Friend

18.3

You fear me,
yet you can't let me go.
-Addiction

Sapnap slammed his fist on the table, the vibrations shaking the cups of water and juice on the table. Great start of the day.

"I can't keep with this bullshit anymore." he kept a calm tone, though everyone seemed angry and sad.

Karl sat on the chair in front of Dream, the teacup's handle held tightly around his fingers, a concerned look on his face as he looked at George's figure. His back looked like it was about to melt with the chair, his gaze glued on his knees while the others were staring at the brunet's figure.

Everybody knew. Everybody knew the events that occurred at Davidson's house and the last 12 hours. George himself didn't have a clue as to why he started to mindlessly spill all his worries to his two friends... three actually.

He started seeing Dream as someone George hadn't determined yet and it was mentally-draining. Too much for a friend but not enough for something more, his sober-self thought, but he bitterly knew that the tiniest bit of alcohol in his veins made him become a trembling leaf under the blonde's warm touch, and he hated it.

He doesn't know why he's actually telling everything to his friends, but what he's certain about is that the pained look in their expressions pushed him to do so.

"Nick, please." Karl's hand motioned to Sapnap's, the blond soon quietening down and wrapping his fingers around a water bottle.
"George." the brunet looked up to meet eyes with Karl, his leg twitching frantically at all the eyes pointed at him, his hands squeezing tightly each other.

"What's stopping you to breakup with her?" Karl asked, and George went blank. His parents acceptance, he thought, but the more he said it, the less this truth was reality.
"I met your mother," Sapnap chimed in, "and Karl too."
George turned to look at him, "She's nothing like your father."

That was also true, so what stopped him?

"I still love her..." it came out without thinking. It was scary, really, how he still loved her.

"Nick, what are you doing." Karl asked, George not realising the reason behind his friend's fear until he felt Sapnap's hand gripping forcefully his cheeks, squeezing them in the younger's hand and pulling him closer to the blond's face, making him stand up.

George didn't dare to move, nor breaking eye contact with Sapnap's fury-filled eyes "That bitch stopped loving you long ago and you're the only one who hasn't accepted it yet."

Karl and Dream stood up.
"Nick that's enough." Karl said, Sapnap not even glancing at him. "Not now Karl." he raised his voice, and Karl soon grew silent.

He turned his attention back to the brunet in front of him, "What she likes about you are the already-paid bills you give to her and the luxurious dinners she has with your family."

He tilted his head, "Now tell me, how many times have you been with her family?" his tone was kept low enough to not sound loud, angry enough to not seem violent, yet apprehensive in some way.

A hand firmly placed on Sapnap's shoulder, "That's enough, Nick." Dream said, Sapnap turned to look at the blond's serious expression.

He let go of George's face, walking to Karl's side, a small apology mumbled on his shoulder apologising for having raised his voice at the brunet, the older ruffling the curly locks as a way of accepting the apology.