Please George, Don't Go // dreamnotfound

11: ~Oh~

George's POV
They made it to the party in under fifteen minutes.

Music blaring throughout the neighborhood, lights coming from inside the house, and the smell of alcohol consuming everyone's noses.

"Come on guys." Sapnap dragged Karl's arm and lead him into the house, everyone following behind them as he longed out his last words.

Beer bottles and solo cups were spread through the whole house.

Some inside, some outside.
Some full and some empty.

Guys and girls were on every corner of the house as well as couples making out.

It didn't really bother anyone honestly, well maybe George.

He was never one that loved to get black out drunk or even go to parties on his own time unless one of his friends dragged him.

Everyone was pretty close to being black out drunk and the party had started no more then half an hour ago, the ten of them now arriving.

The guys were mainly dressed in jeans and hoodies though some had on more revealing outfits.

Majority of the girls wore almost anything that revealed themselves, however, there were some that dressed casually.

The music surrounding them continued to get louder and louder, Sapnap dragging both his and Karl's arm into the kitchen.

Everyone guessed he'd been here before as he knew where every room was.

Telling Wilbur, Tommy, and Quackity where most of the games were going to be held, where the bathrooms were, and even where the rooms were.

"Here, take this." Sapnap held out a solo cup filled to the brim of alcohol, doing the same for himself, Karl, Tommy, Dream, and Quackity.

(I'm not sure if I mentioned this beforehand, but pretend everyone I mention in this story is around the same age. Tubbo and Tommy being the youngest at 22 and the others ranging to 25)

Everyone else had wondered off.

Once he was handed his cup, George wondered around the unknown house.

He stayed away from the main room which held most of the dancing and away from all the occupied bedrooms.

If anything he kept his head down low, taking sips of the drink in front of him and scrolling on his phone.

He preferred staying to himself, honestly who wouldn't.

I've never been a fan of drinking ever since that one time I drank too much.

How..how..

How Sapnap had to tak..no

How Karl..or Quackity..

Was is Wilbur?

No it couldn't be.

I drank too much because I was hurt. But why.

Who helped me get home? Who fucking cared for me..

Was it myself.

Why can't I fucking remember.

"Georgie? Are you okay there?"

The voice he heard was calming and soothing, helping him gain back his consciousness.

Looking up from off the ground, he stared into the beautiful yellowish eyes above him.

Dream..