T'aimer signifie perdre//DREAMNOTFOUND

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The first thing George noticed when he woke up, was the painful pounding in his head that was probably the reason why he was already awake.

He looked over at the clock on Dreams wall. '2pm'.
7 hours of sleep were okay, but not enough to get rid of the hangover he was struggling with now.

The clock was the second thing he noticed. He didn't have a clock in his room, he was in Dreams room, in Dreams bed.

The third thing he noticed was Clays arm that was still wrapped around his belly, the blondes fingertips against Georges chest, causing a little tingle.

He carefully removed Dreams arm before getting up. It took him a few seconds to find balance on his wiggly feeling legs before he tried to remember how he got here.

Blurry pictures of way too many vodka shots, people in their pool and crushed eggs, flashed through his mind as he entered the bathroom. It smelled like someone threw up, so the first thing George did was aggressively opening a window.

The hot Floridian air brushed over his face.

It was only march, but George still wasn't used to this hot weather. Sometimes he just wanted the rainy and cloudy days in Britain back.

He stared into his own brown eyes in the mirror, searching for support on the sink.

And so he stood there for a few minutes, just staring at himself. Counting his own little freckles and noticing the dark circles under his eyes, as his memory from last night slowly came back.

„Fuck" he groaned to himself, splashing some water into his numb feeling face „I am dating Dream", he said more to himself than to anyone else.

„What?" The brunette turned to the door, spotting Drista that stood in the door frame. „You are dating my brother?"

„Oh no", George whispered. „It's not what it seems like- uh it's a long story. Why are you even here?" he asked, staring at the young girl.

„Mom said that you guys might need some help with the cleaning and she is out getting groceries for you, so I need to help here."

„And you just walk into the bathroom like it's nothing?"

„And you are just too dumb to lock the door?"

George let out a sigh, drying off his face with his towel.

„So what was the dating my brother thing?" The teenage girl asked again, looking directly in Georges eyes that nervously scratched the back of his head. „As I said it's a long story", he walked past her, leaving the bathroom.

He made his way downstairs, trying to not trip since his sight was still blurry while being followed by Drista.

Downstairs, he slowly made his way through all the red cups and bottles that fell over, an egg carton and the eggs that spread across the hall, till he arrived in the kitchen.

„I have time", Drista stated.

It took George a good minute to get the context back together. „Well then I just don't wanna talk about it. " He begun to look for some eggs that were still in one piece and managed to find three of them.