Eunoia | DreamxGeorge

Mistakes

"Geo-"

He left the call. 

Why am I such a fucking idiot? 

He banged his hand against his desk. Fuck. 

George knew he messed up. He knew there was no going back. 

Dream knew. 

George looked down at his hand, he was holding his phone that was still open on the notes app. 

"Fuck," He said out loud this time, his thoughts and words getting confused.

He skimmed over the words he wrote in his notes. 

Without hesitation, George slammed his phone against the desk. He could hear it shatter but couldn't care less. 

George could feel his face burning red with embarrassment and anger. He wasn't angry at Dream, but more at himself.

The broken sound of a discord call echoed through his phone. 

He ignored it and walked out of his room. Leaving his phone on the table face down.

George walked over to his fridge and pulled out the first drink he saw. He opened it and took a sip. He cringed at the sharp taste but quickly put the bottle back to his mouth. 

He finished the first bottle much quicker than he thought he would. In a moment of irrationality George quickly sipped another bottle till it was empty. He could feel his mind being freed of stress, and he loved it.

He hastily grabbed three more glasses and carried them to his room. 

The sound of his phone ringing greeted him as he stepped in. He put the bottles down and answered the phone, not caring who it was anymore.

"George?" Quackity asked the second he joined.

"Yoo," George giggled. 

"Ayup Gogy," Karl added.

"We're streaming by the way," Bad told him. George nodded his head aggressively, forgetting his friends couldn't see him.

"What's up chat?" He opened another bottle. 

"Gogy, what are you drinking?" Quackity poked jokingly.

"Mikes hard lemonade," He smiled so hard his cheeks started hurting. 

"Oh so you're drunk drunk," Karl teased.

"Shut up!" Bad yelled the second he realized they were making fun of him.

George giggled again and quickly downed the bottle he opened before. He coughed as the drink went down his throat. 

He could hear the sound of him leaving the call but he didn't think he left it. Huh?

He suddenly got the alert of Bad calling him. George answered it without thinking.

"Are you okay George?"

"Uhhh... Yeah, Bad don't worry" He started slurring his words. 

"We're muted to my stream by the way-"

"HA! Like in heatwaves." He interrupted, "Are you gonna start expressing your love for me now." 

"George? What are you talking about?" Bad was getting worried now.

"You know? Like the fanfiction of me and Dream. DNF?" He started laughing again, "There was a part where I- well not me, me. George from the fanfiction-" 

"Ok George, I get where you're going,"

"I wish Dream would tell me he actually loves me. That would make things so much easier. You know?" 

"George," Bad's voice got serious all of a sudden. George still didn't seem to notice. 

"I mean I accidentally told Dream I liked him, but then I hung up cause I got scared. I mean I just realized I liked him, like, like like."

"George!" Bad screamed this time. George perked up in his chair and went silent. 

"George, uh look who joined the call."

And sure enough, the little icon of Dream's profile showed up. 

"Bad?"

"Yea-"

"Why didn't you call me, privately?!" George interrupted, feeling like he sobered up all of a sudden. 

"George?" Fuck, Dream.