PARTNERS IN CRIME//DREAMNOTFOUND

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Speaking of the devil, George thought.

He just got up and tried to balance himself and not faint, as the entrance door opened and Dream stepped in.

He grinned and waved at his partner, a good mood coming back „Dreeeeeeeeeeeammmmm" he shouted loosing his balance. The smaller one grabbed a heavy curtain to get some hold.

In a high pace the american walked towards him.

„George what the fuck?" he asked looking at the small british boy „How much did you drink? You don't look good right now"

George let himself fall against Dreams chest, letting out a big sigh „Oh Dreamie that doesn't matter"

„Of course it ma-" George interrupted him by pressing one of his fingers against Dreams lips „Shush"

The taller one slightly blushed but then shook his head to get rid of thought that just entered his head.

„Dream" his voice cracked as he begun to talk to his partner again „Dream you know what Quackity said" he was interrupted by a giggle „He said we should make out"

„What the fuck" Dream mumbled as George continued his drunk speech, wrapping his arms around Dreams neck „To get closer to each other, you know?"

The taller one turned his head „George you are drunk please"

„No, no, please I think it's a great idea" George interrupted him again.

„You wouldn't think that this is a great idea if you were sober" Dream didn't know how to act in that situation and gave Quackity that still sat on the ground an angry look.

„Dream please look me in the eyes, I want to see them" George mumbled trying to turn Dreams face to him „You can't even see the color of them, it doesn't matter if I look at you or not"

George let go of him „I don't care, I think they are very pretty, whether I see the color or not"

The American had enough of his drunk partner, embarrassing himself in front of way to many people „Come on George it's time to go now" Clay harshly grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the hall.

Half way the British boy was to exhausted to walk so Dream begun to carry him back to one of the cars.

He already got a key from Sam earlier, knowing that he would probably be one of the only sober ones that would be able to drive home.

He let his drunk partner down on the passenger seat, before sitting down himself and starting to drive home. The whole car ride was quiet again, Clay staring on the road and George out the window, trying to not throw up.

The few minutes felt like hours and when they finally arrived, George nearly fell out of the car.

„I don't know how much you drank but it was definitely too much" Dream spoke, picking George up again „Don't ever do that to me again"

He carried his partner all the way back to their room, where he let him down at his bed.

„Dream don't you think making out is a good idea?" George looked up at the tall American that stood in front of him „You still don't like me, I knew it"

He let himself fall on his back dramatically, holding up one hand to his forehead.

Clay sat down next to him.

„George don't talk shit. I like you"

The smaller one took another dramatic deep breath „But you don't love me enough to make out with me" he complained.