Bang and Burn ~ Dreamnotfound + Skephalo

Chapter 8

The rest of the night was a lot of fun for George. It was the first time that the whole week that he had forgotten about everything going on and was able to settle down. Had it not been for Wilbur, it would've been perfect. He wouldn't stop staring with his judgmental eyes. Wilbur was definitely trying to kill George with his eyes. After a few hours, everyone left except for Clay and George. Had he not known better, George would've thought that they all left to give them some privacy.

"Thank you for inviting me tonight," George says with a smile. "It was so much fun."

"I'm glad you had fun because you have to go to the next game night. You and Dylan won, so you two need to get together to pick a game." Clay sits at the table and takes a sip of his ice water. "Just, please, whatever you do, do not let him pick an athletic game."

George sits across the table from him. "Was Dylan serious when he said he was a gymnast?"

Clay nods. "His parents were really weird about what extracurriculars he could do. He couldn't do anything like football or basketball, so he decided he'd do gymnastics. Of course, that was, like, five years ago. He still works out and stretches to maintain his flexibility and strength, but he doesn't take classes or anything anymore."

"Hey, Dream!" Dylan calls out while walking into the room. "Have you seen my keys?" As soon as he finished his sentence, his eyes grew wide and he quickly looked away from Clay.

"Nope," Clay responds, looking at George out of the corner of his eye.

Dylan looks up. "I'll walk home. Goodnight." He quickly leaves the room as if he just killed someone.

"Are you two ok?" George asks, noticing that Dylan called him "Dream". "That was weird."

Clay clears his throat. "Yeah, it's fine."

"Sapnap to 404. Ask him why Dylan called him that."

"What's with the name he called you? 'Dream'?" George asks.

Clay smiles. "We met playing video games online. 'Dream' was part of my user name so he got used to calling me that."

"Damn. I thought we were on to something there. I didn't think anyone called him Dream except us." Nick says disappointedly.

Dylan comes back into the room. "Ok, I'm not walking home. I do really need my keys." They all look around the room and George points to the ground where the keys were sitting. Dylan nods a silent thank you and scoops them up.

"You aren't staying?" Clay asks.

Dylan glances out the door, then leans in and whispers, "Wilbur is drinking again."

Clay closes his eyes and shakes his head. "I guess I won't be home until later tonight. Don't forget to lock the doors again, please?"

Dylan rolls his eyes. "I won't! Jeez, you sound like my mom." He leaves the room, shouting his goodbyes to Jake and Geo as he left the bar.

"Do you have a ride or should I call you one?" Clay asks.

"I can get a ride, but I'm not ready to leave yet," George says sadly.

Clay huffs. "Look, you staying here probably isn't the best idea. Wilbur gets weird whenever I bring someone new around."

"Why's that?"

Clay hesitates for a moment, then says, "He's my ex. We were together a couple of months, but things didn't work out. Ever since then, he's been super jealous whenever I date someone new and ends up drinking heavily. But I still care about him a lot. He's a great friend. I don't want to lose that." He stands up from his chair. "I'm sorry I had to cut this night early."