paint splattered scars || dnf

Isn't This What You Wanted

AAAHH THANK YOU FOR 200 READS!! THIS IS SO COOL :D Also sorry I couldn't update like i planned. I still want to get this out tonight, BUT I had a mental breakdown and may or may not— Actually we're not talking about that right now. I'm writing this because I'm bored. It might be shit, idk. Be grateful i'm posting at all. I do not want to be alive.

TW: alcoholism, drunk driving/unsafe driving, swearing, mention of suicide

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Dream wanted to say something. This is what he wanted. Wants. He wants George, but he can't. Not right now. Not like this. He can't even be sure if this is real to George. He's so incredibly shit-faced, he might not even remember this tomorrow.

He has no clue what to do. Yes, he wants to kiss George, okay? He'll admit it, but he can't think of anything to say. He doesn't want to just say no, because he does want this. In pure panic, he turns around, rushing down the hallway, leaving George standing at the door of the bathroom.

He stops on the stairs, considering turning around. Fuck. Too late now, he thinks, slowly walking down, back towards his friends.

Quackity looks at him the second he sits down. "You're red."

"Thanks," he mocks.

"Sorry. What happened? You left so suddenly?"

"I—" He glances down at Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. They stared at Dream, expecting an answer. "I went to look for George."

"Oh for fuck's sake—" Sapnap starts. dream cut him off.

"He was crying. And when I found him I heard him. When he opened the door, he was fine, but he was definitely upset about something before..."

"Before what," Sam asks, suspicion sneaking into his voice.

"He... He kissed me," Dream says, still hardly believing it happened.

"Holy shit?! You smooched that guy with the cool eyes?!" Tommy exclaims. Dream glares at him, which shuts him up.

"Wait, really?!" Sapnap asks.

"Wow!"

"Didn't see that coming."

"I did."

The group's voices blend together.

"What are you doing down here? Go make out with him or something!" Tommy yells, a grin plastered on his face.

"I— I can't," he mumbles.

"What?! WHY?" Quackity exclaims.

Sam raises an eyebrow. "I thought you liked him?"

"I do!" He throws his hands in the air. "It's just... He's wasted. Totally fucked up. What if he regrets it? What if we did make out and he ends up not even remembering! I mean—"

"Oh, shut up," says Ranboo, suddenly. It seemed very out of character. Ranboo froze suddenly, finding too many eyes on him. "M— My point is. You're at a high school party. People kiss people all the time. Look at them!" He points to a couple in the corner.

"Ugh." Dream groans. "I get that... But I'm not drunk. It's not like we're both drunk and being stupid."

"Where even is George?" Bad asks, suddenly interrupting.

"I... Left him upstairs. I sort of ran off after-"

"You ran AWAY?" Tommy yells, gesturing wildly.