The English to my American // Dreamnotfound

Chapter Twelve

The sound lighting up a screen on the table next to the blonde's bed has been going off for the past fifteen minutes already.

After a minute reaching his hand out to snooze the alarm again, slightly opening his eyes, sleep still heavy on them.

He notices a hand wrapped around his bare chest.

Opening his eyes even more while his vision is still blurry, is that when the spiking pain behind his head kicks in, his thoughts from the brunette in his bed instantly gone now.

Dream quietly groans as the banging headache worsens each second that passes.

He then throws his head back into the pillow under him, just to fall asleep once again, not caring about anything in that moment.

The alarm clock after another half an hour making this awful sound, the blonde finally grabbing his phone to turn off the alarm.

His eyes widened as it was past seven in the morning already. Shit.

Now gently nudging the sleeping brunette next to him,''We slept in'' as he clears his throat that was dry as a bone, his voice sounding rusty.

To which the brunette only groaned in annoyance, ''Little more'' he then quietly said as he removed his hand around the blonde.

''Get up'' The blonde tried tickling the brunette.

''No'' George exclaims while laughing.

''Ow'' George then suddenly screeches realising the hangover, ''How did i even end up here?'' he then suddenly asks.

Dream quickly looks at the brunette, ''I don't remember, do you?'' He lied as he questioned.

A smirk forms on the corner of brunette's mouth now, ''You weren't that drunk Dream.'' he remembered vividly from last night.

Dream eyes widened, ''W-what?'' He rambles quickly, knowing exactly what happened last night.

The brunette now lifts his hand up as he gently places it under the blonde's chin, teasingly hovering over his lips with his thumb, ''Does this bring back any loss of memory?'' he quietly asks with a grin still put on his mouth.

Dream flinches as the sudden movement of a thumb hovering over his lips, ''Fine'' he then quickly rambled, ''I do'' he added.

''Knew it'' The brunette successfully exclaims.

''We really should hurry'' Dream quickly gets up to throw on some clothes.

''Have you got any painkillers?'' the brunette asks as he gets himself out of bed as well.

''No''

''Well shit'' George grunts.

After five minutes of rushing both of the boys carelessly passed by the people on hallways to make it to their class in time, which they did.

George slept through most of the classes while Dream continuously nudged him as the teacher was passing by with an annoying look in his eyes.

The lunch had finally begun as the boys were on their way to the cafeteria to grab something to eat, as they were extra hungry today.

The line in the cafeteria was quite long as it usually would be on mondays.

A tap on George's shoulder had startled him, as he turned around to see who it was.

It was Karl with a wide grin on his face, ''What's up?'' the taller brunette happily exclaims.

''And what makes you so happy on monday morning?'' George quickly rambles.