Streamers, Hoodie and Twins

Chapter 3

George picked up the bottle and drank the clear liquid inside. Vodka, a drink he'd never touched before, was now his saving grace. It was the one thing that could make him forget her.
The bottle slipped from his grasp and shattered into a million pieces on the wooden floor. The alcohol swept all over the floor, washing the tiny fragments of glass with it.
'Fucking hell!' George yelled, not caring about the glass cutting his feet as he made his way across the kitchen to grab another bottle. His memory hadn't quite left him yet, and the pain of losing him was even stronger tonight. He took another swig of the vodka. Gone. He had to make the pain go.
When he awoke, his head felt like it had been sawed open, his brain had been ripped to pieces and then it had been glued back together, all without anaesthetic. He'd never been hungover before in his life, and he hoped it would never happen again. But being drunk...being drunk was fantastic. When he was drunk, he was lost in a world of happiness, one where Brianna didn't exist.
He called Sapnap, rubbing his head. When Sapnap answered, the volume of his voice made George want to kill himself.
'Shut up,' George mumbled. 'My head feels like it's about to explode.'
'Why the fuck does your voice sound so weird?' Sapnap questioned.
'I said shut up,' George groaned.
'Dude...were you drinking? Are you drunk?'
'I was,' George sighed. 'And now I'm hungover as fuck. What can I do?'
Sapnap groaned. 'What were you drinking?'
'Vodka.'
'Vodka? What the hell! How much did you have?'
George didn't know. All he knew was it was a lot.
'Dude, just lay down and try to go to sleep.'
'Also my foot is killing me.'
'What did you do to it?'
'I think I broke a bottle and then stepped on it? I dunno, my memory is messed up.'
'Is it bleeding? Like, badly bleeding?'
There was blood all over George's white sheets, and there was a blood trail leading to his bead. 'Yeah.'
'Go to the hospital, then, I guess. Get it stitched up.'
'Yeah,' George muttered. 'Can I take medicine or something? To help my head?'
  'Maybe try pain killer? I don't know. I've never been badly hungover before. Why were you drinking, anyway?'
George couldn't answer.
Sapnap sighed. 'I think we both know, and let me tell you, he's probably just taking a breath from social media. It's no big deal.'
'K,' George muttered, hanging up. The silence was beautiful.
The next day, once his head was clearer, he thought about what Sapnap had said. He's probably just taking a break from social media. Dream mustn't have spoken to Sapnap since he mysteriously left the stream. He'd spoken to George, though, when he called to show him the hoodie.
   'Why would he do that?' George asked aloud. 'Why would he leave mysteriously, leave me on opened when I asked if he was alright, call me and be all affectionate and shit, and then his girlfriend call me? That doesn't make sense!'
   He stared at the photo of the hoodie. How could Dream say DNF is real when he had a girlfriend?
   Someone knocked on his door.
   George sighed and walked to his front door. He opened it, expecting there to be a delivery person or preachers or something. What he saw was very unexpected. It was a girl, a very beautiful girl. She had long, curly caramel coloured hair, bright turquoise eyes, perfect skin, a tan and a spray of freckles across her nose. She smiled, revealing perfect teeth. A dimple appeared in her left cheek.
   'Hi! I'm Amber,' she greeted. 'You're George, right?'
   Her eyes were very distracting. 'Uh...yeah. That's me. How do you know me?'
   Her smile grew even wider. 'I don't look like it, but I'm a pretty big minecraft fan. I've played it ever since it came out, so I like minecraft youtubers.'
   'So you must know Dream, then.' George had no idea why he said that.
   She shrugged. 'I know him, but he's pretty meh, you know? You've always been my favourite.'
   George blushed.
   'Do you want to go for a walk or something?'
   Suddenly, his world snapped back. 'No, sorry. I can't. Have a good day.' He slammed shut the door on her.
   He hurried to the kitchen and called Sapnap. He didn't pick up. Growling in frustration, he called Bad. He didn't answer either.
   His fingers hovered above Dreams contact. He should call Dream. Dream would know what to do. He wanted to do it so badly.
   Cursing himself, he called Wilbur.
   'Hello?' Wilbur asked carefully.
   'Hey, I need help.'
   'Help on what?'
   George took a deep breath and blurted out everything. He told Wilbur about the hoodie, the calls, Brianna, him getting drunk, him hurting his foot, and the girl. Amber.
   'So...Amber just showed up at your house?'
   George realised how creepy that was. 'Yeah. She just knocked on my door.'
   'And you just slammed the doors shut on her?'
   'Uh...yes.'
   'And you haven't talked to Dream since Brianna called you.'
   'Yeah.'
   'So he probably doesn't know that you know.'
   'Probably not, no.'
   Wilbur sighed. 'This is a bit of a confusing situation, George.'
   'I'm well aware of that.'
   'I think you should just call Dream.'
   'No way.'
   'You called me for my advice, right? And that's what I say. Call Dream. Ask him about it. It's probably all just a big misunderstanding.'
   'I don't think I misunderstood what Brianna said, Wilbur,' George snapped.
   'Well, that's my advice. If you don't want to take it, that's not my problem. But I would advise you listen to me. I really think talking it out is the best idea.'
   George sighed. 'You really think so?'
   'I really do.'
   'Ok. I'll text him.'
   'Alright. Tell me how it goes.'
   'Yep.'
   George hung up and opened Snapchat. He sent Dream a text saying hey, we haven't talked in a while, I'm just wondering what's up.
   Dream responded almost instantly. Haha sorry, I've been having some family issues and things have been hard. It's all good :)
   George responded so you've been with your family? Not anyone else?
   Dream replied oh, well, I've been with my girl as well, but I kind of consider her family.
   George's heart sank. Your girl?
   Yeah, my new girlfriend. Her names Brianna. I don't think you've met her.
   George felt like crying. Oh. That's cool. Do you wanna call?
   Dream replied with a red X emoji.
   So that's a no?
   Dream replied yeah, sorry, I can't call know. Listen, I have to tell you this. My phone is about to die so I want to tell you know.
   Georges heart raced. Yeah? What is it?
   The next text came through very quickly considering how long it was. I know that a lot of people ship us and stuff, but in case you actually liked me I want to make this clear. I never liked you in a romantic way. I was just playing along for the viewers. But now that I've got Brianna, I think we need to stop talking. Like, I'm not going to tell everyone I have a girlfriend, but I don't want us to be shipped anymore. I only really care about the viewers, and Brianna, of course. I guess we'll have to still talk because of the SMP and stuff, but otherwise I want to cut all communication. I don't like you, George. Not even as a friend. But we do this for the viewers.
   Tears bubbled in George's eyes as he threw his phone onto the couch. All of the hope he'd managed to summon was gone. Dream was taken...literally.
   And Dream never liked him.
   George collapsed onto the floor, his body convulsing as he cried. He forgot about everything except Dream, and Dreams face he would never get to see, and Dreams house he would never visit, and the ringtone of his phone as Dream called him that he would never hear again. Done. It was all done.