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2

George

I could tell that I was drunk pretty fast. Sapnap was long gone too, his words making no sense and his actions sloppy. We'd ended up in the library, my mind messy. The lights were blurry and I had no idea what I was saying. Sapnap had settled himself on the pillows and I was lying on my stomach. The clock ticked quietly as we aimlessly chatted, not completely understanding anything that the other was saying.

"Sapnap" I slur, rolling over. "Tell me more about Dream"

Sapnap cracks his knuckles and smiles. "If you say so"

I feel around for the bottle of Vodka which had almost nothing left. My throat is ignited from the alcohol and my hands shake as I finally pick it up. I unscrew the lid and press my lips to it, not really listening to Sapnap ramble about Dream. I tilt my head back and swallow what's rest of the drink before clumsily letting it slip from my hands. 

"He's pretty good at writing" Sapnap says, his words changing in pitch and pace and his endless smile still showing. Surely his cheeks must be getting sore. 

"That's cool" my words trip over my tongue. "Maybe he could help with my english"

Sapnap laughs, sliding down the pillows a little more. "You're already good at english"

"Come on George, you're already great at english"

I laugh and it's loud. Even I can tell from my drunken state. My eyes get heavier and I check the time. It's been three hours so now it's 6pm. Those three hours that tomorrow, I probably wouldn't remember. I'd spend tomorrow morning crouched over the toilet. Sapnap would be by my side. Usually I'd be looking after Sapnap but we'd be looking after each other instead.

I hear Sapnap begin to float away into his own conversation but I don't listen. Instead my eyes fall closed against my will and I drift off into sleep.

~*°•.•°*~

I get woken up by the flush of the toilet. My head is pounding, not the sort of pounding a normal headache does. It throbs on both sides of my head but my forehead hurts the most. I'm lying on my back, arms by my sides and my legs straight out. An ideal position to stare at the ceiling. I check the time and it's 5am, too early for my liking. 

Sapnap wobbles back into the library, sitting down with a groan. I shift enough to let him know I'm awake too but that makes my head pulse harder so I stop. He's holding a glass of water and is clearly sweating in the dim light. 

"Too much?" I ask innocently. He flips me off.

"Shut the fuck up" Sapnap growls. "I get drunk too easily and my hangovers are worse than yours. Not fucking fair if you ask me" 

"I have a migraine if that makes you feel better" I offer. I hear him shift on the pillows. 

"Yeah thanks, I feel great" Sapnap rolls his eyes. 

I sit up fast. Too fast. The room spins and my mind doesn't make a clear thought as I shakily get to my feet and awkwardly walk from the library and into the bathroom. I manage to flick the light on before nausea creeps up on me. I get to the toilet just in time before I throw up. I'm sweating as my back arches, my whole body tense. I'm sick until I feel like there's nothing left and sit back, the tiles a cold welcome to my heated body. I pant and wipe my forehead, the thudding in my head ceases a little. Sapnap wanders into the bathroom, looking less sick in the better light but has dark rings under his eyes.