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George was glad that he got to be in America for Sapnap’s 21st birthday party. There was little doubt that he wouldn’t be, admittedly, but still, it was a delight to watch him stumble around the arcade bar he had picked out in the outskirts of Orlando. It was a delight to see the thrill in his eyes whenever he returned to George’s side, tugging on his sleeve to play a game or just asking what George was up to. It was a delight to see him in general, scattered in colorful lights with cheeks stained rose from alcohol and excitement.
George wasn’t a drinker, and neither was Dream, so they were both perfectly sober. Sapnap was on his fourth drink and had been feeling it since his first, swaying and giggling about being ‘white girl wasted’ between rounds of a first-person shooter he had grown attached to. Dream reluctantly let George take over babysitting Sapnap during that game, not half as invested as either of them in the shoot-em-up.
“I died again,” Sapnap whined and George tsked, shooting another enemy popping up on the screen.
Every other time Sapnap had died that night, he had either popped in more tokens for another round or had wandered off to hang out with Dream for a while. This time though, he stayed, hovering behind George and watching as he finished up the round. As George took a pause, sipping at the soda he had bought, Sapnap nuzzled into the back of his neck. George startled at the sudden touch but relaxed into it, reaching one hand up to pet Sapnap’s hair while the other started blasting the screen again. The cheap plastic of the machine’s toy blaster dug into his hand, a sharp contrast to the soft strands under his other hand.
George kept his cool even as his pulse ticked up, progressively growing as Sapnap nuzzled further into him. Sapnap was often clingy like this, alcohol only strengthening it, and it made the soft part of George turn gooey and affectionate. He wanted to stay under Sapnap’s weight all day. He wanted Sapnap’s arms around him. He wanted to turn and pull Sapnap close with a kiss.
George’s eyes caught Dream’s instead from across the arcade, green eyes turned to a guilty flint from jealousy, and he shrugged Sapnap off.
The two of them had come to an agreement months ago when they both realized how deep their feelings for Sapnap ran. They didn’t want to argue and even more so, they didn’t want to stress Sapnap out with the thought of having to choose. So neither of them were allowed to confess to him, not unless the other got over their feelings and moved on.
As much as it hurt, it was the easiest answer. If Dream couldn’t have Sapnap, then George couldn’t either. If George couldn’t have Sapnap, then Dream couldn’t either. It was a classic love triangle, ripped straight from the pages of YA novels that George pretended he didn’t read. He had no intentions of making Sapnap into his Katniss though, and Dream didn’t either, so they were stuck. Eternal limbo between best friends and something romantic until one of them got over it. Privately, George hoped Dream would cave first and give up, even if it made him feel like a sack of shit to admit it. Dream may have been his rival, but he was also his best friend.
“Georgie,” Sapnap complained, pulling him out of his thoughts. That was something George had noticed, both tonight and the previous times Sapnap had drank around him. When he was drunk, his love for nicknames seemed even stronger. “Why won’t you drink with me?”
“I don’t like drinking, as I’ve told you,” he responded.
“Yeah, but you’re not, like…” Sapnap leaned closer again, murmuring into George’s ear. A shiver ran down his spine as his breath danced across his skin. “I dunno, against drinking like Dreamie is. You’re not anti drinking.”
“Doesn’t mean I enjoy it,” he replied, barely keeping his cool as he shot down another enemy in the game. He winced when his character took another hit of damage, unable to focus when the movement just brushed him against Sapnap.
“But it’s my 21st birthday and I’m the only one drinking!” Sapnap groaned, pushing off of George’s back - finally - and instead swiping at George’s hands. He let out a squawk of annoyance, slapping back at Sapnap, and groaned when he heard the video game let out a familiar forlorn tune. “See! Your game is over, so you can come and have a drink with me.”
“You’re so annoying,” George complained, slamming the plastic gun back into the holster attached to the machine. He whacked Sapnap’s arm one more time for good measure. “I wish I wasn’t here.”
“No, no you don’t,” Sapnap replied smugly, grabbing his arm and dragging George away from the game. He desperately snatched his soda that Sapnap had clearly forgotten existed then let Sapnap pull him away towards the bar. “You looove that you get to be with me on my birthday. We can cuddle and shit later and everything. You love Florida.”
George rolled his eyes, glancing across the bar. Dream was now thoroughly occupied with a claw machine stuffed with plush toys and so George let his expression soften. Dream wasn’t there to call him out and Sapnap probably wouldn’t even remember most of the night in the morning. “Yeah, I am glad I’m here. Don’t quote me on that, though.”
Sapnap’s cheeks colored red as they came to a stop at the bar, blinking at him. George smiled gently and rested his hand on the counter, scanning the drinks listed on the signs above. He tried to find the weakest alcohol content based solely on drink name, biting his lip while Sapnap continued to process.
“Uh, you’d like the Princess Peach,” he said after a few more seconds of silence and George glanced at him. “It’s sweet and fruity.”
“Ah, just like me,” George joked and Sapnap let out a harsh laugh.
“You are not sweet.”
“But you’re not gonna argue fru-?”
“Hey guys, what can I get for you?” the bartender cut in and George turned back to them, grinning and ordering a drink for himself and Sapnap. He slid his ID over the counter along with his card, tapping Sapnap’s hand away when he offered money.
“Consider this another birthday gift, Sap, I can cover it,” he said breezily, unable to hide a grin when his best friend’s face lit up in delight. “Don’t tell Dream I’m enabling you.”
“I am telling Dream immediately that you ended up drinking,” Sapnap teased. “So much for staying sober.”
“Maybe it’ll be fun with you,” George said, perking up as the bartender slid two drinks across the counter to them. They were both pink, predictably, with lemon slices stuck into the rims. “Thank you!”
“We’re gonna look like white girls drinking these,” Sapnap said with a giggle and George nudged his shoulder into Sapnap’s arm.
“You’re the one who suggested the drink, Mr. White Girl Wasted. Live with your decisions.” George took a sip of the drink, wrinkling the bridge of his nose when the taste of vodka hit him, followed by peach Schnapps. “Oh wow, that is sweet.”
“Holy shit, yeah.” Sapnap laughed as he sipped at his own drink. “Karl would probably like this. Maybe? He likes sweet things.”
“And vodka,” George said, taking an in-between drink of his soda, and Sapnap snorted.
“And vodka, that’s true. Dude, I need to go see Karl soon now that I can legally drink, he said he would take me to a state where weed is allowed.” Sapnap tilted his head back to take a deeper swig of his drink, blinking and shaking his head as it hit him. “Wow, uh, this has a lot of alcohol in it, huh?”
“That’s the point of a cocktail. It tastes good, looks cute or whatever, and hits hard.” George grinned, scanning the arcade bar. Dream was still preoccupied, pouring a concerning amount of tokens into the claw machine. The bar was mostly empty besides the three of them, considering it was 10 pm on a Tuesday night; an older couple sat at a table and picked at their food, some college students were playing skeeball, and one lone man chatted with the bartenders, probably a coworker on his day off. George hummed in thought, eyes locking onto one section of the bar. “Wanna play air hockey?”
“Yes! I will kick your ass!” Sapnap whooped and ran off towards the air hockey table, his drink barely keeping from sloshing over the edge of the glass. George followed at a slower pace, a fond grin spreading on his face as Sapnap started shoving quarters into the machine. He took another sip of his drink and placed it down on the end table next to the air hockey, blinking as his head swam and suddenly felt ever so slightly heavy. “You already feeling it, George?”
“I haven’t had alcohol since the last time I hung out with Wilbur,” George shot back, shaking his head. He picked up the puck and placed it onto the table, letting it click. “And that was just a beer. I’m not a drinker.”
“Haha, Gogy’s a lightweight,” Sapnap said in a singsong, then immediately fell over himself when trying to slam the puck back over to George’s side of the table. He missed entirely but the puck clank against the lip of the table and slid back to George anyways. “Take that!”
“Oh yeah, the wall strat is really terrifying me,” George deadpanned, tapping the puck back to Sapnap at a gentler pace. Sapnap scoffed, lunging to send the puck flying back to him.
They went back and forth for a few minutes, pausing to sip at their drinks whenever one of them got a goal. George easily won the first three points, Sapnap fumbling around while George’s alcohol sunk in. Sapnap managed to nail one goal down the center when George got halfway through his drink and promptly tripped over the leg of the table. George let out a loud cheer when the puck slid into Sapnap’s goal one final time, the air hockey table chirping out a victory theme. Sapnap threw his paddle down, swooning dramatically and nearly collapsing onto the ground.
“Jesus, Sap, be careful,” Dream said, appearing out of nowhere to catch him, tucking his arm under one of Sapnap’s armpits and across his chest. His other arm was hidden behind his back and George raised an eyebrow curiously. “George, did you buy a drink?”
“No,” George replied, bringing his cocktail up to his mouth and tipping the rest of it into his mouth. Sapnap let out a cackling laugh, curling himself into Dream’s chest.
“He bought me a cocktail too,” Sapnap said with a grin, tilting his head onto Dream’s shoulder. “We lost the shooter game, though.”
“Oh no, you guys only got through two full play-throughs,” Dream replied sarcastically, loosening his grip on Sapnap once he was steady. Sapnap pouted but pulled away. “And now George’s wrecked you in air hockey.”
“If I was sober, I would’ve won,” Sapnap argued, stepping forward to brace himself on the table. “What were you up to, anyways?”
Dream grinned and George rolled his eyes but stayed silent, letting them have their moment as Dream had his big reveal. Dream shot him a look and he started tapping his finger tips against the air hockey table to simulate a drumroll, fondly watching as Dream wiggled his shoulders in excitement. He pulled his arm around in front of him, showing off a cutesy red panda plushie. It looked surprisingly well-made for an arcade machine prize, neatly trimmed fur and sewn on button eyes. The tail was longer furred than the body, fluffy, and the white fur on the cheeks were the same length. Sapnap gasped with wide eyes, taking it when Dream presented it to him.
“They didn’t have a panda, but I thought you’d like this just as much, birthday boy,” Dream said and Sapnap hugged it to his chest with a giggle. “That cost, like, ten dollars worth in tokens, so you better be grateful.”
“It’s soft!” Sapnap said, shoving his face into the toy’s back with far more affection than he would show sober. George smiled at the display, the expression turning more bitter as Sapnap pressed into Dream’s side. “Thank you so much, Dreamie, I love it. You know, my younger sister had a toy like this growing up, its name was something like, Red Velvet. I can’t name it that though, Ant would never drop it.”
He pouted and Dream laughed, wrapping his arm around Sapnap’s waist. He shot George an apologetic look and he waved Dream off, letting him do what he wanted. It stung just a bit, watching Sapnap wrap himself up in Dream, but it wasn’t like Sapnap hadn’t been draping himself all over George that night. He was just more jealous than usual because he had been drinking too quickly. Dream was clearly considering George’s feelings and that was more than George tended to give him. He deserved to hug Sapnap after winning him an arcade prize.
“What about Sorbet? Or like, Cherry? Other sweet things that are red,” Dream offered, cheeks turning just as red as his words as Sapnap kept cuddling into his side.
“I’m not five, I’m not gonna name it,” Sapnap said with a grumble, scratching his fingers against the toy’s head like it was a pet cat. “Sorbet is cute though. Like Italian ice.”
”That is, in fact, exactly what sorbet means,” George contributed and Sapnap stuck his tongue out at him.
“Are you guys getting tired yet?” Dream asked, off-topic, and Sapnap huffed. “We should head home soon.”
“It’s not even eleven yet,” Sapnap whined, nuzzling into Dream’s neck. George gritted his teeth and sucked a quiet breath through them, reminding himself that Sapnap had been just as touchy with him that night.
“We can watch a movie once we’re home or some anime or something.” Dream adjusted his grip on Sapnap, glancing up at George and gesturing for him to follow.
“Can we cuddle?” Sapnap asked, letting Dream drag him along despite his complaints, and George felt his chest tighten as Dream nodded. He whirled around to storm back to their table, gathering up their coats and a bag Dream had brought along.
It was stupid and the alcohol was just hitting George faster than he expected. Sapnap making a joke about cuddling with him then later asking to cuddle Dream wasn’t the betrayal his brain was insisting it was. He paused for a moment, burying his face into the coats he held and taking a deep breath in and out. They smelled like a swirling mix of different deodorants and Dream’s light cologne, a familiar scent that helped him loosen his shoulders. He was fine and he really shouldn’t have caved and had that drink.
George was such a fucking simp.
He turned and made his way to the door, nodding goodbye to the bartenders and stepping out into the brisk night. March in Florida was lukewarm, much warmer than it would be in England, but but the subtle change in temperature made him squirm uncomfortably. At the same time, it cleared his mind, enough that he wore a flat expression as he reached their car and pulled his own jacket on. Dream was already in the driver’s seat and Sapnap leaned against the open passenger door, bickering with him.
“I don’t wanna get in ’til Georgie is here!”
“Sapnap, sit down, it’s cold out,” Dream said, exasperated, and Sapnap pouted.
“But George-!”
“I call shotgun,” George butted in, a shit-eating grin reaching his face, and Sapnap jumped out of his skin. From the soft thud inside the car, Dream had startled as well, whacking his head against something. “Your coat, Sapnap.”
Sapnap groaned and put on the coat, shuffling around George to slide into the back seat. George dropped into the passenger’s seat, tossing Dream’s coat to his lap and closing the door behind him. Dream fumbled with it, tossing it into the back seat with an excuse about running warm, then started the car. George glanced in the rear view mirror, watching Sapnap protectively pick up Dream’s coat and cradle it to his chest with the red panda toy.
“How’s Sherbet doing?” he asked and Sapnap glanced up at the mirror to meet his eyes.
“Her name is Sorbet, actually,” he corrected, his earlier remark about naming stuffed animals forgotten.
“Sherbert?” George snickered when Sapnap rolled his eyes.
“Sor. Bay. Sorbet.” Sapnap reclined in his seat. “Fucking annoying British bitch.”
“Shut the fuck up, Texas boy.”
“Could you even identify Texas on a map?”
“Yes, what the fuck-?”
Dream backed the car out of the parking lot without warning and they fell silent, Sapnap wearing a smug smile that he buried into Dream’s coat. George twisted around in his seat to look at him better, trying to ignore the way his heart melted at the sight. Sapnap looked older than his age, he had since late high school even when his voice cracks betrayed him, and maybe that’s why it always hit George hard when he looked soft and innocent. His natural hair color was starting to grow out, lighter roots hidden in dark strands of hair dye, and his eyelashes fluttered against his rosy cheeks as he closed his eyes. They were crinkled by the corners, the only sign that he was still beaming underneath the coat he was nuzzled into.
George pulled his gaze away from his friend as the car came to a stop, the red gaze of the traffic light filtering through the windshield. He landed on Dream instead, who was subtly peeking up in the rearview now, the red in his own cheeks too deep to be chalked up to the lighting. He was fighting down a bright smile and George’s heart squeezed in his chest.
This mix of emotions was a volatile cocktail that punched the air out of George’s chest every time. George didn’t like to admit it, but he was always a jealous person, and the thought of someone looking at Sapnap with that adoring face made him ill. Even if Sapnap wasn’t his, there was still a sick possessiveness raising in the back of his throat.
But at the same time, it was Dream. He was practically the center of his life. His best friend of years, his closest confidante, his favorite person, his soulmate as Dream liked to say. Dream’s joy was George’s joy. Seeing him happy made him happy, even if it also made his stomach twist in jealousy.
Or maybe it was envy. It was a distinction that mattered to George a lot. Jealousy implied George had Sapnap. Envy implied that Dream had Sapnap.
He looked back at Sapnap, cuddled into Dream’s coat and dozing off. Envy. He turned pointedly to look out the window as they started driving again, face wrinkling up in distaste as green light filtered over the window then disappeared into the night’s darkness. A silent tension fell over the car and he was unsure if it was just his own bad mood or if his best friends also felt the awkward pressure. His hand drifted up to the zipper of his coat, fiddling with it and barely resisting the urge to drag it up and down with a noisy zip.
From the way Sapnap’s breathing sleepily evened out in the back seat, the tension was wholly in George’s mind. Sapnap hated awkward moments between the three of them, he would’ve dragged a conversation out before falling asleep. A stupid joke or bet or anything that could’ve gotten them light-hearted again. He wasn’t great with emotions, none of them really were, but he was good at cheering them up.
His eyes drifted back to Sapnap again, watching the way his chest lifted up and down peacefully with each breath. His stuffed toy and Dream’s coat bobbed along with it.
“He’s so cute,” George said, just tipsy enough to not censor himself, and Dream shot him an odd look. “What?”
“Can you not wait 'til he’s not in hearing range to talk about this?” Dream asked, voice far softer than George’s.
“Look at him. He’s dead asleep, that alcohol knocked him out completely. It’s fine.” George sighed, letting his head thump against the headrest of his seat. “We’re both so stupid.”
“George,” Dream said, more desperate now, but George barreled on, letting his eyes fall closed.
“We’re both so stupid,” he repeated. He could hear the way his words slurred slightly and wrinkled up his nose. He really was a lightweight. “He’s our best friend. You’re my best friend, but I keep looking at you two being cute and feeling like I’m going to throw up. I hate it. I almost feel like I hate you, which makes me feel even worse.”
“Well, it’s not like I’m doing any better,” Dream responded, quiet. Yielding. “He was all over you tonight and it fucking pissed me off. I spent all my money on getting a stuffed animal for him because I felt like I needed to, I dunno, stake some sort of claim on him. It’s so dumb. I’m glad he likes it but I’m acting dumb. I’ve never been like this before.”
“Me neither,” George said. He brought up his hands and dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, scrubbing them until lights danced behind his eyelids. “He’s just so…”
“Cute,” Dream finished for him. “He’s cute and funny and our best friend, so he knows us so well it’s scary, but he also can’t see what’s right in front of him. It’s infuriating.”
George dropped his hands to his lap, blinking rapidly to dispel the heavy feeling from his eyes. The streets outside the car passed by in the darkness, occasional streetlights flashing by and hurting his eyes. The streets were empty, quiet, and the lonely houses passing by made George bolder.
“Sometimes, I wish I liked you instead,” George confessed, twisting to look out the passenger side window. He could hear a sharp intake of breath behind him. “You’re usually oblivious, but at least you’ve always been good at telling when I like someone. We would’ve figured this out a lot easier than our stupid… I dunno, it’s not fighting. I don’t wanna fight you. But whatever we have going on.”
He could see Dream’s reflection vaguely in the glass, his face shifting, but not clearly enough to tell what his friend was feeling. The little nerves he had left kept him from turning around to see him better, his eyes straying instead to focus on the scenery outside the window. He could recognize where they were now, getting closer to their home.
“Yeah. Things would be easier if you liked me,” Dream agreed after a terse second, voice strained. A small part of George’s brain, the part that was usually dedicated entirely to Dream, Dream, Dream, screamed that he had messed up somehow, that’s Dream’s tone was hurt. “I think you’re more oblivious than you give yourself credit for, though.”
A shiver ran down George’s spine like an ice cube dropped down the back of his shirt. “Huh?”
“It’s nothing,” Dream backtracked, turning onto their street.
“Dream has a crush on you,” Sapnap piped up from the back and George jumped. Dream let out a startled curse, the car swerving slightly; not enough to be wholly dangerous, especially with how empty the street was, but enough for George to grab desperately onto the handle set above the door like a worried mother. His heart was pounding in his ears, the taste of his own tongue going sour at the realization that Sapnap wasn’t as asleep as he thought.
“How long have you been awake?!” Dream asked, pulling into their driveway too quickly so that the car lurched.
“Dream has a what?” George asked, voice cracking, and Dream winced as he threw the car into park. He was parked haphazardly, a few inches too close to Sapnap’s truck, and George could already hear the argument that would ensure when they inevitably tapped cars whenever one of them pulled out of the driveway next. For now, though, he was thoroughly entrenched in the present, his heart still pumping so loudly that he was sure Dream and Sapnap should both be able to hear. He was sure he should be able to hear their hearts too, looking between Dream’s panicked red face to Sapnap’s, pale as if he hadn’t meant to say anything.
“A crush on you,” Sapnap said again, weaker. The lights came on as the car settled, the wheels locking into park, and being able to suddenly see everyone’s faces clearly settled in George’s gut like a peach pit. “Uh. I never fell asleep. Or if I did it was just for a few minutes.”
George could feel a hole opening up beneath his feet, seconds from falling away into the ground. “You heard everything?”
“I think so? I mean, like, apparently you both like me and like, are angsting over it, which is sort of hilarious.” Sapnap’s voice was deep as if he was on the verge of slipping into sleep and if it wasn’t for his words, George would probably be swooning over it. Instead, he was just cold, frozen and struggling to speak as Dream fiddled with the car temperature. He could feel the heater kick on. It didn’t do much for the chill. “I mean like, it’s not funny that you guys were upset.”
“Yeah, no, I didn’t find it very funny,” Dream grumbled.
“You have a crush on me,” George said, raising a shaking finger to jab at Dream. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What would that have done?” Dream rolled his eyes, bringing his own hand up to his face and covering most of his face. Not for the first time, George couldn’t help but stare at how large his hand was, then dragged his eyes away. “You don’t like me, so whatever. It wasn’t worth bringing up.”
“I don’t know why you two wouldn’t tell me that you guys both like me,” Sapnap snarked. “I think it’s been pretty obvious that I like you both.”
“What?”
“What?!”
“You’re both so fucking stupid,” Sapnap muttered. He sat up, unbuckling his seat belt while Dream and George stared at him in surprise. He shoved Dream’s coat onto the center console. “I’m going inside, it’s cold out here. Who wants to cuddle on the couch?”
He exited the car without waiting for an answer, cradling Sorbet to his chest and slamming the door behind him. Dream and George watched him hurry to the front of the house, fumbling with the lock.
“He doesn’t have the house key,” Dream pointed out and George stifled a laugh. He looked back at Dream.
“The cold will probably be good for him. Sober him up a bit,” George said and Dream nodded, a nervous grin tugging on his lips. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, a usual anxious tic of his, and watched Sapnap cross his arms and lean against the door. “I don’t really know what to uh, do. With your feelings.”
“You don’t have to do anything. It’s been years, I’m pretty used to it.” Dream shrugged. George recognized the pattern he was tapping out as a Lovejoy song. Concrete. George had been blasting it that afternoon and he smiled wryly, wondering if he had gotten it stuck in Dream’s head. “I didn’t think you’d ever like, know. I really need to kick Sapnap’s ass for that, actually. After cuddles.”
George snorted. “Okay. Still. I feel bad just ignoring it and like-”
“We can talk about it tomorrow, if you want,” Dream interrupted and George whacked the back of his head. “Ow! What the fuck?”
“Let me finish,” George gritted out, pinching his cheek. Dream whined wordlessly. “I feel bad just ignoring it and honestly, I wouldn’t be opposed to dating you. I mean like, I’ve thought about it before.”
Dream knocked his hand off, batting his eyes at George all wide and sweet, and George gave him a lopsided smile. Dream licked his lips, silent for a moment, then let out a weak, “uhm.”
“You’re cute,” George said. A loud thump on the window cut off anything else he could think to say and he jumped, shooting his head around behind him. Sapnap frowned in at them and Dream let out a low wheeze.
“We, uh, should probably go inside.” Dream turned the car key, shutting the car off, and the lights dimmed. The darkness felt reassuring, calming George’s frantic heartbeat.
“Or we can leave him to freeze,” George offered loudly, turning away from Sapnap with a grin.
“I can hear you,” Sapnap shot back, muffled by the glass. “Let me in the fucking house. I wanna cuddle.”
“We’re coming, we’re coming,” Dream said with a roll of his eyes. George snorted and Sapnap started giggling. “Shut the fuck up, both of you.”
He opened the door and slid out, yanking his hand away when George grabbed at his sleeve. George scoffed through a grin, clambering out of the car himself. Sapnap latched onto his arm immediately, forcing him to practically drag Sapnap after Dream.
“You’re so annoying,” George bitched, trying to shake him off, and Sapnap grinned.
“Yeah, but you like it.” He nuzzled his nose into George’s cheek and he felt them burn red in response, scoffing and looking away. His eyes locked onto Dream’s back as he unlocked the front door, fumbling in the night air, and realized suddenly that it didn’t really matter anymore.
All of their feelings had been laid bare and even if they hadn’t talked about it yet, not properly, they still knew. All three of them were now on the same page. George hummed in thought and Dream turned back once the door swung open, raising his eyebrows at them. George took a half-second to consider then pivoted, pulling Sapnap into a kiss.
“I do like it,” George said as he pulled away, licking his own lips. They tasted like an indescribable mix of drinks, both the cocktail and soda he had along with the stupid amount of alcohol Sapnap had. Sapnap stared at him with a stunned expression and he could hear Dream splutter at the bold move and he smirked. He shook Sapnap off, successfully this time, and strode past both of them. “I’m showering and brushing my teeth then we can cuddle on the couch. Turn a movie on.”
“George, you can’t just-!”
“Yes, I can. Bye.” George giggled and hammered off into the house, leaving his best friends to deal with that on their own. As soon as he sobered up, which was probably going to happen halfway through their movie, he could regret that. At the moment, he was just satisfied, bubbly and elated.
Things could work out and ultimately, that’s all he wanted. No more tension with Dream, no more unspoken words with Sapnap. Just something that they could finally talk about. What more did he need?