Cupid (DNF + Karlnap)

Chapter 33: Waking Up

George POV.

“You’re so warm.” I giggled, nuzzling further into the warm body laying beside me. My ache from the alcohol was still present in my system. All that I wanted was to be able to lay here until my brain started getting much less fussy.

Arms were wrapped around me, keeping me feeling safe and protected against everything that had happened to me. In the background was the gentle noise of the TV, playing something which I didn’t know off of the top of my mind or care about. All that I wanted was to stay here forever so that I could feel comfortable.

I let out a hum of content before hearing a voice in my ear. “George? Are you awake?” It was a sound full of love and care that almost lulled me back into sleep. All that I did was hum again in acknowledgement to whoever the voice was. “Do you want to get up? It’s almost lunchtime and I’m feeling kinda hungry.”

The person speaking was still somewhat woozy in my mind. I couldn’t clearly make out who it was but I groaned. “No- I want to stay here.” I told them. “You’re comfy.”
“Aww.” This is when the voice became familiar enough to recognise.
“Dream!” I gasped, my eyes widening as I sat up.

I gripped at the bedsheets looking over to see Dream beside me and watching TV. My head had been on his chest with his arms wrapped around me holding my body against him. What shocked me most though was the fact that I had been wearing his hoodie and sweatpants. “What the fuck am I doing in here?” I asked.

It was as if sleeping alongside him had completely sobered me up, leading me to start attempting to make distance between us. The blond didn’t move at all, just watching as I moved around. “Why am I in your room Dream? Did you fucking change me?” It was gross to think that my best friend had changed my clothes, and that I was sleeping by him.

“You are in my room because you came here crying last night.” He explained. “I helped you change and you fell asleep in my bed. You were hugging me basically the whole night and so I couldn’t move.” My eyes widened and I felt blush beginning to build up across my face. “I could have opened you up or carried you to your room but you looked exhausted… and drunk.”

“Shit… I’m sorry.” I muttered, climbing out of the bed, “I’m going to go and get changed, then I’ll bring you your clothes back.”
“You can keep him.” He brushed me off. “I’ve got plenty, plus you look good in them.”

“Oh…” I was caught off guard by the compliment, but thankful that he was giving me clothes to wear. “Thanks… again.” I slowly turned and walked out of the room. The house was empty, despite the fact that it was apparently lunchtime. All that I wanted at the moment was to get changed and show, so I headed into my room.

It felt weird that I had been in the same room as him overnight. I felt bad about the idea that perhaps I had taken advantage of him by approaching him in that state and leaving the idea that he had to take care of me. But then again, he was someone who I did often find taking care of me when I am in a situation where I needed it.

After reaching my bedroom I shut the door, but instead of going in I lingered in the doorway, thinking. Part of me wanted to go back to Dream, just for the sake of human comfort. I wanted to be with someone right now instead of wasting away on my own in a cold and lonely bedroom.

Slowly I slunk back to his room, knocking softly on the door. “You can come in.” He spoke from inside, and his voice sounded surprisingly calm at the moment. I opened the door a crack, peering in with a low fluttering gaze. The blond was sitting on the end of the bed, not having moved far since I had last seen him.

“You came back fast.” He hummed, a small smile on his face. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “I was just thinking that it would be nice to hang out with you. Maybe we could sit up here and… do something.”
“That could work.” He gave a small nod. “Come sit with me.”

I walked over to sit beside him and settled into a position no more than ten centimetres away from one another. We could basically feel the electricity running between each other, jumping from one of us to another. Just like electricity, or like magnets, it felt as though I should be pulled closer to him. After sleeping alongside him I found it was comfortable to lay against him.

My head moved to rest on his shoulder and I felt him tense up beneath me. It honestly worried me as much as it worried him. I was worried he would take this the wrong way but I didn’t even know what way I wanted him to take it. “Um George…” He began, cutting himself off quickly and uncertainly.

“Don’t say anything.” I hummed. “This is nothing except the fact that you are comfortable to lay on.” The blond seemed confused but he gave me a nod. Then the two of us just sat against one another for a while. We watched a bunch of random shows without any real care, or perhaps he cared, but I’d rather just sit here and be able to inhale the smell of his clothes.

“So… this may be a bit of a rude question, but I was wondering about your date last night.” He hummed, glancing over at me as though it was just a random passing thought. However I could tell that it wasn't just a random passing thought and that instead he had been dwelling on it for a while at the very least.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I told him. That wasn’t true though. I did want to talk about it, however, I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk with him about a date that I had gone on with somebody else. It didn’t seem like that was the kind of relationship that he and I had, unlike the relationship that I had with Techno.

Dream seemed upset but accepted what I said. He allowed me to continue to curl into him and we sat with one another for what felt like hours. The need for food, the bathroom, or anything outside of this bedroom ceased to exist. All that mattered was me being alongside him.
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