mixed feelings // dreamnotfound

Part 18: Text

Friday, December 17th

We used my navigation to drive home, as George said that his was buggy. 

When we finally reach the house, George gets out of the car and stretches. 

I chuckle. "How you holdin' up?" 

He looks at me and smiles. 

"I feel like I'm going to pass out on my bed."

I laugh and slam the car door shut. George does the same, and we walk up to the front of the house. 

I unlock the door and push it open, finding Sapnap in the living room.

"There you are." He says sternly. 

I feel a sudden wave of guilt. 

"Yeah, hey. Sorry for how long it took, George wanted-" I start, and Sapnap suddenly interrupts me as he sees George behind me. 

"George, hey, did you read my messages?"

George shakes his head. "No, my phone was dead the entire day. I forgot to charge it."

A look of relief washes over Sapnap's face. "Can I use it?"

George looks at him in confusion. "Uhm, tomorrow. I'm going to sleep now."

I look at Sapnap in confusion as he continues trying. "No, please. Just for a few seconds."

George starts up the stairs. "Tomorrow, Sapnap."

Sapnap gets up and follows him, voice straining. "No, please. You don't understand."

I follow them up the stairs, hearing George's voice again. 

"Why do you want it so bad?" He asks annoyedly. 

"Just, please-"

"No, Sapnap. Why are you even acting like this? Piss off."

He continues trying, before George gets in his room and locks the door. 

Sapnap stands outside helplessly in defeat. 

I squint at him, trying to understand what he's doing. He turns to face me. 

"Care to explain what you need so badly on his phone?" I ask.

He looks at me with the most anxiety I've ever seen coming from him. 

I sense uneasiness in his voice as he speaks. "N- no. I just- I fucked up."

I grin. "Did you accidentally send nudes to the wrong person?"

He suddenly becomes angry. "No, it's not a joke, Dream. I really fucked up."

I stare at him in confusion. "Okay.. what did you do?"

He looks at me with fear again. 

"Are you okay?" I ask.

Suddenly, he takes a deep breath and looks at the ground. "Yeah. Goodnight, Dream." 

He walks down the hall and enters his room. 

I yawn and decide to walk into my own, too tired to bother chasing after him. 

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I wake up, barely having gotten any sleep. I tried texting George last night, but he didn't respond. 

I guess he did pass out on his bed, I chuckle to myself. 

I check the time on my phone.