POV Dream
I watched as George left the beach without turning back, he didn't even react to the hot sand or the fact that he walked back barefoot.
I turn to look at Sapnap who must feel a little guilty by the look on his face. Why does George hate water so much?
"How bad did he scratch you?" I ask him as I brush the sand off my trunks. "Take a look yourself." Sapnap turned both of his arms a little more towards me.
"Holy shit," I say as I grab his arm. 4 long scratch marks tear down from both his shoulders and almost to his elbows. He sucks in through his teeth when I lift his arm more.
"It's the worst at the top cause he was really digging into me." He says as I let go of his arm.
"We should pack up the stuff and head back to the house, you're gonna have to wait for surfing another time." I smile as he pouts. "Fine, but we better come again soon."
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After we load up the car, we both hop in and head back to the house. It took quite a while because Sapnap couldn't close the umbrella and almost broke it before I stepped in and had to fix it.
As we turn on our street and pull into the driveway, I open the garage so we can load all the stuff in and put it away later. Right now all I want to do is hop in the shower.
After Sapnap heads to his room, I head upstairs to mine to plug my phone in. When I walked up it looked like George's bedroom door was closed so I kinda just assumed he was in there. I was wrong.
I turn the bathroom doorknob and start to open the door. Wait, is the light on? I hear gasp and when I look up I see a glimpse of George before the door is slammed in my face. I can literally feel my face heat up with red. He wasn't wearing any clothes.
I think my brain is short-circuiting cause all I can think about right now in this moment is George in a towel.
George POV
Shit shit SHIT. Did he see me? Did I actually forget to lock the door? I'm such an idiot! I didn't even hear them get home. When did they get back? How did I not hear them? I literally have extremely sensitive ears.
My back is against the door and I'm breathing heavily. If he saw anything then I'm screwed.
It's silent on the other end and I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
"Dream?" I cautiously say through the door.
"Y-yeah?" he says back. Okay, okay maybe this is a good thing?
"Did- did you see anything?" My back is still against the door as I wait for him to answer. My hands are shaking a little and my eyes are getting blurry from the slight tears that escaped. Why is he taking so long to answer?
"W-well, no" he sounds unsure. "What is that supposed to mean?" I try to keep my voice steady.
"I mean, well, I saw you in a towel, nothing else." I release the heaviest breath I didn't even know I was holding.
"George?" he says worriedly through the door.
"You scared me you idiot!" I complain.
"It's not like you weren't covered though," I hear Dream shuffle around on the other side of the door.
"Right.." I mumble. "I'll be out shortly so you can shower." I pick up the swim trunks from the floor and hang them up on a towel rack to dry.
I open and peek out the hallway door to make sure no one is around, shutting off the lights and sneaking into my room, shutting the door with a slam to make sure Dream knows I'm not in there anymore.
Quickly opening my suitcase, I grab the first clothes I see and slip them on. I plug my phone in my charger and finally plop down onto the bed, scooting myself up to lay on my pillows.
When I first got here, there were 6 pillows, neatly lined up on the bed. Now they're scattered around in a U-shape near the headboard, cozy enough for me to fit.
I curl up by the pillows and close my eyes, letting out a huff of air as I get in a comfy position. I feel a low rumble come from my chest as I start purring, it feels nice to be able to relax after such an intense day.
POV Dream
After the whole bathroom fiasco, I hear George's door slam shut so I can only assume he's done in the bathroom.
I go to open the door slowly, just in case I'm wrong again, and find that the bathroom is empty. After I close both doors and make sure to lock them, I sigh as I lean my weight against the wall by the shower.
I'm struggling to get George out of my head. The way the towel was wrapped loosely around his waist, dipping dangerously low, as beads of water raced down his chest. His hair was wet, some strands sticking to his forehead while others were strewn around. Fuck.
Looking down, I sigh and head to turn the shower on, rotating the dial all the way to cold. I groan when I pull my trunks off as fast as I can and jump in the shower.
Now that I think back to George, I realize that was my first time seeing his hair. He always either has on a beanie or his hoodie, why is that? His hair seems fine- more than fine actually. I mean, it might've been a little messy, and it was sticking out a lot on the top...
That was his hair though right? It's not like there could be anything else on his head anyway. Maybe he's just really self conscious about his hair.
I suck in a breath through my teeth when I step fully into the water. I really gotta stop thinking about George.
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