I hate you . || enemies to lovers ; DNF

Chapter 24

this chap has smut and pretty much just filler ig

     This party was the biggest fucking party Dream's ever pulled. There was already like 15 kids skinny dipping, like a whole group of people doing body shots by the bonfire, but still no George.

     And there's no denying, he was a bit disappointed.

     There has been girls trying to hound him left and right, probably wanting to be able to boast about how they've 'slept with Clay Wakes!' or some bullshit, but Dream was just not interested.

     He was just chilling by the pool with Nick, Karl and Alex, a soon-to-be-blackout drunk. He was downing straight vodka at this point like he was gonna get his limbs sawed off tomorrow and it was great.

     So far, everything was going great. He was watching a few kids play truth or dare, and then 2 girls making out in that same truth or dare game, yet no George.

Suddenly, a tall, lanky boy came strutting into Dream's backyard. What the fuck? What was Tommy doing here? With--

Ah. They carpooled. Tommy, Tubbo and George. Walking through the backyard, a red party cup in his hand, looking as if he were walking through a fucking minefield.

And ho-lee shit did Karl's words earlier make sense. He was matching with George. Except George was wearing cat-ear clip ons. And an oversized cat hoodie with a cat tail peaking out. And knee high white socks.

Okay.

Dream had never gotten up so fast in his life, because one, Tommy was never allowed to go to Dream's parties. Not because of Dream, but Tommy's dad.

Two, George looked hot as fuck, and Dream's drunk-- Or usual confidence really, just told him to fuck it. (literally??) So he strutted up to them, acting as if the vodka in his hand was a beer, since he was basically drinking it like it was.

     "Tommy! Aye man, what're 'y doin' here?" Dream called, walking up to the trio, taking a quick glance at George, then back at the two boys.

     "Dream! Big dog!" Tommy blurted, holding his hand up in a high-five-wait-no-dab-me-up way. Drunk acronyms, am I right? Dream just ended up dabbing him up awkwardly, but couldn't find it in him to care.

"Thought you weren't allowed to come to my party. What changed?" Dream asked, tucking a hand into the front of his jeans pocket.

"Eh," Tommy looked up for a second, then made eye-contact. "Wil drove me, Toby n' Gogs. Said since I haven't been expelled yet I can go."

"He said he knew I wouldn't drink!" Tubbo smiled, looking at George expectantly. His head was hung, looking at the fizzy drink in his hand. "And he said George needed to get out of the house.." Tubbo mumbled, drawing a laugh from Tommy and Dream. George just looked up at them, his face a little red.

"I go outside all the time!" He refuted, glancing up at Dream for a split second, big, round doe eyes looking up at Dream. Dream smiled, crooked and smug.

"I'm sure George will have a.." He smirked a bit more, "Great time. Right?"

"For sure." He muttered, looking back down at the fizzy drink in hand. Tommy cleared his throat loudly and clapped a hand on Tubbo's back, seemingly an indicator for the conversation to be over.

"Well, me and Tubster have to go impress girls so we'll get back to you Big D," He paused, looking down at George, "And George."

"Wait what?" George sputtered, his head twsiting up towards Tommy. "Don't leave me, Tom, I'm not walking around with him--"