Human

chapter eight

"Hey, its been a while."

George leaned back into his seat, glancing out the window. "Almost a month, Sapnap."

Sapnap sighed through the phone tiredly. "Why are you two avoiding each other?"

George frowned, "Im not avoiding him. Hes the one who wont talk to me, and i dont know why. It hurts, its fucking painful."

"Where are you?"

"Train," George answered as the train pulled to a stop. "I was heading home but decided to go back for a late study."

"Come over," Sapnap asked, "Lets go do something together. Its been a while, and i miss hanging out with you."

"What about him?" George muttered out bitterly. He was angry at Dream for hiding and being cowardly. It wasnt fair to keep something from him.

"Meet me at the address im texting you."

George looked down at his phone to see Sapnap had messaged him the address of a frat house, and that he hung up as he did so.

Hopefully, Dream would be there. George wanted to confront him about it. They were fine on Thanksgiving, so what made him grow distant so fast? And what exactly made him want to pull away?

It hurt a lot. George was stupidly attached to Dream. It made his heart ache knowing he couldnt text or call him without being left on read.

He missed Dream, a lot.

He wasnt wrong, or midly disappointed when he approached the house to hear booming music and girls giggling outside.

Sapnap found him in no time, and shoved a cup in his hand, smiling. "My boy!"

"Fuck off," George laughed, pushing him off. "Whats in the cup?"

"I dont know!" He laughed, taking a drink.

George glanced down at the contents in his dixie cup. It was clear with a hint of color. Oh well, he thought. He knocked back half of it, and fuck, it burned sliding down his throat.

Who knows, maybe he needed that feeling. It was like a little kick starter, a push to stop being so pouty. It reminded him of who the fuck he was. And George did not like to be pushed around.

"I love you, idiot!" George yelled out, slinging an arm over Sapnaps shoulder. The two were walking over to the beer pong table.

"Wanna play?" A girl asked, looking at them. Her eyes lingered on Sapnap for a moment too long.

"Yup!" Sapnap beamed, "but hes going first."

"Im really good with balls." George said to her, winking.  

She seemed confused at his statement at first. As she set up the cups and ping pong balls, she watched as George leaned up on Sapnap, all while staring directly at her.

"Stop cock blocking me," Sapnap whined, laughing.

George smiled, moving away from him. "She just seems like shes probably a bad fuck, but you do you."

Sapnaps eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "How do you know?"

"Shes looking at you like a fangirl, thats how." George patted his shoulder. He moved around to the spot he needed to be in, and looked at his opponent with a smile. "Ready, boys?"

In the end, George won. Like he said before, hes good with balls.

George turned, eyeing the people around him with a smile. The atmosphere was starting to grow on him. He was starting to enjoy himself.