The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Ten

-Tw; slight smut, mature content-

Time was nearly eight in the evening as the brunette had found a random party that was hosted by some sort of rich kid from the college.

George didn't mind these people as long as he didn't know any of them, not like he made many friends in college anyways.

George typed the address on his google maps, ''Do you think we should call uber'' He then asked the blonde next to him.

''No, we can totally walk, it's not like pouring rain or anything'' Dream snorts with laughter, ''How far is it anyways?'' He questioned.

George then toggles on the walking opinion, ''It says an hour and half'' trying his best to be serious about walking opinion.

''By uber?'' Dream instantly replies with furrowed brows.

The brunette now widely grinning at the blonde, ''George!'' Dream then snaps as he looked over the brunette's screen.

''You are such a-'' Dream doesn't finish.

''I ordered the uber should be there in five'' George then lets the blonde know.

''Dick'' Dream finishes.

''Takes one to know one'' George fires back with a grin forming on the corner of his mouth.

After a few more minutes of waiting in the pouring rain that had slowly become less and less heavy, their uber had arrived.

...

Fifteen minutes had passed, now a modern looking house came into the view as the uber driver stopped right in front of the house.

Both boys thanked the uber driver and started walking towards the big modern building.

The music that was heard from the miles away at this point got only louder as they got closer to the entrance of the house.

After entering, not making much out of the people, the brunette had scanned throughout the area so he could spot a drinking stand right on the left corner on the kitchen.

He dragged the blonde towards the area grabbing a few cups from the counter behind them whilst turning around to the enormous amount of different alcohol bottles.

If he said there were around fifty types of strong alcohol alone, you would think it's a lie. It wasn't.

And beside all that the table was filled to the brim with snacks.

George began grabbing a bottle of vodka and pouring it to the two cups in front of him, adding more than he expected to, filling the rest of the cup up with tonic water.

Dream takes a sip of his drink, ''Holy shit'' His throat was burning, ''I should've paid attention'' He then loudly yelled over the blasting music for the brunette to hear.

''It's not even that strong,'' George exclaimed.

''You really are insane'' Dream continued yelling over the loud music with a wide grin on his face.

After a few more mixed drinks and dancing in the middle of the crowd carelessly amongst each other, feeling dizzy with what every problem George ever had seemed to vanish.

Suddenly the brunette took a grip of Dream's hand and dragged him around the whole house as if he was trying to find something specific.

''Georgeeeeee'' Dream mumbled through his slurred words, bumping into the brunette as he couldn't walk straight anymore.

The brunette equally as drunk, ''Dreaaammm!'' He then mumbled back at the blonde with a laugh escaping his lips.

After opening a door to the room both boys looking in while someone was having full on sex there.