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once again dream was forced to go to some college party, he doesnt mind parties when its just him and his friends or people he can talk to. this however was the complete opposite, out of the 100+ bodies in the one house and he only knew about 15 and could have a decent conversation with about 20. hiding away in the kitchen as some do dream held a red solo cup (america moment) and sighed, he just wanted to be in his bed or be with his friends, he cant even leave cause he needs to take george home, incase he doesnt get home safe. he knew sapnap, karl, quackity, punz and a few more, should definitely be fine but they know if they need a lift dream would happily take them, he tells pretty much all his friends that, making sure they know he would unless it was physically impossible and even then hed still make sure they got home.
every 10 minutes he pokes his head out of the kitchen looking over the sea of drunk college students and probably high schoolers that sneaked in, it always happens, just to make sure his friends arent uncomfortable or dead on the floor. one time he had to stop a girl from almost ripping a boys hair out because he was being weird towards niki, he made sure to take his sweet time before he broke up the fight because he recognised the girl battering him and knew she could take a fight and the guy definitely deserved a good punch. the girl was minx, dream didnt really *know* her but knew of her for sure through friends. the guy was pissed and awfully embarrassed that he’d just gotten smacked to fuck by an irish women, niki and minx later both thanked dream and he said it was no problem (he was definitely confused to why they were thanking him but just accepted it none the less)
another time he almost saw wilbur get beat up because the guy didnt like how tall he was and decided it was only fair to punch him, luckily he missed and smacked his face off the floor, wilbur was unfazed and continued talking, probably an english thing, no definitely and english thing.
doing his little checks this time however he saw george standing uncomfortably in the corner as some guy talked to him, he could tell because george was literally going in on himself, looked repulsed and ready to run. dream made his way past people with quiet apologies,
“hi george! ready to go?” he said completely ignoring the guy, george looked relieved as ever
“yeah, i was getting a little tired” he completely fucking lied, “thanks for the chat chris!” he shouted over his shoulder as dream walked behind him
“uhh thats not my na…” the guy just gave up
george thanked dream as they walked out into the kitchen
“stay here im telling sap n that were leaving?” dream questioned just incase george actually wanted to stay but he agreed, so dream turned looking for his slightly short friend
“sap thats us away, tell others if theyre looking for us okay?” dream whisper shouted into sapnaps ear holding his shoulder, as normal talking would do no justice as the music was so loud and sapnap was also very drunk.
“alright but why are yous leaving” sapnap replied in the exact same way dream was going, its common knowledgeable to anyone at a party that this is how you talk to someone when its loud
“a guy was being weird to george, ill tell you later alright?” dream said patting sapnap back to say goodbye
dream walked back into the kitchen to see george, laughing drunkenly talking to jack manifold and wilbur who also happened to be drunk. youd think dream would feel left out being the only sober person but he was fine with it, he’d rather his friends be safe in the hands of him rather than some rando.
“DREAMMMMM” wilbur shouted turning to give him a hug, jack and george laughing at him.
“hi wilbur, how are you” dream laughed asking the englishmen who now had an arm slung over is shoulders.
“im doing great we were talking about how much better english parties are to american ones” he giggled, dream didnt disagree, he was right, far less however this was and much better
“yeah our music is wayyyy better” jack chimed in, george and wilbur agreeing.
after about 30 extra minutes of talking than dream had planned wilbur and jack let them go, of course dream reminded them if they needed a lift dream was only a phone call or text away
after walking through the garden by the side to get to the car, dream helped the brunette in and got him self in
“you alright?” dream asked looking over at george in the passenger set who looked completely gone
“mmhm” he replied
they got back to their appartment and dream let george get ready, he definetly wasnt sober enough to shower. hes going to be a wee bit hungover tomorrow, hopefully a wee bitttttt.
“goodnight george” dream whispers to the boy before closing his door
“wait dream.” george said sternly, almost sounding sober
“yes?” the blonde smiled,
george only patted the bed next to him, dream was confused but complied not really being able to deny the brunettes request. george sat up to face dream, looking in each other’s eyes dream hoped george couldn’t notice the blush forming on his face, but if dream wasn’t so concentrated on looking in the other boys eyes he would’ve noticed george was in the exact same situation.
“dream, i know im very drunk right know but i want you to know the next thing i say is complete truth and i completely understand if you find it weird but promise me you wont make fun of me or laugh in my face. okay?” george asked looking as if he’d never touched alcohol at all that night.
dream stuttered to answer “yes of course, why would i ever make fun of you george?? i promise i wont” interlocking their pinkies.
“okay okay” george began to mentally prepare himself for rejection “dream, i love you- like- fuck, love as in i fancy you, i don’t know if you feel the same but i wanted you to know and i have for a very long time and it’s only fair if you know, you’re so kind to me and you’re such a lovely person and- and-“ george was cut off by the blonde kissing him, stunned at first but almost immediately melted into it. dreams face was bright red as was george’s.
“i feel the exact same way, i love you too” dream said as they pulled apart foreheads touching
“sleep here with me dream. please” george almost whined
“of course i will” dream was already dressed for bed.
“goodnight george”
“night dream”
they didn’t need to say i love you, they were literally tangled in each other closer than anyone should ever be with their “best friend”