'I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted'
George walked in the sand, barefoot. He has his shoes on his left hand and a pack of beer on the other. He sat on the sand of the currently deserted beach, staring as the sun slowly sets. He opened a beer and took a big swig. The view was beautiful, the sky a faint orange. This is the place. Everything was clear on his memory. He remembers that day, he wish he didn't.
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George grabbed a beer from the cooler as he sits on the sand of a beach Sapnap randomly found one day. No people were on the site except for George and his three friends; Dream, Bad and Sapnap. They were all sited in a circle, surrounding the bonfire that they have created, drinking beer and having fun.
"Okay, okay. I think it's Clay's turn! Truth or dare?" Sapnap slurred, obviously drunk as hell after drinking almost 7 cans of beer. In fact, the man looked absolutely hammered.
"I pick dare." Clay slurred as well, drunk enough that his vision was blurry. He had finished 5 beers and is taking sips on his sixth one.
"Brave man." Bad said looking impressed, this is the first time Dream chose dare through out the night. Bad was hammered as well after drinking four beers, his fifth one on his left hand.
George sat quietly, taking little sips from his second can, at least one of them has to say sober so no one could make a stupid dare like go skinny dipping on the water and drown.
"I dare you to...hmm whats a good one, Bad?" Sapnap said as he wrapped his left hand around Bad's shoulder, some beer spilling on his friend's shirt.
"Oi, be careful." Bad said, slightly annoyed at his friend.
"Hmmm how about you passionately kiss George, Dream?" Sapnap said wiggling his eyebrows at the two.
"What the heck is wrong with you?" George said, rolling his eyes at his friend, not taking what Sapnap said seriously. He let out a surprised squeal when Clay grabbed his face and smashed their lips together. The Brit's eyes widened, he didn't think Clay would actually do it! George was frozen as Dream moved his lips, trying to kiss George passionately. George's fingers went cold as he felt his body tremble a little bit. What the heck is this feeling? George was confused, he feels the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. Dream's lips tasted sweet, it tastes sweeter than honey with a little hint of beer. And when George was about to kiss back, Dream pulled away.
"George doesn't know how to kiss! Ha, get to my level bud!" Dream jokingly said as he took another sip from his beer. His other two friends staring at them in awe.
"I cant believe you actually did that!" Sapnap cheered, throwing his hand up in the air spilling a little bit beer on Bad again.
"Because I'm not a pussy." Dream replied.
"Hey language!" Bad exclaimed throwing an empty can of beer at Dream. The three of them started talking about random things as George sat there in silent, watching as the flame eat the dried twig they have gathered earlier, his fingers touching his lips. He... liked the kiss. The next day, no one else remembered about the kiss except for George.
'And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine
Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though she's right beside you?'
George recalled the day when he first knew Clay was dating someone. At that time he flew back to England to maybe, just maybe, shake off his feelings for his best friend. It had been two years since the kiss, 1 year since he moved back. A year since he realized that he's in love with Clay, and the feeling was still there even though its been a years since they last see each other.
