Dream, Sir Or Clay?

Chapter 3 - What A Night..

WARNING: Alcohol, cigarettes, mental breakdown and ahem.. smut.

Yesterday, Dream and George started to fake date. George was happy; He would get payed 20K per day just for a few kisses, a few hugs and a little bit of flirting. Clay, him, was a bit sad; he truly loved George. But he knew everything was fake. I mean, he offered the fake dating.

When George arrived home, he ran inside to show his family the money. He directly gave to his mother 10K. Him and his family celebrated the whole night. They were happy.

When Dream got back home, he went up to his bedroom, locked himself inside and had a bad mental break down. He didn't understand why nobody loved him. He was pretty, he had money, he was kind and yet nobody really wanted to date him. It was just for the money.

He got angry for some reasons and started to drink and smoke. He had a bad night. He punched walls and threw things on the floor, yelled at the maids when they wanted to make sure if he was okay, cried and then fell asleep with his room being a mess.

~George's POV~

I was walking to the mansion, like every morning. I saw a homeless man on the side of the road. These always makes me sad because i cannot help them. But this time, i still had 1K in my backpack. I went up to him, gave him my coffee and gave him the money i had. He looked so happy, that warmed my heart.

When i entered the mansion, everything was still a mess. I asked the maids what happened. Apparently, last night when Dream got back, he seemed upset. Upset to the point where he decided to make a mess going to his room. What happened to him?

I changed into my maids clothes and immediately went to his office. He wasn't there. That's not normal, AT ALL. He should be up by now! So i went to his room. The door was locked. Us, maids, have all the keys in the mansion; we can go in any room whenever we want.

I took the key, unlocked the door, and opened it. My eyes widened when i saw how his room was. This was a mess. There were empty bottles of vodka everywhere. Some of them were even broken! There were holes in the walls and it smelled like cigarettes! I closed the door behind me and went up to his bed.

"Sir..? Are you okay?" I was so shocked. What happened? What could've gone so wrong? He seemed happy in the car!

He didn't say anything. I could hear sobs, he was probably crying. I took the blanket off of his face. Holy shit.. he looked.. broken (EMO). He clearly has been crying for hours now. It didn't even seemed like he slept! His hair was a mess, his eyes were puffy, his nose, eyes and cheeks were red, he had eyes bags, ect.

He started to cry harder. I felt bad. I made him sit up and i wrapped my arms around him. I felt his strong arms around me, pulling me closer.

"Why were you drinking? Is everything okay? Are you sick?" So many questions was popping up in my head, i had to ask them all.

"Who told you is was drinking?.." he asked. His voice sounded worse than i thought. It was quiet and all.. Deformed. He sounded so sad.. You could tell by his voice that he cried a lot. I felt very, very bad. What happened? I need to know.

"One of the maids told me so.." plus, there were bottles everywhere. There's not really a way to 'avoid' them or just not see them.

"I wasn't drinking!.." did he really think that i was going to believe him? It's obvious!