

"On second thoughts you can just stay here." George shot back, trying to stifle back his smile as Dream pouted sadly next to him, the lack of authenticity in it nearly knocking him over the edge.

"Oh, pleeeeease. I was just kidding." Dream whined, flopping back down on the bed in annoyance, glaring George down.

"Okay then, but I'm serious, please don't scare my friends away."

"Meh, I've met Wilbur, Niki and Fundy  and they still hang around you right?" Dream replied, removing himself from the bed once more after realising he should probably wear something smarter than just sweats.

George paused for a moment, turning around to him before quickly averting his gaze after seeing the others shirtless form. "I- uh, when exactly did you meet Wilbur and Fundy?" He ended up asking instead, his brain not being able to procure a recollection of an event where the three had met. (This was either due to the alcohol that had been clouding his mind during said event or just the fact his brain was failing to function due to the sight he'd just seen).

"It was on your birthday, you were so shit faced drunk I came and picked you up."

The human opened his mouth to try to reply before realising he really didn't remember much of what they did that night, let alone how he got home, so it made sense that he would have no recollection of the meeting.

"Anyway, off the topic of your drunkenness, when are we meeting them?"

"Oh uh, around an hour?" The brunette replied, though seeming he wasn't that sure about it himself it ended up coming out as more of a question then an intended answer.

He just couldn't believe he would be finally meeting the two, they'd all played together for years yet somehow the mention of visiting each other had seemed to just never really occur to them, each and every one of them being to busy in their private lives.

This was also something that made George wonder why the two males were here in the first place, don't get him wrong he was more than overjoyed to finally get to meet them, but it did seem kind of random and sporadic, especially for people that lived in quite hot and sunny places. Who the hell would want to visit rainy England, in November especially? It just didn't seem to make sense to the Brit, but yet again, he wasn't complaining.