Friend

#7.8

You are flawless,
as if a machine made you
- Perfection

"I hate it when you cope with alcohol." Sapnap said to George, the older one leaning on his shoulder as a groan seemed the only answer he could have given at that moment, Dream and Quackity chuckled at them from the front seats.
Quackity, who was on the driver's seat, was the only one who hasn't drunk because he couldn't bother to wake up with a hangover the day of an important meeting; in less than 12 hours he was going to meet important figures of his father's job that were going to decide whenever or not he would've got the owner rights of his family's casino.
Karl was half asleep on Sapnap's other shoulder, snoring lightly as the car ran by the traffic lights, a hand intertwined with Sapnap's, the ravenet caressing with his thumb slowly.

Once they arrived at George's house, Sapnap tried to wake him up. "George we arrived at your place." the brunet only shrugged his hand off.
The ravenette sighed, asking Dream to bring George inside because he didn't want to wake up Karl.
Dream hopped out of the passenger's seat and went to the backseat door on George's side. He easily lifted him up, being careful to not wake him up or bumping his head on the car's roof, the brunet's head slowly tilting to the other side to lean on Dream's chest.
"Thanks, his bedroom is upstairs. Make sure he changes before falling asleep or his girlfriend will throw a tantrum." Sapnap said before closing the door, Dream nodded before walking towards the entrance door.
He unlocked the door, leaving the keys on the white kitchen isle.

The house looked really clean and tidy, a light grey and white cat resting next to a light brown dog near the couch in the living room. The dog immediately rushed to Dream and George with his wagging tail, making the blonde smile.
He walked upstairs, getting inside the bedroom and waking George up before sitting him on his bed. The brunet lazily laid down, groaing at the bright light burning trough his eyelids.
Dream picked up clean clothes already resting on the bed and moved them closer to George.

"George?" a groan was the answer he received.
"Come on George you have to wake up."
The brunet finally decided to open his eyes, the tall blonde's figure standing in front of him as his shadow covered George from the light.
"Where am I..?" George drowsy said, he rested on his elbows, looking around the room, recognising it shortly after.
He turned to look at Dream, "Where are the others?"
"Karl is sleeping and Sapnap asked me to bring you inside, they're waiting with Quackity in the car."

A groan escaped his lips, his head bumping on the white bed sheets making a soft thud. He slightly opened his eyes, meeting Dream's.
"I can't read you..." Dream frowned looking at him confused, the brunet continued "it bothers me."
Dream scoffed, "You good? It's late and you should drink some water."
George was annoyed by Dream's attitude, it wasn't his cocktails talking, they just gave him the courage to say that.

George was an observer. He could read people and understand them, but for some reason it wasn't the same for Dream. At first he thought it could have been that he would always get flustered around him but it didn't happen every time he was near him.
He couldn't find insecurities. He couldn't find anything wrong about Dream.

"Change me."

"...What?"

A few moments passed, George realised how weird that sounded, yet he went along with it.

"You heard me." he said as Dream sat next to him.

Silence crept between the two, the younger gazing as the brunet's chest raising upward and downward, his breathing barely heard. His pale face almost glowing like it reflected the bedroom's light. His skin beautiful, not a single imperfection to be seen.