Love Game | 𝐷𝑁𝐹

Dirty Dancing

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| Sapnap |

Grinning, he walked into the big arena's backstage corridors, placing down the snare drum when coming to their dressing room. Tonight's show was the big one. George was going to determine the bet, wether he was going to win the money he didn't need, or if Sapnap and Quackity got to keep it for themselves. Wether it would leave Dream heartbroken, or not.

"Have you practiced anything for tonight, Georgie?" he meandered around him, teasing him about how all the eyes were going to be on him, how he could be either the nights biggest star, or the nights biggest loser. He was visibly nervous, not talking much but instead concentrating on the light makeup he was going to wear before the big moment. Instead of speaking, he nodded slowly when digging through his bag. "Are you nervous?" he asked again, being meet by a serious but annoyed face in the mirror. Sapnap smiled even more, before turning on his heel and walking towards Karl.

Karl sighed when seeing the walking reflection coming towards him, sneaking up to hug him from behind.

"Are you ready for tonight?" their gazes were met in the mirror, the brunette sitting completely still. He nodded slowly as an answer, while the boy, still holding his arms around him, smiled softly at him.

"That's kinda fruity, Sapnap!" someone shouted from the other side of the room, which made him look up and release his hold. Dream.

"Oh, you fucker-" he was now charging at his friend, who only laughed when the shorter attacked him with tickles.

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"Okay, boys! Were going on stage in about twenty minutes. Are you ready soon?" Ava announced, joining them in the room with a black plastic board in her hands. Their attentions were turned at her, giving her a mixed agreement of yeah's and yesses.

Sapnap took himself a last look in the mirror. Since this show was a very special one, they were all 'dressed up' a bit more. He usually just had his normal outfit; which contained his casual black ripped jeans, a black turtle neck, and his signature white t-shirt with the flame on, and not to mention his bandana. Though, this time he decided to skip the t-shirt, and went with just the shirt covering his neck. All this, with a short-sleeved button-up shirt that he left open to hang on the sides, and a bunch of more accessories.

His crush, which in this case was the prettiest of them all according to himself, was wearing something simular to him but in his own colours. And instead of a turtle neck, it was replaced with a soft pink t-shirt; just as his pants became baggy, black dad shorts. Quackity, was wearing a wrinkled up white shirt, with his favourite navy blue tie, having them both a bit undone for it to look more untidy.

Dream however, was wearing something new tonight. He was also wearing a black turtle neck that toned his abs, but no arms were attached. Though, it was more of a body suit, and the outline could be seen going under his black cargo pants. And George; his loverboy, was just wearing his normal black baggy jeans, with his signature baby blue hoodie and glasses.

Although, these were not going to stay on for long.

He picked up his guitar that was leaning against the stand and sat down next to the other boys with their stringed-instruments. Dark tones from the light blue bass guitar were mixed with their normal orange and purple ones.

"Oh yeah, what song did you choose, George?" Karl asked, looking up from the pegs he were turning and twisting.

"You'll have to see," he mumbled, not answering his glance but smiling. That cause Sapnap to smirk, when thinking back to previous events. "And don't even think about it, Sapnap." he then continued, and threw his own glance at him. It wasn't exactly impossible to read his mind, since he always had the same come backs.

"Karl, you know when the time is, right?" the raven asked, dropping his hand in his lap once being done tuning. The brunette nodded, letting out a small 'mhm' while answering.

The raven couldn't help but enjoy the closement of the boy next to him. His colorful goggles reflected in the light from above, completing his whole look.

Sapnap didn't understand how, but he had somehow caught feelings for him. He didn't know when, but sure it was somewhere around last summer. But still, how could you resist those beautiful blue eyes, hinting a nice fade of green and yellow? And not to mention his small and fragile face, decorated so elegantly with light brown freckles.

Before he knew it, they held eye-contact. Strong, and not willing to break. Getting lost in eachothers eyes. He could see the hint of rose spreading across his cheeks when looking back up at him.

God, he wished he could kiss him right there and now.

"Okay, lovebirds! Time to head backstage," Dream called, getting their attention and realizing that the others were waiting for them. Sapnap realized what had just happened, and quickly turned away when hot pink took over the beige. He didn't want to face the brunette like that, he didn't want him to see him flustered. He was indeed known to be the cool guy.

He felt something soft press against his cheek, before quickly turning around and seeing the dark initials of his name on the back of the coat that flew with the wind of his hurried steps.

It wasn't long until Sapnap realized that he had just kissed him.

His hand were gently flewn up to his face, placing down on the spot that was now painted with a layer from his lipgloss.

Though, he shook it off. They were all waiting for him, and he needed to hurry to not destroy the whole show.

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It was in the middle of performing Roadtrip that Sapnap gave the signal. He gave the signal to Karl and George to be ready.

His fingers started to act up, forming the wrong chords and not quite catching up with the others. He swore loudly for himself, realizing it sounded absolutely terrible and destroyed the whole song. The colourful brunette walked over with his guitar, trying to help him with the chords, but wasn't avaible to before Dream cut them off.

"Hold on- stop the music. Sapnap, what the fuck?" he turned around to face them. But Sapnap only shrugged his shoulder, and stepped forward to stand beside him.

"I'm sorry, Dream. But you know what? I think it's time to change it up a little, eh?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, frowning with curiosity and a small amount of anger. The shorter looked behind him, giving George a small nod as another sign to run backstage. He quickly understood, and a staff member took his valuable item. He then looked back up at his friend.

"We were planning to do the exact same thing on every show of this tour, right?" the audience had quieted down, now listening to the boy who had stolen the mic, with excitement and interest. The blonde didn't answer, but listened to him as well. "And we were told that this show was going to be eighteen plus. So, why not use that time? We could do what the fuck we want!" his arms struck out.

The crowd cheered and whistled, making the flame-related boy smile when they agreed. He then called for the staff, who brought out the chair they'd wished for. Dream yelled over the crowd, being mad at Sapnap for not telling him what was about to happen.

"Just shut up and sit down!" Karl yelled back, laughing with his other friend. He sat down into a wide manspread, relaxing his back against the chair while still shouting at his friends over the loud crowd and gesturing.

He backed away, standing behind his friend when he suddenly caught glimpse of a skinny boy in between the curtains, and giving him a thumbs up for the outfit.

George, standing in about two inch platform shoes, followed by fishnets reaching up under his black skirt. A light blue and long-sleeved croptop, showing off his bare stomach and the glasses placed firmly on his head. A whole lot of more accesories and makeup, completing the outfit with a dirty smile.

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick,

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick...

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