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Oneshot No. 153 (440 Words)

context: dream coming home late
tw: swearing
bit nsfw? not rlly
tw: mentions of smoking

SAPNAPS PERSPECTIVE:

I hear the door opening at 2am, then closing and locking.

"Well, well, well! Look who's home!" I announce, walking up to Dream.

He raises a brow, chucks the keys on the kitchen counter.

"What are you doing, still up?" he asks. He shoves past me.

I grab his arm, "what were YOU doing out so late?"

Then, I get a glance at his neck.

"I-" he starts.

"Shh. Shh. I don't even need you to answer. You were out with a girl, huh?"

"What?" he says, playing dumb.

"Don't act dumb. There's two hickeys on your neck."

"Shit," he mumbles, under his breath. "I have a business meeting today at 2pm," he says.

"You're so done for. But now you have to tell me everything."

"Ugh. Fine." He sits down at the kitchen counter. "I went to my friends house, and it was just us and a couple of guy friends. Nothing serious. Then, a few girls rocked up... and it became a little party. I got just a little drunk and me and a girl got together."

"Whats her name?"

He freezes up.

"Don't tell me you necked on with a girl you don't even know?"

He buries his face in his palms.

"Oh my God, Dream! That's, like, so totally off limits."

"I knowww. And then it got a bit more serious and it was a bit more than a makeout sesh. I got out of there though."

"Was it decent?"

"Sapnap!"

"Well tell me!"

"No! Last time I told you about something like that you fucking told my mom."

"She deserves to know that her son is getting it on. She'd be proud," I yawn.

"You're disgusting," he says, scanning the fridge for something to eat. "Dude, I'm starving. Three people in this house and nothing to eat."

Then, George walks out of his room.

"Speak of the devil," I say.

"Damn, Dream, the hell did you get up to tonight? Two hickeys on your neck. And you look baked."

"Wow, thank you George!" Dream exclaims sarcastically.

"He got dirty with a girl, didn't you?" Sapnap teases.

"Ooh." George grins. "What's her name?"

"Yeah, Dream, tell us what her name is. Oh- that's right, you don't even know," I mock.

"Shut up! That's so embarrassing, oh my God," Dream groans.

"Ah, we've all been there. It's alright," George soothes, chuckling.

"Well I'm not excited to see videos of me being an idiot at a friends party," Dream says, turning back to us.

"It's ok. We're all used to it."