DNF Oneshots (Dreamnotfound)

Fireworks

((Dream/Clay's POV))
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"Goodbye!" I shouted out my door, waving out to my friends who were leaving the party. I make sure to watch them drive off safely, as I know some of them have been drinking to celebrate the fourth of July. I laugh as one of them stands out the passenger's window and waves at me. I wave back but then signal them to sit back down.

    Once I see no one outside, I sigh. A part of me was relieved that the more chaotic friends were heading back home, but the other part wanted to be out there partying with them as well. After that little thought, I head back inside, the cold summer air biting at my sides under my shirt. I'm nicely welcomed to a small mess of cans, snack wrappers, and other reminiscences of the party. I look over into the kitchen where George and Nick are beginning to clean up dirty dishes. I smile over at them, glad they chose to not drink because then I would have to babysit them and I don't exactly feel like doing that at the moment.

    I spend the next little while picking up garbage and shoving it all into a black garbage bag, whilst listening to George and Nick bicker and joke about in the kitchen. I can't help but feel a little jealous that I'm not in there with George, making him laugh, but I don't want to ruin his fun just because I'm being a protective and jealous friend. So, I just continue to pick up another red solo cup and listen to their conversations.

    "Oh my god, Nick." I overhear George grumble under his breath as he stops what he's doing to look up at Nick who's holding the faucet and a plate.

    "What?" Nick giggles out innocently. I can already tell where this is going and hold in my own laughter.

    "You know what," George glares, "You know exactly what you just did."

    "No, no. Go ahead tell me what-" Nick laughs and sprays George again with the faucet, "oops." George whines and throws the towel he was using to dry dishes with, onto the counter. Nick only laughs harder and soon George cracks a small smile and starts to laugh his sweet laugh.

    I shake my head and chuckle a bit while reaching down to grab the last of the trash on the coffee table. "You two are idiots." I laugh while tightening the strings of the garbage bag to tie. I'm not paying much attention when I pull the strings tight again and a sharp snap comes from my hands, "Shit." I mumble.

    "Are you alright, Clay." I hear George ask while he walks over. Nick returns to his dishwashing, but he couldn't do that without mumbling 'simp' to George's concern.

    "Yeah, I'm fine George." I nod and just grab the bag from the top to take out.

    He nods and yawns, "Alright, I think I'm gonna go try to sleep." Both Nick and I wave him goodnight and continue doing whatever cleaning we need to do. I can't help but look back at the hallway and watch him head into his room where he'll hopefully sleep well.

    "You're such a simp, Clay. Go take the trash out already." Nick tells me while I shake my head and snap out of my thoughts.

   
As I step outside into the cold, humid air, I can't help but notice what I've been doing recently. I've been staring at George, I've been wanting to have him to myself, and I've been wanting to be the one who makes him laugh and smile. I mean, of course I've always joked around about 'liking' him, especially when Nick makes comments about my actions. But have I gone too far? Have I created an invisible wall in between jokes and real life? I throw the bag into the bin and slam it down kind of ruffly, though, as I do a large firework goes off and starts a whole train of them. I stand there, interrupting my thoughts for a moment to watch the colorful bursts of flames explode in the sky.