Study Date || DNF

☾Chapter Ten - Two Sided☽

CW: Underage drinking

ꕥ Dreams POV ꕥ

He's pushing me away, understandable; I clearly hurt him. It wasn't my intention, none of this was.

Flashback to the party

George, Karl, and I think some guy named Alex went outside while Nick and I stayed in the kitchen. I hadn't planned on drink, atleast not much since I had to drive but Nick had other ideas.

"Dream you need to loosen up, we've barely hung out since you became friend with George." He said pouring two cups of whatever alcohol was on the table.

"I've been busy with tutoring and football, if my grades don't improve my moms taking me off the team." It wasn't a complete lie.

"Dream you missed football practice thursday, and school friday. Even when you're not busy with studying you're never online, we've never gone a full week without texting up until now. Not to mention I thought George hated you last week but now you guys are like best friends." He's not wrong, I haven't been texting him much or getting online. "...Is there something going on between you two..?"

"What do you mean?" I ask fully aware of what he means.

He gives me a tired look "I mean; are you guys fucking or something?"

"God no! ...It's complicated, i'm not sure what we are." I've never thought of George like THAT, more of a romantic interest rather than a sexual one. I'm not disgusted by the idea though...

"Do you like him or..?" He trails off taking a sip of his drink.

"I do... I might be bi or gay or something I don't even know at this point." Sexuality was confusing, I finished my drink and and was already pouring another one.

"Well you like him and he's a guy, do you like girls?"

"No? Maybe..? I'm not sure anymore, the last time I had a girlfriend was sophomore year, I remember liking her."

"In the end labels don't really matter, just like what you like." He says acting like this was a normal conversation.

"You don't seem surprised by any of this."

"I don't like to assume but it's a little obvious, anytime he walked past you in sixth to ninth grade your eyes were glued to him."

"And you're cool with it?"

"I don't really care, it's not like it's changed you. You're still my best friend." He said with a smile "Now that we got that soppy shit out of the way; shots?"

***

I don't know how many I did, I stopped counting after seven. I ended up breaking away from Nick and heading outside to see George. I stood behind him rapping my arms loosely around his neck, he's so pretty, like the prettiest. I've never understood how someone could be as perfect as him, maybe even beyond perfect.

He deserves to know how much I adore him, the only way I know how to express that is through affection. I start kissing his neck, not in a 'I'm trying to fuck you' way, I just want him to feel appreciated. Maybe he took it wrong considering he didn't look too amused by the situation, he's not that used to physical touch so I don't blame him.