one fleeting first

p1.ch4

Dream went to two of those stupid high school parties that month.

George had spilled the details while he was drunk, giving out the time, location, even what he thought Dream should wear, which was a little unnecessary, but the information was still floating around in his head, waiting to be utilized.

Especially as George had gone absolutely radio silent ever since that night Dream picked him up.

He sighed, leaning back on his chair, genuinely debating if it was worth it to go. Just to maybe see George? To accept an invitation from someone he didn't even know if he had the power to extend them? If George ever meant it?

But Dream pulled on his jacket anyway, muttering annoyance as it was the one George had suggested, but that was all a coincidence, not affecting his decision in the slightest.

Even Dream knew that excuse was bullshit as he sat in his still-running car, trying to see if he could spot George, if he was even here at all.

In the end, he got out, slipped inside, telling himself he could always leave, Get out before anyone even notices and never mention this again because the whole idea was stupid in the first place and-

Dream's thoughts were interrupted by the sheer shock on George's face, his eyes wide and sticking directly to Dream, as if he was convinced he was imagining it.

"Thanks for the invite," Dream murmured, standing right in front of George now and taking no mercy despite the other's flushed cheeks and sharp gaze.

"What are you doing here?"

"Someone begged me to come here the other day," Dream couldn't help but tease, "Right before they fell asleep in my bed."

"I don't remember that," George stated firmly, but there was something skittish in his flicking gaze, "I don't remember anything about that night."

"Really? None of our conversation?"

George shook his head.

"Nothing of what we did?"

Even that, George still denied knowledge of, though the redness on his face and the stammering of his words made Dream's eyes narrow and his grin grow wider. If he really didn't know, he would press for what happened.

But George was aware nothing really did.

"Fine," Dream sighed dramatically, glancing over to the crowds of people and the brimming wreck of whoever's house they were in, "But I'm here, so.."

George, who was already on the tipsy side, gave in with a slump of his shoulders, knowing this whole situation was his own doing and he would have probably called Dream to come get him at the end of the night anyway, and offered, "You want a drink?"

"No."

With an exasperated look that was just giving away how flustered George was, he questioned flatly, "You seriously went to this party and you're not even going to drink?"

"Yeah," Dream hummed, "I told you I don't drink."

"When?"

"Last time."

George just huffed, ignoring that because he didn't want to talk about it, "Then what are you going to do?"

"I dunno," Dream lifted a shoulder, "Watch you?"

"Watch me?"

Dream flashed a smile, "You said you could drink enough for the both of us, I'm interested to see what that entails."

George just rolled his eyes, taking the last mouthful from his cup, pouring another while Dream raised a brow, but it was still half full when he left.

Despite whatever threats or promises he made, George found himself having difficulty drinking in front of Dream. Partly because he knew the other didn't approve and was disappointed in him for doing so, but also because he was.. nervous.