Not Your Number One//dreamnotfound

Chapter 8

Silence. Pure silence filled the car.

After a minute or two, which might have well been years to George, Dream took a deep breath.

"George," he said softly, "you're drunk. You need to get some rest,"

George felt his stomach drop., his heart shattering.

"I'm not going to have this conversation with you when you've drank this much. We can talk about it in the morning if you want to," Dream said kindly.

With that, he put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. No words were said, no music played. The brunette felt hot tears seep from his eyes.

-

The two pulled up to Dream's house and quietly made their way to his room. George grabbed a pair of pajamas and went to change in the bathroom.

He shut the door and suddenly felt sick. He was terrified. The anxiety in him bubbled up and his heart started to beat out of control. With shaky hands he splashed his face with cold water.

After taking deep breaths and calming down he returned to the blonde's room.

Dream was shutting off the lights and George climbed into bed. He placed himself as close to the wall as he could get and snuggled into the blankets. He felt a warm body slide into bed next to him.

He felt so alone, even though Dream was right beside him. He felt so stupid.

It was stupid to fall in love with his best friend. It was stupid to drink so much. It was stupid to kiss Chase. It was stupid to let his drunk mind spew his thoughts.

George silently sobbed. He fell asleep wishing everything could be easier. He wished Dream would hold him.

-

George slowly opened his eyes to be met with a pounding headache. He slowly pushed himself up and looked around, very confused. Dream was still asleep to the right of him. He couldn't seem to wrap his head around how he got here.

He grabbed his phone and was met with a text from Chase.

Chase

2:12am
Hey are you all good?
Dream seemed pretty pissed.
I'm sorry if I did something wrong

The memories flooded George's mind. He was suffocated with regret from the events of last night.

All of a sudden it was hard to breath. He could not be in this house anymore. He did not want to deal with the aftermath of his drunken actions.

He couldn't drive, he couldn't have Dream drive him, these thoughts just made him panic more.

Then it hit him.

He tapped on his phone screen and heard the line start to ring.

"Hello?" A sleepy voice said from the other line.

"Karl hey," George whispered, desperately trying to not wake Dream, "can you please come pick me up, I'm at Dream's. I can-"

"I'm on my way,"

And then the call was ended.