Transparent\\ dreamnotfound

Transparent; chapter 12

The midday sun was nowhere to be seen. The usual bright blue sky was covered in grey clouds on the overcast day.

George slowly woke up. His body was sprawled out on the large mattress, white blankets tangled around his body.

Heavy eyes squinting open and adjusted to the lighting of the room. They closed shut again when they started to burn like hell.

He groaned in agony at the sharp pain in his head. The boys arm's ached along with his legs, he slowly sat up in the bed, causing his head to spin a little.

George felt drowsy, and some what sweaty, over all he felt like absolute shit. The boys almond eyes felt dry, he brought his hands to his face and rubbed them to try wake himself up more.

After a moment his hands flopped onto the white quilt covering him. He lolled his head backwards by the slightest to face the roof with closed eyes.

George's mind wondered off into the most random things someone could think off, until his thoughts were pulled to the day before. He remembered everything from ice skating.

The slipping, snow ball fight, Dream sculpting himself with snow.

He remember then leaving, and running to the car through the pouring rain.

He remembered all of that, even the eventful car ride, but the memories from the club were blurred.

As an idea popped into his head. George snapped his head to the bedside table and reached for the device that sat on top of it, immediately grabbing it and unlocking it.

His thumb swiped across the screen and tapped on his photos. The most recent photo was him and Dream, he was surprised he hadn't of recorded anything else. A smile crept onto his face as he studied it.

After a moment of staring at the captured moment, he placed his phone back on charge and thought to the night before once again.

He danced with Dream, that's about all he remembered. He knew Dream would tell him all about it when he wakes up, that is if he actually remembers unlike George.

The memories were all a blur, but he did remember feeling a little out of it when he danced with Dream.

Suddenly it clicked in his head. Dream offered George money for something,

what for what for what for?

He couldn't remember, but he could remember after that.

His head felt worse the more he tried to recall it. He drowsily turned his head to look at the sleeping boy next to him. Dream was completely crashed out, wait.

What is that?

George eyed the wound on Dream's cheek, a tiny cut was surrounded by a fair bruise.

Something must've happened, but George's thoughts were completely fried. He couldn't think straight at all, so he lowered back into the quilts and turned to Dream.

The blonde still smelt of alcohol, but only a tad. George shuffled closer to Dream's body, he pressed his cheek against the tallers' chest and snuggled into his warmth.

His eyes still felt heavy, and he grew tired again when he cuddled into the other.

It annoyed him knowing he wouldn't be able to remember any of the events without help, it was frustrating. He wanted to shake Dream awake and immediately ask him all about it, but that would be rude.

All he could remember was the feeling. Hiccups leaving his mouth, his head feeling dizzy, stumbling on his feet, feeling sick at one point but ignoring it.