PARTNERS IN CRIME//DREAMNOTFOUND

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He opened his tired eyes, already feeling the headache pounding in his head.

The smaller one sat up, holding his head in his hands before looking across the room. The blurry vision slowly faded, other than the pain and the feeling that he was about to throw up.

Through his now clear vision he saw his partner staring at him.

„Good Morning" he mumbled in a deep voice.

„Wow you are awake" Dream spoke looking at his phone „2pm, didn't expect you to wake up earlier honestly" the American looked at him, trying to figure out only by that if George remembered what happened or not.

„So how are you feeling? Do you remember anything?" he asked as he noticed that he couldn't find it out somehow else.

George could not remember. (TRN: WELL SHIT OMFG U STUPID B)

Of course he couldn't.

The amount of alcohol that slowly lost its effect over night not only caused a big hangover, but a big gap in his memories.

Everything from the point where he drunk the vodka with Quackity was blurry, just like it was completely erased from his mind.

„No"

A small sigh left Dreams mouth as the British boy shook his head „Nothing after I begun to drink vodka with Alex" he rubbed his eyes with his fist „And I feel horrible. Thanks for asking"

Dream didn't respond. Simply because he didn't know how to reply to that.

He wanted George to remember, he wanted to be able to kiss George over and over again. Sober. But somehow he was also happy that he didn't remember their kiss.

It would be awkward to talk about it.

Especially if George lied and really only kissed Dream for fun and because he was drunk.

„Why are you asking if I remember anything? Did something weird happen? What did I miss? I'm sure my memory will slowly come back that's how it always works for me"

Dream looked down, fidgeting his hands „No, no nothing happened. Just asking because I know how bad hangover are" he tried to explain his question „But you didn't miss anything important. We went back home and straight to bed"

George nodded „Okay then. Can we get some food? I feel like I'm about to throw up" he held a hand over his mouth.

„Sure" Dream nodded too „Should I grab something for you or do you think you can walk properly?" „I'll be fine" George spoke and added a little „I think"

On their way over to foof, Dream let his thoughts run free.

He came to the conclusion that he wanted George to remember. Even if it would be a weird talk, it would be better than the feeling he had now.

He felt lost. Yeah, lost was the best way to describe it, because he didn't know what to feel exactly.

The tall American wanted his partner, that's one thing he knew for sure. When he realized he might like George, he didn't know it was or could turn out that bad.

He stopped on the staircase and turned around to George taking a deep breath. He hesitated.

„What's wrong?" his partner asked.

„Nothing, nothing just- I don't know. I'm hungry" George looked confused but nodded as Dream continued to walk down stairs.

Both saw Quackity standing up as they entered the cafeteria. The Mexican walked towards them and laid an arm around George's shoulder „Hey man" he said „What happened yesterday, huh? What did I miss?"