Dreamnotfound Fluff

15

A/N: MORE PANDEMIC STUFF, IDK OK?????????

George never meant to do harm. He just wanted to hang out with some of his friends. Just not online. He never wanted to get sick. He never wanted to pass it on to anyone. But it still happened.

George stood at his front door, scanning through a mental list of the things he needed to bring.

Mask? Check.

Change of mask? Check.

Hand Sanitizer? Check.

Phone? Check.

George took a deep breath, and stepped outside. Dream was waiting outside, backing up as George approached, to keep the six feet distance.

"You've got everything?" Dream asked. George nodded. Dream turned around and climbed into his car, George into his. Even though they were living in the same house, Dream insisted on keeping up the social distancing everywhere.

"I don't want to make you sick, George. Please, just do it for me." Dream pleaded. George reluctantly agreed. Dream had been even more reluctant than George was to come to this party. But George pleaded Dream as well, and the blonde finally caved in.

The two drove for five minutes before arriving at Sapnap's house. Skeppy was casually leaning against the door, chatting amiably with Bad, while A6d was watching on, laughing occasionally. George pulled up after Dream, taking extra care to park.

"Hi, you two muffins!" Bad broke off from his conversation to greet Dream and George. Sapnap emerged from within the house.

"Hello." Sapnap greeted them simply, gesturing them inside. Dream took careful care to keep six feet distance, frowning disapprovingly at all the others' lack of masks.

"Guys, masks." Dream reprimanded them. Skeppy gave Dream an indiscernable look.

"It doesn't matter, Dream. It's just us." A6d piped up. Dream bit his lip, worried. He glanced over at George.

George shrugged. "Just keep your distance." Sapnap completely ignored Dream's point, and beckoned to George and Dream again.

Dream frowned, but followed Sapnap in, George following behind. Sapnap lead them to a rather spacious living room, where Spifey, TapL, and Finn was seated.

"Come in. I've got some food and stuff, but you can take whatever you want." Sapnap gestured over at the countertop in the corner, which was laden with food, drinks, and...

Alcohol?

Most of us aren't even 21 yet.

Dream furrowed his brow.

This isn't right.

Dream jumped at George's touch, then twisted away.

"George! Don't touch me." George's face was a little hurt, but he brushed it away.

"You're twenty one. You haven't tried wine or anything yet? You should try some now."

Dream rubbed the place George touched him with his hand, running his fingers over the spot unconsciously. "Maybe... I don't really drink though, and I don't want to get into a bad habit."

George rolled his eyes. "Stop being so uptight. Just one drink, it won't become a bad habit." Dream bit his lip, doubtful.

But George was already moving on, striking up a conversation with A6d, who had just wandered in. Dream sat down on the couch, six feet, obviously, and started chatting with Spifey, with a sinking nervous feeling in his stomach that something was going to go wrong.