Racer 404 || (dnf)

14• Space song

(Dream pov)

The sun glares down on us with beady eyes as I shut the door, sharp wind biting at my face. I'm the last out.

Sapnaps car can be heard humming lightly in the background as I reach the door, the rest already seated: sapnap and Karl in the front, George in the back.

The leather snips at my black sweatpants as I slide in next to George, our knees bumping together. I hope he doesn't notice that I deliberately sat in the middle in order to be closer to him.

The car lurches forward and Karl reaches across sapnap to get his phone, I watch with my face screwed up in confusion as his hand lays on sapnaps thigh for a second longer before he removes it again; they catch each others eye. Though, just as fast as it had happened, they both look away, slightly more pink, and continue with what they were doing.

Delirious thoughts tumble into my mind before I tare my eyes from them, convinced I was just overthinking, and turn to George. Brown opals etched onto the window, sun strobes glistening across his pale face, I watch as his sight moves and lands on mine. The colours crashing together.

I feel hot, sweaty; panicky even. I feel sick as the swirl of butterflies threaten to climb up my throat.

Trying to rip the thought of him leaving out of my mind, the thoughts hold a grasp onto my memory. I can't help but wonder if he is going to miss me as much as I will miss him. I sit and dread to think about what I'm going to do without him right here; right next to me.

I turn away, regretfully. Emotions clawing at my throat. They leave deep, sharp marks. A painful sob getting caught in the dents, my hands feel as if I've dumped them in a bucket of cold, iced water.

Reaching up, I pressurise my eyes, hoping to force the tears back down, sounds blare around me, my head is a jungle, twisting vines and tall trees. Chaos, chaos, chaos.

It's only then that I'm brought back to reality.

"Are you alright?"

His breath hot against my skin I can almost feel his lips caress my neck; his whisper slashing through the air and breaking silence across my mind. I freeze, pulling my hands from my face and dropping them into my lap.

I begin to open my mouth, to reach out to him and crock out words that, with a chance, might fall into a sentence. But before I can, the car breaks and slows, parking in an empty spot.

I wish and wish and wish, that I could be back at home, undisturbed. George intwined into my arms — but no. The car quietens and the music rumbles to a stop.

Looking out to the side; bright colours flash and blind me. Music blares from the speakers and deafens me. If i had one wish, it would to be anywhere apart from here. But I'm here anyway; for George.

George grabs my hand, lurching me forward. I plaster a smile on my face and suck it up, because if there was one thing I could never do, is hurt him.

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(Still Dreams pov)

Colours eat at my vision as George pulls me to another machine.

If he were someone else, I would have left half an hour before, but, as the same brown curls fill my gaze once more, calm settles in me. Like the type of calm you feel when the sea stills, just for a moment. Or when your up late a night and pause to just feel the house settle.

The machine blinding its colours out before us sits unattended, stuffed animals fill the small glass box. Scanning my eyes across them, George stops me as he takes a coin and slides it into the slot. Just like magic, the machine powers up, shooting light strobes all around.