Blurry Nights

Chapter Twelve | A Look Into The Past

Sapnap walked away from George, clearly upset that he was sharing what he had learned.  The deep feelings of frustration built up in George's stomach as a groan of disdain escaped from his lips. Sapnap clearly didn't give a shit about Dream, and unfortunately, in his mind, it won't ever change.

Leaning back in the black leather of his chair, George waited for one of his many meetings to start. In staring around the room, he caught sight of Gibson hunched over his desk, presumably writing. His eyes narrowed into slits, and it took every bit of willpower for George not to beat the shit out of Gibson. That bitch, he mused to himself, angry thoughts piling up in his mind.

George wasn't paying attention; he was too busy planning out Gibson's unfortunate demise. However, as soon as the words 'staff meeting' were called out, his head snapped up, and he looked attentively at Gibson.

"This week, there will be staff meetings, so everyone will be in their cabins.  Food will be brought to your door, and we expect you to keep good behavior." Gibson spoke in authority, which made George want to spit on him.

As soon as the meetings were finished, George was the happiest because he and Dream had uninterrupted time to talk. It was a stress reliever, and by God, did he need that time alone.

Walking out of the meeting and to the cabin, Dream was nowhere to be seen. George's heart dropped. He wanted to bang on the door in frustration, but he knew it would just draw the attention of the staff.

He had a dream; he has to have a dream!  George's brain yelled at him, and he ended up sitting on the bed in defeat. What was George to do? He has no power here.

Frustrated with the outcome, George tried to sleep, but his tossing and turning made for a less-than-restful night. He questioned whether Dream would be gone for the whole week or for just a day. Could it be just a cover-up for Gibson? Could Gibson have ulterior motives worse than before? As his mind raced and heart grew solemn, George knew he would get zero sleep until he knew if Dream was okay.

In an effort to reduce his stress, George gave up sleep and instead paced around the room. Dream was still on his mind; every thought seemed to zero in on George's worst fears. In a moment of clarity, his mind suddenly fell to attempting to understand what made Dream different besides the fact of what he had been through.

George knew in the back of his head that Dream was different. He meant something different than Sapnap. Sapnap was more of a friend than anything, but Dream was... something he couldn't put his finger on. He was scared of whatever he was thinking and knew he would get scolded by the staff.

Surely I don't like him? George tried to tell himself. He was told many times to let a staff member know if he was feeling anything towards another member, but George saw it only as a platonic relationship.

All George could think of was whether Dream felt something towards George as well. There was too much on George's mind, and he clearly couldn't think straight. Whatever he was feeling was just from the exhaustion and stress.

A resounding knock echoed through the empty room. George quickly shook the thoughts of Dream away and rushed over to unlatch the door to see who had knocked. He was met by the stern faces of various staff members. George glared at them, confused. "Can I help you?"

Did Sapnap tell on me!?

"Just a cabin check, completely normal," One of the staff members answered, walking briskly past George and into the room. They shuffled around various papers, shoes, and clothing, making a mess of the area.