exposé

ten

Despite whatever had happened with Dream, George still managed to enjoy the rest of the party.

Following Dream's disappearance, he'd spent half an hour lying sprawled across Phil's very expensive-looking desk in an attempt to catch his breath. It was like the moment Dream had actually left, he'd taken all the air in the room with him. George could still feel the tension from before too, could still feel Dream's slightly chapped lips pressed heatedly against his own.

That feeling didn't really leave him for the remainder of the party.

Eventually, George had regathered enough energy to go hunt down Quackity, pushing aside the leftover fog in his head to focus on his best friend. Quackity was drunk as fuck, alongside Karl and Sapnap, who had met up with the shorter man sometime during George's escapade with Dream. George very quickly felt the urge to join them in getting shit-faced, leaving poor Bad to look after them for the rest of the night.

From there, he really only had very brief memories of the rest of the party. He could remember taking part in some karaoke with his group- something that sober him would've never done, and could faintly remember being kicked off the machine only minutes later by someone with pink hair. George could also recollect eating another mountain of cherry gummies, this time with Sapnap, before getting caught by Bad who quickly confiscated them.

At some point, someone had taken over the DJ booth and blasted some semi-decent music, which had promptly started a rave in the middle of Wilbur's living room. Unsurprisingly, the cops were called moments later and they were all forced to scatter, George having to hold up his princess dress as he ran for his life towards Bad's car.

He could only use the blurry pictures from his camera roll as proof of whatever happened after that, and even they weren't really good enough to piece together a solid idea.

Bad had driven them all back to Quackity's, driving so fast that George almost threw up all over his nice leather seats right then and there. He'd thought up until then that Bad would actually be the safest driver out of all of them, but apparently not. George had to help Quackity carry an unconscious Sapnap into the house, as the youngest had somehow managed to sleep through the cop car sirens.

Luckily, Quackity's parents didn't really care about him having unplanned guests over. George was round theirs more often and not, and knew of the other three boys briefly as well. They were already asleep when they'd gotten home, something that Quackity was immensely relieved by. He didn't really feel like explaining the intoxicated states he and all his underage friends were in.

He'd dumped him unceremoniously onto Quackity's guest bed, Karl quickly making himself comfortable next to him. Bad had elected to sleep on the couch downstairs, leaving George to share a bed with Quackity himself. Thankfully, it wasn't anything unusual, the two having had numerous sleepovers in this exact position before. Neither of them were sleep-cuddlers either (as far as they knew), which helped saved them from any awkward conversations the next morning too.

George had checked his phone before falling asleep, his thumb hovering over Dream's contact warily before deciding against it and dropping his phone messily onto the bedside table next to him. It could be discussed another day- hopefully when he didn't have several bottles worth of alcohol in his system.

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George had never felt so weirdly emotional about attending school before.

He was feeling a mixture of giddiness and nerves at the thought of seeing Dream again, having not spoken at all since the actual night of the party. Whilst technically he hadn't outright stopped avoiding Dream yet, it still felt strange that the taller boy hadn't messaged him at all over the weekend. You'd think that after making out with him, Dream would come to the assumption that they were on talking terms again- but clearly not.