Roommates // DNF

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The following morning, George woke to a pounding headache. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, knowing the sunlight streaming through the window would only make things worse.

But his mouth was dry, and any attempt at swallowing only made it more noticeable. He knew that inevitably he would need to get up in search of water.

He opened his eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the bright morning light as he looked around the room. For a moment, his surroundings looked unfamiliar, but then he realized that somehow he had made it back to his dorm room.

He was lying on his side, his eyes drifting over the side of the room that he had decorated. His heart beat quickened as his eyes settled on his own empty bed, blankets still neatly made from the day before.

That's when he became aware of the arm lazily draped over his waist, and he looked over his shoulder quickly to see Dream sleeping peacefully behind him. So, he had made it back to his room, he just hadn't made it into the right bed.

He quickly shifted through the hazy memories of the night before, focusing mainly on leaving the party and anything that could have happened after. Everything was so blurry, but he was sure that if something had happened, he would have remembered it.

He inhaled, holding his breath as he pushed off the blanket and slipped out from under Dream's arm. He slowly exhaled the breath as he walked over to his own bed and sat down on the edge, his eyes quickly shifting back to Dream's bed as the blonde began to stir.

Dream yawned, his green eyes opening as he stretched his arms up. George tried his best to act normal as Dream looked over at him, a small grin on his face as he said, "morning, George."

"Morning," George mumbled back as he dropped his gaze down to the floor.

"What's wrong, you didn't wanna cuddle with me?"

George's eyes snapped up and locked onto Dream's, a teasing grin on the blonde's face as he watched George react.

George's face flushed pink as he tried to respond, stumbling over his words as he said, "w-what? No...I mean...I don't really remember much from last night. Why was I even in your bed?"

Dream raised an eyebrow as he laughed in response before asking, "really? You don't remember anything that happened?"

"What do you mean? Did something happen?" George asked nervously, not sure he even wanted to know the answer.

Dream laughed, obviously enjoying how embarrassed the whole situation was making George. Finally, he looked back over at the brunette as he answered, "don't worry, George. Nothing happened. You were just really drunk and you wanted to sleep in my bed, so I let you. You literally fell asleep the minute you laid down."

George exhaled, relief flooding his chest as he hummed quietly in response.

"You don't remember anything else from before that, though? From the party, I mean?" Dream questioned, his eyes focused on George.

George tried to recall the events of the previous night, his mind playing through the details that he could remember; arriving at the party, drinking, dancing. He remembered sitting on a couch, Dream beside him as he smoked for the very first time.

His eyes widened slightly as he replayed what else had happened on that couch; he had kissed Dream. Although he had already been slightly drunk at that point, he could remember perfectly how good Dream's lips had felt against his own.

But he also remembered being the one to pull away from the kiss before it could go any further. He had fled from the room, letting himself get lost in the crowd of people as he continued drinking to forget his stupid actions. The very last thing he could remember from that night was dancing in a crowd of people, Dream's body moving with his to the music before the blonde told him it was time to go home.

Dream was now sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes still locked onto George as he waited for some type of response.

George looked down at the floor, his face heating up in embarrassment as he quietly responded, "I don't remember much. It's all pretty blurry."

His eyes lifted to meet Dream's as the blonde pushed himself off his bed, his eyes narrowing slightly as he slowly walked over to George while saying, "really? Nothing at all?"

George shook his head, his heart beating wildly as Dream leaned over, placing his hands flat on the bed, one on either side of George. Their faces were close, lips almost touching as Dream quietly asked, "how about now? This bring back any memories?"

George inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to close the distance between them as he quietly mumbled, "fine, I do remember kissing you."

Dream pulled back, standing up with a smug look on his face as he said, "I knew it."

George swallowed hard, his heart still pounding as he quickly tried to explain himself, "I'm sorry, Dream. I don't know what I was thinking. I was drunk, and-"

Dream cut him off with a low chuckle, grinning down at George as he said, "it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself."

George fell silent, his eyes fixed on Dream as the blonde made his way over to his dresser, grabbing a towel and a change of clothes before heading for the door. He paused in the doorway, looking back over his shoulder at George as he said, "besides, I didn't say I didn't like it, George."

Before George could even think of responding, Dream exited the room, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. George remained still, his mind racing as he replayed Dream's words. Surely, the blonde was only messing with him, teasing George to embarrass him further.

How could I be so stupid? George thought to himself as he squeezed his eyes shut. He lay back on the bed, staring up at the white ceiling as he took a deep breath.

This wasn't how he wanted to start out his semester at a brand new school, by getting drunk and kissing his roommate, who he was pretty sure was straight. He had only done it because he had been drinking, the alcohol raising his confidence to dangerous levels. But he couldn't deny that a part of him had enjoyed it, not that he would let Dream know that.

If he was going to continue his plan to have a normal semester, he was going to have to try harder to stay out of these situations. But as his mind kept getting pulled back to thoughts of Dream and the kiss, he knew that was going to be easier said than done.