Far From Home.

chapter 17

⚠️⚠️alcohol and violence warning⚠️⚠️

"its our last day in this shit hole." dream said as they left the hotel. "remember this location. i worked something out and now we get to stay another night."

george looked back and saw the girl at the front desk. she watched dream in awe.

george turned back to dream. "what exactly was the deal yall made?"

dream looked down at george and smiled a little. he grabbed georges hand. "i just told her we needed to stay another night."

"why was she looking at you like that?"

"like what?" dream looked straight ahead at all the stores.

george looked at the ground and tried to find the words. "all crushy-like. like she was in love with you or something."

dream stopped walking and turned to george. "youre not suggesting that i cheated on you, even though were still technically not official, right?"

george paused for a moment. "no, i know youd never do that."

"good." dream started walking again.

"did you at least tell her you already have.. me?"

dream smiled. "all i do is talk about you, george."

dream completely avoided the question, but his answer satisfied george.

dream looked at a restaurant.

"no." george replied shortly after he read the sign.

"please?" dream asked like george was his dad.

"you really wanna get drunk? what if we miss our flight tomorrow?" george stared at the neon happy hour! drinks free all day!

"george, relax. itll probably wear off by the time were back at the hotel. what time is it?"

"um i dont know, dream, let me just pull out my invisible watch." george rolled his eyes. "this isnt a good idea."

"george?" he let go of georges hand, and dream put his hands on georges shoulders.

"what?"

"have you ever been wasted?"

george shrugged. "maybe once."

"yeah well youve never been drunk with me so we definitely should. right now." before george could answer, dream grabbed his hand again and ran into the bar.

it wasnt super crowded, but there were a bunch of people in there. a group of girls were in the back, giggling, as all theyre eyes followed dream.

george looked at them in disgust. he tightened his grip on dreams hand, as dream ordered them both 2 beers.

theyre so drunk.

"here." dream tapped george with the bottle, distracting him from the girls.

george faked a smile and grabbed it. "yeah, thanks." he took the smallest sip possible.

"george please lighten up its our last day." dream took a sip of his beer.

"youre acting like were on vacation of something."

dream could barely hear him over the music. "lets pretend we are."

"why would we do that?"

dream smiled and looked at george with the softest eyes. "we fell in love on this crazy ass adventure."

george couldnt help but smile. "fine." george took a swig, and almost threw it up.

this shits disgusting.