George is in a mental daze, eyes lidded for the moment and hands gently kneading and molding the blanketing around him, creating spots he liked around himself while curled up on his side in clays bed. Soon, turning over, george discarded the section he spent time on. It was all familiar and came time and time again, month by month and well, it was like being sick. Your body is overheated and you tactically sleep most of it off so you dont do anything stupid and hope no one bothers you while at the same time, subconsciously beg the right person takes care of you exactly how you want them to no matter how moral it is.
His small thin hands get back to mushing around the soft fabric and his mind cant come up with any important thoughts other than a couple top-priority details he needed to remember.
Call his professors so he can reschedule some work or lessons.. As much of a pain that is.
Dont call home. Theyll immediately tell him to come home anyway. Even if they know when his heats came better than he did.
And finally.. Where was dream?
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The boy reaches over out from the blanketing and his hand drags around the mattress he was on, doing his best to mentally picture and recall where his phone was. Eventually he feels the cool screen and phonecase against his skin before he takes his phone into the den with himself. Hitting the On button, george squints his dark eyes open, the brightness causing his eyes to become slightly watery. He portrayed his heat as his death. Horrible things could happen when he was in it, like missing his classwork or falling too deep into his thoughts while being alone... Or generally because one was in a much weaker state when they were in it.. Mentally and physically.
He'd melt at the mere smell of dreams sweat in the blondes clothes if that fresh poison were in here. Let alone bare on his skin.
He types out a simple explanation to his few professors, telling them he was taking his monthly week off, maybe even another week and asking them to email him his work. George scrolls for a moment and spots dreams number, soon opening the chat and hitting the options before putting up the others contact name without thinking all too much..
"That Alpha"
He would facepalm at his weak mind if he had the energy to. But instead he uses his widdling down energy to correct the name.
"Dream."
Hitting the Power button, he sets his phone face down at his own side. Before turning back around and curling up in those blankets, closing his warm eyes and trying at falling back asleep. George eventually makes a couple adjustments before retrying at sleeping before he finally falls back into unconsciousness.
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"Fuck dude, you got some serious balls if you were able to leave on time" tommy tells the fellow blonde while sat with him at nicks place. There were a good handful of people in the decently sized overpriced dorm room.
"Yeah" clay merely agreed with a loose shrug and a small grin, glancing to the younger. The blonde was new to the campus much like him, yet year-based and not on simple relocating reasoning.
"What are we talking about?" Nick reenters the lounge from his bedroom with a couple of large bags of chips he had stashed away for company in his room. He sets them down in the circle of pillows and blankets on the floor. Tommy immedietly takes a bag with a braces-exposed grin, eyes on the brand name.
"Yeeaaahhhh cheddarr" tommy cheers while pulling the bag open and taking a handful out, immediately offering some to his brunette partner in crime beside him. Tubbo gladly takes some.
"Oh yeah i simp for that brand its soooo good at like 3am when youre on twitter or watching netflix" nick turns his attention to the two younger boys and fails to notice clays small subconscious relief at the sudden hard right angle of the topic change.
"Should we put on a film then? A good slasher?" Tubbo suggests while picking at his handful of the crisps.
"Sounds fine to me. Hardcore slasher films are something i can chew up and spit out and sleep like a baby through" sapnap states overproudly, bright grin present and reaching over to his laptop that stood half closed, playing some spotify to give his company some company to avoid the slumber party going quiet.
"Oh you shouldve seen tommy this one time we watched this slasher at the theaters and he said he had to go wee and threw up in the hall, it was amazing" tubbo grins and outs his close friend who elbows him sharply, making him drop his crisps easily
Clay lets out a sneeze and nick asks for a few more details on that memory much to tommys loud denial.
"Ey, sorry im late for the party, i was at my debate practice against schlatt and, oh hey is that cheddar?" Wilbur soon makes his way into the dorm seeing as the entrance was unlocked and available to whoever was loosely invited.
He stood tall and lanky and wore a beige crewneck and black jeans. The beanie wearing brunettes eyes shift over and stare to clay with a grin as he finds an empty pillow to sit at as tommy chattered to him, offering the bag to his friend.
"Hey dude, we're deciding which movie to watch," nick greets while opening a new tab on his laptop, glancing up to wilbur.
"Whatever we pick, make sure it isnt a slasher, tomm-"
"Ayyyeeeee!!!" Tommy whines as his sleeved arms come up to cover his face in dismay as the whole group erupts in laughter.
As well as a distraction things were going with his friends and empty company, clays mind kept offering him Georges sweet sweet shifting warning scent. He wondered what it would move on to smell like. The blond also wondered when it would be blindingly unbarable.
Two days from now? Two hours? It varied with different people and their one of three class. His mind kept reminding him what the date of the month was, so he could try and schedule things into georges and his working order.. It just seemed like the least he could do to be respectful to his new friend.
He also wondered if tommy and tubbo can keep their big mouths shut to sapnap about knowing why he suddenly wanted a sleepover. Because even if he were to tell nick he did and didnt want to sleep with one of his exs.. He didn't know how to explain how he felt to him or even himself on the matter. All he knew was that george was a treasure and he couldnt help but feel like hoarding the brunette to himself with or without his heat present.
But he blamed that on his animalistic thought process he usually ignored.
"Tommy do you think you can manage popcorn with those braces on?" Wilbur asks while holding a piece up to his own lips, amused eyes on his blonde friend.
The younger nodded in a clear lie and waited for any other comment.
"Alright so if i ringed motherinnit, she'd say youre fine to have popcorn even with those expensive braces on?" Wilbur pressed while taking the piece in his mouth and chewing, watching his friend start complaining.
His coffee eyes shift over to the other blonde in the room. After the conversation dies down he brings more of his attention to the fellow tall man.
"So, clay, is it?"
" i go by dream. Its a nickname." The dirty blondes eyes shift up to the other slightly slouching figure sat criss crossed at his side with some space between them.
"Well im wilbur. It's pleasant to really meet you. I hear youre georgets flatmate." He chips while his eyes look over the blonde all too casually.
"You know George?"
"Oh, the stories i can tell you about him.." The brunette muses with an amused grin present, eyes raising to the ceiling while repositioning his seating.
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