satellites

shot glasses

TW: Panic Attack, Alcohol, SA (?)

George's eyes fluttered before sleepily opening. His head was pounding, and it took him a few seconds to realize what had happened last night. He fell asleep, and apparently Dream did too, according to the feeling of skin against skin, breath against breath. Everything was so peaceful. So quiet. George could feel Dream's breath steadily against his neck. So close. Too close.

George backed up a little before stretching into a yawn. Not what he was expecting. Not expecting to fall asleep listening to a Harry Styles song on repeat beside him, along with his best friend who he liked for a while now, who he woke up cuddling with.

George let his mind calm down, let his breathing slow along with his heartbeat. Too much. George wasn't ready for that. Wasn't expecting that.

George finally sat up from the blanket, staring at the beautiful orange sky in front of him, the horizon filled with endless hills of green. George blinked hard, reacting to the pounding migraine in his skull, when he heard a tired Dream finally waking up behind him.

"Oh." Dream's voice was soft, and surprisingly attractive.

"I wasn't expecting to..." Dream stretched before finishing his sentence. "Fall asleep here."

George yawned. He was still very tired, and definitely could fall asleep at any moment, but at the same time he felt like he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. He didn't want to, anyway. He was sure he must have gotten mosquito bites all over him from last night. He remembered waking up in the middle of the night and itching like crazy. Felt like he was being eaten to death. He felt better now, though. He would just treat the bites when he got home.

"Thanks for the amazing night though, George." Dream stood up, offering a hand to help George up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Too independent," Dream asked, giggling at the joke George made last night.

"Ugh, it's not funny when you say it," George joked, joining the laughter and grabbing Dream's hand to help him up anyway.

As Dream began folding the blanket, George waited in the car, still freaking out about the cuddling. He tried to assure himself it wasn't that bad, but no matter what he still felt like he was going to have a panic attack. It reminded him of high school, last time something like that happened.

George specifically remembered being at a sleepover with his friends, making the usual jokes. At the time, he wasn't friends with Dream. This sleepover was with his two idiot friends, Keaton and Andrew. They would make gay jokes all of the time, and they were just simply jokes. They were straight, actually, Andrew had a girlfriend. I guess the concept of being gay never bothered George until it actually mattered.

Anyway, one night they were joking around. You know, the usual jokes they made as stupid, carefree, highschool boys.

"Hey" Keaton said in an attractive, high-pitched tone, but obviously in a joking manner.

"Oh my gosh ew! Stop!" George giggled.

"I'm gonna be honest, George, I would not be surprised if you were gay."

"What does that mean," George asked, scoffing.

He never thought about his sexuality, nor thought it really mattered to him. It was just whoever he liked, he dated. Didn't matter the gender. He's never dated anybody anyway, and he doubted he ever would.

"I don't know... You just..." Keaton's voice trailed off as he stared into George's eyes, practically getting lost in them.

"Uh guys..." Andrew looked over with a worried tone of his face.