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26

tw: implied sa and sh

Dream

"I know where he is." I sit up and look Sapnap dead in the eye. We sit at the table at 5 o'clock in the morning, water and alcohol sitting in glasses of ice around pages of ripped out paper. 

"Wh- what where?" Sapnap sits up too, his finger halting on a pen. 

I stand up, wobbling on my tired legs. We've been at this for at least four days now. And I am not explaining how we got home.

Tommy is up running between my house and the hospital and Sapnap has stayed with me the entire time. Karl has shown up once or twice to offer help but everything he's suggested has turned dry.

"Veronica has this house on the far side of town," I explain, rubbing my eyes. "I've been there once. It's run down and in terrible condition. Somewhere where she would love to take someone she hates."

The thought of George being there makes me feel ill.

"Okay, do we go now?" Sapnap asks.

"Yes, yes let's go now."

"Are you in the right condition to drive?" Sapnap rises from the chair. I wave my hand at him, a headache beginning to throb in my temples.

"Yes," I yawn. "I'm ok."

Sapnap doesn't believe me and it's written all over his equally tired face but no further questions are asked as we leave through the door and get into my car. The lights flicker on, Sapnap turning the radio up in an attempt to shake the fogginess from both our heads. It doesn't work very well but I appreciate the effort.

Almost nobody is driving around. It's dark and the street lamps are the only sources of light apart from scarce house lights and cars. The stars are still out but the sky is not rich blue, more reddish purple as we drive into the morning. 

Every stop at traffic lights is excruciating. I just want to see him. I need to see him. I miss him so much.

Sapnap rests a hand on my thigh as we keep driving. The act makes my heart skip for no reason and I feel shitty because George is the one who does that. Not Sapnap. Sapnap is just a friend. A really good friend.

Just a friend.

"He's going to be okay," Sapnap says, his fingers squeezing my sweats. "It's all going to be okay."

My throat closes with tears. They brim on the edge of my lids, threatening to dive off. I bite the inside of my cheek and nod. Yeah. George is okay. He has to be okay. 

My head fills with memories of him. Trying to shake the feeling of Sapnaps fingers still on my thigh, all of my intrusive thoughts turn into George. 

Us sitting on the oval, putting grass in each others hair.

Him sprawled across pillows in the library at his house. Rosy cheeks and slicked hair falling across his face.

Him making moves after playing a melody on the piano. The sweet chords singing in my head as we kissed.

The way he looks at me through his lashes whenever he wants something from me. The way the sun catches his brunette hair. How he laughs with his whole body instead of just his mouth. 

God, George really has me walking on sunshine sometimes.

Then Veronica happens. A massive cloud blocking out his rays. Asshole.

~*°•.•°*~

"We're here," I say. It's now around six thirty in the morning and my head is reeling with a pounding headache. I take a deep breath and open the door. Sapnap's hand lightly brushes my shoulder as I knock on the door.