George is the son to parents that own a multi-million dollar eco friendly car company. Cars have never been George's favorite subject. He knows which are the most expensive on the market because of his father but he's never understood the hype.
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"We should just kiss like real people do." Like real people do Hozier
"Where's your car, rich boy?"
George slung his duffel bag over a shoulder. It was near midnight when the group was finally ready to head out. Illegal and luxury cars lined the street of the house lit up bright. Every LED light was switched on max and painted a drab secluded road in beautiful iridescence. It reminded George of the lighting bugs he'd seen down in Texas once. A long Christmas business trip his parents had taken him on. The cabin in the woods was dark enough to see the insects through his windows. Twinkling and dancing to the silent cadence of the earth. This might not be beautiful bugs but it was a feeling George didn't want to wane.
"Parked in the garage," George replied. "Don't need it today."
Punz scoffed at George's lack of fire. They'd nearly got into it hours before but George had mellowed since then. Dream's intricate conversation had him chewing on more thoughts than he could swallow. This resulted in his drained body and indifferent mindset.
"What, you gonna walk?"
"George?" He didn't have to reply.
Dream stood leaning against the open passenger door a few feet away.
He'd changed out of the easy jeans and t-shirt. Instead, the mask was back and sealed tightly over his lips. The baggy t-shirt was replaced by a tight black long-sleeves.
While it seemed boring at first glance, the chest of fabric laced together with buckles which almost looked like seatbelts. Or in George's opinion, baby shopping cart straps. Dream's black cargo pants and combat boots completed his "scary" ensemble. George was amused by Dream's need to put on three different types of chains. They slung from his waist down below his left knee. It felt excessive. At least he'd left the gloves off.
"Not exactly."
"The fuck," Punz laughed. "He's letting you into his car?"
George grinned and adjusted Dream's t-shirt over his own black long-sleeves. He'd stolen it with no remorse when the blond was packing.
"This would be the fifth? No, Sixth time I've road in his car," George couldn't help but gloat. "Careful Punz, you're jealousy is showing."
"He doesn't even let Sapnap in it! Dream!"
George shrugged and spun on his heels to meet a frowning blond. Even without the mask, George could tell he had playful dissatisfaction. It was all in the furrowed eyebrows. Knit together to form little lines between his lofty brows.
He hooked a finger in one of Dream's chains, "these are excessive."
Dream scoffed, "you're acting like a whore."
"I don't know what you mean," George presented a frisky lip quirk.
"Punz looks like he might blow a gasket." George twirled Dream's belt chain absentmindedly and realized just how tired he was. Dream looked taller and more alert than he did... and far more attractive in the light. "And you look like you're high. Please don't tell me you hit something before this."
