A Lovely Mess

Day 18 cont

[ one more night - maroon 5 ]

The car journey was relatively silent, soft sniffles coming from sapnap in the back seat could be occasionally heard, whilst george hummed to himself with his head resting against the glass of the window.

"I'm having a hard time processing this" dream finally spoke, george cocked his head in dreams direction.
"i don't really understand it either" George confessed
"So what are you some sort of zombie whisperer now" Dream jokingly chuckled.

"i don't know- it's strange. it's like i can feel them? i could connect with them as i do a person, it's like the person they once were is still in there... somewhere"
"That's ridiculous"
"huh?" George raised an eyebrow
"Everyone knows that they aren't anything, they're brain dead george."
"no- it's not like that"
dream shrugged, "they seem brain dead to me"
"you just don't want to accept that there could be remains of who they once were because you had to take down dri-"
"Don't you dare bring her into this" Dream snapped
"i'm just sayin-"
"well don't! shut up george, just for once shut up"

George let out a heavy sigh, turning back to the window, resting his head against that.

George felt a sharp pain run through his stomach, he clutched at it releasing a small groan in pain. He shook it off and turned the radio on, maroon 5's one more night played, he turned the volume up relatively high causing dream to let out an unimpressed sigh.

"You could've just left me there" Sapnap sighed, his arms crossed in the back seat.
"You'll get over it" George rolled his eyes and pulled down the visor and opening the mirror within it.

His eyes seemed a lot brighter than usual, they were more of a yellow than they were a brown as before.

He placed his hand against his cheek, his eyes gazing over each of his features, he sighed sitting back and flipping the visor up, dream pulled into a gas station.

"is this the place?" george asked opening the door and stepping out
"no"
"then what are we doing here" George pulled his machete from its sheathe.

"making a quick stop, is it that much of an issue your highness"
"you don't have to be such a dick clay" George sighed barging past him and into the store.

A z was trailing around the store, lifting its head up at georges presence
"oh fuck off will you"

the z seemed to nod and walked out of the store, sounding the bell. Dream stabbed it through the head as it was in his way.

George looked at the state of the store, shelves were tipped over and there wasn't much on them either. He picked up as much as he could fit in his bag before hearing the bell sound again, he looked up. Dream was stood in the door way, an eyebrow raised with his arms crossed

"Oh you can fuck off too" George grunted pulling his bag up.
"George"
"Clay, i've asked you to fuck off, politely do so"
"You're so dramatic"
"i'm trying to be mad at you, can't you just deal with that"
Dream chuckled making his way to george, placing a hand on his hip.
"You couldn't be mad at me if you tried"
"what do you think i'm trying to do, idiot!"
"c'mere" Dream wrapped his arms over georges shoulders and pulled him close

"I'm sorry for being a jerk earlier" Dream sighed, running his hand over georges back gently.
"it's fine or whatever"
"oh come on, stop being pissy"
"i have!"
"georgie"
"fine"
"kiss?" Dream chuckled running his hand to georges face, george nodded and dream brought his lips to georges, a short kiss was held between them before pulling away.

"So what am i dating like the zombie king now or something" Dream smiled grabbing georges hand
"Hm, something like that, Zombie kings a little rubbish, i'll think of something better"
"Zombie princess?"
"Gross! anyway, did you leave nick in the car?"
"Yeah; i locked him in don't worry"
"has he said anything to you yet?"
"nope-" Dream popped the 'o' "- he's not saying a word, also the guys missing a finger- i know for a fact we left him with all ten"

"What do you think alex did to him?" George stopped in his tracks tugging on dreams arm, signalling for him to also stop
"Beats me," he shrugged "The guy must've fucked him up bad to turn him from merciless zombie killing machine to someone who shakes at their name being said"
"hopefully he'll be alright"
"he always is, it's nick after all"
"Let's just get going, i just want to get this guy and get home" George began to pull on dream again, letting go of his hand upon seeing the car.

They got in and began their journey to David's residence.