The Most Formidable Thing

Feelings Awakening

George woke up at an ungodly hour.

He checked his bedside alarm clock, squinting his tired eyes in the dark: 4am.

Sighing, he rolled back over and tried to get comfortable beneath his sheets again. He closed his eyes in anticipation, ready to drift peacefully back into a state of blissful unconsciousness.

He stayed still, breathing slowly, for a good five minutes. No sign of sleep.

Fuck sake.

Groaning, he rolled onto his back, now wide awake, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. His inability to fall back into rest was especially annoying tonight, as he had been having one of the best sleeps he's had in ages before he'd woken up. Not a single nightmare, not a single flashback – just pure, heavenly sleep.

He stretched his arm up, before letting it fall over his face, covering his eyes. What now? George debated taking sleeping pills, which he knew he had in the medicine cabinet, but finally decided against it. Not only was he too lazy to get up and go there, he also figured that, given how powerful the pills were, they might knock him out for too long and ruin his sleep schedule even more.

So, mumbling frustratedly, he rubbed his eyes and sat up. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, he made out the shadowy figure of Clay, asleep on the couch across the room. His anger melted almost immediately in spotting him and was replaced with a calming sense of safety as he remembered that he wasn't alone anymore (for the time being, at least).

Not alone....

"FUCK." he half-yelled, before covering his mouth with his hand.

Luckily, Clay remained still. Unluckily, George felt an overwhelming sense of guilt as he realized the one person he had forgotten about over the past few days: Sapnap.

He threw the sheets off him and shuffled out of bed as quietly as possible, but in a state of increasing anxiousness.

Unzipping his backpack, he practically threw the items out of the bag, searching desperately for his phone. His hands enclosed around the familiar, thin piece of plastic and metal and he scrambled with the "on" button, his fingers clumsy and slippery.

"Fuck. fuckfuckfuck."

The phone was dead. He raced back to his bedside, plugging it into his charger, his heart pounding. He waited, tapping his fingers nervously, until eventually the screen lit up.

- 17 MISSED CALLS -

- 31 new text messages from: Nick :] -

- 8 new snapchat notifications -

- 21 new instagram notifications -

George gulped. He swiped the call notifications and unlocked his phone, tapping the "call back" button.

"Hey, it's Nick. Leave a message."

George cursed again, tugging at fistfuls of his hair in stress.

"Sapnap, it's me. Call me back as soon as you can."

He hung up, resisting the urge to throw the stupid piece of fragile technology across the room in angst. Just as he was about to get up to get a glass of water, however, a persistent vibrating sound emitted from it. His stomach flipped as he picked up his phone shakily to accept the call.

George winced in preparation.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK, GEORGE."

George held his ear away from the receiver and scurried across the room, slipping out of the dorm and shutting the door quietly behind him.