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Party Time

Covid Log, Day 6. I'm LOOSING IT. This story is keeping me sane. Anyways, enjoy :)

TW: alcohol abuse, underage drinking, being drunk (this should be expected with the first two, but I'm putting it in here anyways), mention of abuse, aftermath of/mention of panic attacks, anxiety, swearing, IMPLIED nsfw (just between random people at the party, but THERE'S NO ACTUAL MENTION), mention of George's previous injuries

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  A few minutes passed, and Dream glanced down at George. "What do you want me to tell the guys?"

George settled into the couch. "I'm not sure. Maybe tell them a relative of mine... attacked us... and I didn't take my meds? Or was in shock? Jesus, I don't know."

Fortunately, or— unfortunately, Bad renter ed the living room, knocking on the wall to give the boys a heads up. "Uh, are you okay in here?" he asked, sounding more like a concerned parents and less like a high schooler.

"Yeah! I'm fine," George said, putting on the most content voice he could. That's the trick with lying. Pinpoint the emotion you would normally show when saying the lie, and perfect it.

"George..." Dream whispered.

George's shoulders dropped. I need to stop doing that... He looked to Dream, who was looking right back at him for reassurance. He nodded.

"Uh, George and I went for a walk and were attacked by a relative of George's. It was pretty bad. And, you know, coming off from adrenaline and not taking anxiety meds probably increased the panic after," Dream said, casually. That's not how you lie. You're supposed to—

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Well, we're headed out now. You can stay here for the night if you want, but leave a note or text me if you don't," Bad said.

Okay... It's fine. I don't have to explain my fucked up childhood.

"Where are y'all going again?" Dream asked.

"Sam's. He's throwing a party and invited everyone, remember?"

"Oh— Yeah. Sorry I forgot about that."

"No, no. It's okay. But we'll be gone and out of your hair shortly," he insisted.

"This is your house," George said, suppressing a smile.

"Well I know that, but you need your space." Bad gave George another smile before heading back to the door.

"Oh, can you just tell the others the explanation I gave you?" Dream called.

"Sure!" The door clicked shut.

"He's way too nice." George shook his head.

"Oh yeah. Definitely." Dream stared at George, then scrunched up his nose. "Love you."

"Why're you saying it again?" George asked.

"I don't know, it's nice to say." He shrugged.

George's fingers felt tingly, but not in a way that made him anxious. I mean, I tell Karl I love him. This is no different. And even if it was— Why am I even entertaining this? Dream's just... a naturally loving guy. It's sweet. He assured himself.

A second later, the group of boys reentered the house. Skeppy spared him a nervous glance, but the others seemed wrapped up in excitement.

"Alright!" Sapnap yelled, arms in the air.

They lingered in the kitchen for a few more minutes, basically already bouncing off the walls. Before the front door slammed shut, Skeppy peaked back in. "Hey, if you two want to join us, we've got room. It shouldn't be too crazy," he promised.