That Friday Night

Notes to Dream

"You're not going anywhere tonight." 

George ripped the comforter off ouof himself, his head, still throbbing. He got off his bed and put his hands on his head. "George, I have a plane to catch, what do you mean?" Dream hesitantly pulled the covers away from his torso and followed George off the bed. It's 2:37pm. "We have 20 minutes to get this place cleaned up.." Dream, ;' shirtless, exhaled. The two stood there for a moment before Dream spoke up, "Well then, what are we standing here for?" Dream started towards the bedroom door which was around the same height as him. He opened it and ducked as he walked through, making sure not to hit his head. He paused for a moment , blocking the open hallway from George's view. "Uhh, George?" A small comotion could be heard from downstairs. "What is that?" George pushed passed Dream. They both creeped down the stairs. Dream followed behind George. "If I get too close to you will you blow up?" Dream joked, followed by a small laugh from the bottom of the steps. Blondie and Brunette stopped. "Karl?" George skipped steps to hug him. "What are you doing here-" Karl smiled and hugged Dream who was now standing next to George. "I'm cleaning!" George's face was taken over by a charming smile as he looked at his living room. "Karl, oh, thank you!" George hugged him again. Dream, on the other hand, stood still, stood quiet. Karl escorted George to the kitchen where he poured them a glass of water. "So," Dream turned back towards the stairs and held onto the rail. The stairs creaked as he walked up them. He went into George's room. Dream threw the covers onto the floor, he searched hard. Finally, he grabbed his phone. He turned it over to see the screen, still cracked, but not dead. He looked to the floor and eyed his pants and shirt. Jingles of keys could be heard when he picked up his pants. Dream made a weird screaming/sighing sound. An 'Ugh'. He put on his dark pants and grabbed the keys out of the pocket. Fumbling with his hands he looked at the time on his phone. Fuck." He mumbled under his breath. Dream rushed out of George's room and slammed the bedroom door behind him. The paintings along the open-hallway's wall shook. Both Karl and George got up from the seats, they looked out to the living room just in time to see Dream leaving. "Where's he going?" Karl asked. A confused George went straight for his phone. The front door opens once again. "George?" A woman's voice calls out. Before George can grab his phone he is ushered out of the kitchen by Karl. "Oh, hello Karl." She turns towards the lighter brunette then back to her son. "I just saw Dream leaving." She began as she sat her purse on the small table. "Where is he going in such a rush? Barely even had time to acknowledge me." George's mother widened her eyes in slight annoyment. "I'm not sure. He didn't even say goodbye." Karl poured another glass of water. "Well he sure does know how to drive." She grabbed the glass. "Rental, I'm guessing. He backed out like a pro. I could never." Ms. Davidson put her hand on his chest as she took a sip of water. "Did you boys have fun?" Karl and George looked at each other and nodded. "Yah, the party was nice." A small hint of nervousness was hidden George's voice. Silence grew louder, and Ms. Davidson walked away. "The party was nice?" Karl questioned as he did air quotes. No comment from George. "I think it was more than nice. I mean, you woke up with your best friend in your bed." Karl was trying not to be pushy, but he was also very curious on what happened last night. "I really don't remember anything happening last night. The party itself is a blur." Multiple vibrations came from the phone sitting on the kitchen table. George walked over to his phone. Text messages. "Hey George, sorry I left so suddenly." Dream? "I have to go check out at the hotel, and if I don't they'll take my stuff." George began to type. "You're such an idiot, are you coming back to say bye at least?" The typing bubbled appeared on the left bottom side of the screen. "Uhh, sure. Then I have to go turn in the rental and from there I'll uber to Hartsfield." Karl looked at the frown on George's face. He walked over to him and put his hand on his shoulder. "What happened?" Dream sent another text. "He's just leaving so soon. He was here for 3 days."He opened the message. "I'm sorry about the whole kiss thing." George's face started to heat up. He had forgotten all about that when Karl showed up. "Oo-la-la!" Karl mocked. "Shut up, Karl!" George turned off his phone. "We still have work to do." Karl tilted his head. The two boys rushed up the stairs and into George's room. While George made his bed, Karl started to gather all the clothes on the floor. He sat them on the bed once it was wrinkle free. Both boys examined the clothes, "None of this stuff is mine." George spits out. Karl looks through the pockets of a jacket. He takes out a crumbled piece of paper and tries his best to get rid of the fold marks on the bedside table. His eyes widen as he gulps down the spit in his mouth. "What is it?" George stops his folding of the clothes and looks at Karl. "Uhm, nothing. This is for Dream though. It's his jacket." Karl carefully folded the paper back up and handed it face down to George. "Just give it back to him." He clears his throat, trying to mind his business. "Okay." Karl folds the lime green jacket. He makes sure that the broken zipper and stains are visible, just so George knows it belongs to Dream. Finishing the rest of the house went smoothly. The boys made small conversations over games and stream ideas together. George wiped the fake sweat off his eyebrow. Tilting his head back into a resting state and making a moan-like noise. Karl chuckled. "Is Dream coming back?" George grabbed his phone. A text message from an hour ago lay there unread. "Really, I am sorry." Another text message. "I'll be there in 3 minutes."

AUTHORS NOTE

Should I start making shorter paragraphs so it's easier to read? Lemme know either on my tik tok or here in the comments! PLEASE I NEED ADVICE!

Also, this fanfiction will most likely be rewritten in the future, and if anyone has ideas for an ending or a middle don't be scared to dm me on tik tok!

Next chapter will be longer, I promise! At least 2000 words.

This book is heavily inspired by the song
Last Friday Night - Katy Perry