T'aimer signifie perdre//DREAMNOTFOUND

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[Hi hi hi and welcome to my new book!! You should also greet my test reader that I brought with me, she's amazing and you will hear from her at the end of this chapter. If you write sarcastic comments or comments that could be taken wrong, please use /j or /pos or something, I have a hard time understanding people and mostly don't get it and/or get sad/offended, while you guys don't even mean it in a bad way. The only TRIGGERWANING is for drinking, wich happens out of/for fun. We need it for the plot.]

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It's already been a few months since George moved in with Sapnap and Dream and he slowly got used to America.

The visa problems were solved by now, and a completely new set up stood in George's new room. Eventually even Patches finally seemed to like him a little.

Today was Sapnaps birthday, he turned 21, that meant he was allowed to drink now. And he already used this opportunity today. Which you could hear. He was very, very loud.

The British streamer already celebrated this special day earlier and sat in his room now.

Sapnap planned to make a birthday stream, but they canceled this plan because he couldn't even walk straight anymore, which was caused by the alcohol that was rushing through his veins.

The oldest left his best friends and some other people alone over an hours ago, simply because he didn't want to babysit drunk guys. They were all adults now and could do that by themselves.

He was chilling in his room, playing chess against a bot as suddenly his phone rung.

'Dream' appeared on the screen.

George picked up „Dream? Are you oka-" he wanted to ask but was interrupted by a hiccup from his best friend. „George" he screamed hyped into his phone, loud enough for George to hear the echo coming from downstairs. „Georgie you should come down stairs we want to play truth or dare."

„I'm not going down there", George stated. „I will remain upstairs in my room, minding my own business."

The brown haired heard a giggle. „If you don't want to come down, the game will come upstairs."

It took George long to understand what Dream meant as he suddenly heard steps in front of his door, right before it was kicked open.

„What the fuck-", George groaned, looking at the drunk man standing in the doorframe. His best friend Dream. „Come down stairs with me Georgie", he reached his hand out to the smaller one. „We want you to play with us, you're missing out on a lot.."

„No." George said, turning back to his monitor, where he lost almost a minute of time for this game. „Dream it's your fault that I'm loosing."

The tall American leaned over the back of George's chair, resting his head on the brown, fluffy hair. „You'd loose anyways", he took the mouse and pulled Georges only rook in a dumb position so it would reveal the king.

„You can't just take my defense away like that! Now I'm going to loose!"

And as he said, the bot he played against won. The word Checkmate appeared across the screen „Fuck you", George muttered. „I was doing good."