Fall For Me // dreamnotfound

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tw// underage drinking

As George gets ready for the party, he contemplates just wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, but knows it'll be off brand for him. He's spent so long creating a reputation for himself that he can't break now. He just has to fake it 'till he makes it.

The brunette puts on a short black skirt, a skin tight white turtle neck, and black combat boots. He's both excited and nervous for the party. He hopes Wilbur is there in case he's left alone with nobody else to talk to. Even though Wilbur wouldn't want to deal with his drunk dumbass at a party, he figures it's worth a try.

Karl drives George and the two of them talk about random things. Karl knows there is something wrong with the Brit, but doesn't know exactly what and doesn't want to bring it up in fear of just upsetting him even more.

George had already been exhausted at school, but after the football game now he's just infinitely more tired. He desperately needs the alcohol or at least something to wake him up.

The two of them arrive at the party and find their group, Sapnap, Alex, and Dream, already drunk and messing around. George can't stop himself from looking at the blonde, but averts his gaze when Dream doesn't return it. Does he hate me? Does he regret what happened?

"George!" Alex slurs out, draping himself over the Brit. "Lets get drunk together! You're being booooring."

George laughs slightly as Alex leads them to the kitchen, grabbing them both beers. George happily takes one and drinks it slowly, not feeling it as much as he thought he would. They spend some time together drinking and talking, messing around and occasionally pranking people.

Alex soon leaves him alone and George has no clue who to talk to. He feels so small here, everyone is conversing or making out in a corner. He looks around for a while then finds Wilbur talking to Tommy and Tubbo outside.

"George! You're here!" Tubbo says excitedly as George approaches. "Help me, these two are all drunk and shit."

"Wilbur?" George puts a hand over his heart and feigns hurt. "You're drunk? And without me?"

"Shut up Gogy," Wilbur giggles as he wrestles with Tommy to get something.

"They've been like this all night so far," Tubbo rolls his eyes. "And all because I got my license. They made me the designated driver!"

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I'll probably be stuck calling an Uber tonight or walking, so at least you have a safe ride," George laughs as he takes a drink of his alcohol.

"By the way, have you been okay recently? I saw you at the game and you looked pretty upset," Tubbo says with a frown as Tommy and Wilbur leave to get more drinks.

"Yeah I've been doing alright, I've hardly gotten any sleep this week though," George scratches at the back of his neck. He wants to tell Tubbo everything, but he remembers how Wilbur said he looks up to him as a role model. He can't have the boy knowing he's a gay mess right now, he's not even out to everyone yet. He just pretends to like girls when he secretly has a crush on the football captain that's ignoring him, what a twisted cliche.

"Are you sure? You can trust me with anything, you know?" Tubbo reassures.

"Yeah I know, thanks Tubbo, but I'm alright," George nods and offers a light smile. The two talk for a while longer until Tubbo finds Wilbur and Tommy nearly pulling each other's hair out, so he leaves to their rescue.

George laughs at their friendship dynamic, it's even funnier when drunk. He wishes he had people that close to the point where they're pretty much family.