A/N: I don't support Schlatt's actions in any way, I'm just using his character for story's sake because I think he fits in well.
Dream was invited to a party.
As usual.
Parties are the prime place to get
drunk, high, you name it.
And maybe it was just the place to get his
mind off of star boy.
It was going to be after school, hosted at
the famous Schlatt's house.
Some dude that goes to some other high-
school.
"Some dude" that is also probably best known
for his rich parents, big mansion, and most
importantly, ragers.
And he heard this one was going to be a rager.
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The part was already wild when Dream arrived,
drunk and high teens walking around blindly,
stumbling into anything in their paths.
But it felt good.
It felt good hearing the loud music buzz through
his body, drowning out his thoughts.
And with alcohol coursing through his veins, it
wasn't hard to find a pretty girl who wanted his
attention.
She was small and round, her face red and sweaty.
And she was wearing a satin red dress that he
couldn't wait to rip off.
Right?
He asks to kiss her, and she grabs his face and
pushes her lips to his.
It all felt unpleasant and forced to Dream, her
breath reeked of alcohol, and her lip-gloss was
too much for him.
But when she started to palm him, he moaned
out, "George."
And she knew that he didn't like her, and she
most certainly wasn't going to continue.
"Go kiss your George dipshit, not me." she says.
"He's in the theatre room by the way." She adds
with a whisper.
She lets go of his collar, and with a swish of
flaming red hair, she's off.
So he does go after his star boy.
His George.
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Star Boy - DNF
Romance❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞.❞ In which Dream is in love with his Star Boy.
