tonight | dnf

chapter three.

He rolled over, switched positions several times but couldn't seem to get comfortable in the unfamiliar bed; sheets trapped and restricted his movements, tangled around him. Every way he shifted got him more wrapped up. 

His eyes opened upon the few dim beams of sunlight that came in through the poorly closed blinds. He groaned tiredly, he had not only a pounding headache, but felt nauseated. His eyes trailed to the alarm clock which illuminated the time in blue.

The time was 6:17 pm. It wasn't even day. At that, hues of orange and pink set below the horizon and mist was in the air, clouds floated away with the setting sun. He'd slept all day, surely messing up the sleep schedule which he had just managed to fix. He should've expected this would happen but he didn't let it worry him. He always found a way to fix his sleep schedule whether it be forced by a friend or simply because he couldn't bare to spend another day exhausted and feeling like he just got hit by a bus.

George looked around the room trying to figure out whos black comforter he was under. Sapnap, the owner of the house and the host of the party, lived with a few housemates and this definitely  was not his room. Trippy rainbow tapestries were pinned over the purple walls. George thought it was odd for anyone to paint their walls such a bright color--his were a simple beige back at home. He looked over to a shelf where comic books, vinyl figures, and other collectibles sat. He seriously thought for a second that Sapnap had a 13 year old room mate, but upon seeing a few boxes idly in the corner, he remembered Sapnap mentioning a college friend moving in.  

Who was he to care about the decoration skills, George was only really worried that he had evicted a guy from his bed at the crack of dawn--it reminded him of a time in college where he woke up to a buffed out guy shouting at him for being blacked out in his dorm. After a near heart attack, George learned his lesson.

Pushing himself to find the motivation and energy to get out of bed, he sat up groggily and viewed the room; a red solo cup and a glass cup of water sat side to side on the bedside table, and besides that a bottle of ibuprofen. He was unsure whether he left the ibuprofen and water, or if someone else had. It didn't mater to him.

He'd done this a million times beforehand but ibuprofen never seemed to be a helpful hangover remedy, he took the bottle in hand. It was a bit of a struggle to get the child-proof cap off, but when he did he shook out two of the small pills in his hand. Taking a large sip of the warm water, he swallowed down the pills with a gulp, quickly to avoid any taste.

A loud yawn escaped his lips as he questioned where Dream was, vaguely remembering much after the time spent together last night. 

Not moving too fast, he stood up from the bed and the sheets fell to the floor. A rush was delivered to his head, it was like every second followed by another loud boom. It felt like there was a heartbeat in his head and it made him more uncomfortable.

When he made it downstairs he noticed there were a few people still asleep, some cleaning up and another few assisting the worser of the hungover who probably refused to get water themselves. George noticed specific people, such as Wilbur, blacked out on the couch. Or Fundy, asleep on the ground besides Wilbur, and of course Niki, who sat on a chair with a glass of water in hand. Bad seemed to be the only one helping out, picking up littered trash, offering water to a few people as well.

And for Sapnap, the host of the party, George truly had no clue where he was. 

He traveled off into an unoccupied room for some privacy so he could call someone to pick him up. In all truth, he didn't think he'd be able to even make it halfway home without passing out or puking his brains out in the side of the road. He was tired. George patted his back pockets, pulling out his phone only to see a few unread messages and some twitter notifications.