ORPHANED

:: twenty-four ::

dream could feel the way her hands were digging into the skin on his wrists. george never held him like that. he shook out of her grasp, scratching at the back of his neck as he searched around in the dark for george.

"uhm actually i think i've done enough cup pong for the rest of the year." he avoided her eyes.

quickly he stepped away from her and flickered his eyes over every head. he couldn't find george. it would be dumb for him to panic having only been away from him for seconds, but he couldn't help it.

his lip found it's way inbetween his teeth. he slid open the door, taking a step into the house. inside the music was even louder, the lights even slightly just more obnoxious. he pushed past people, feeling blessed he could easily tower over everyone. he bulldozed through the crowd as fast as he could, which wasn't exactly very fast.

he traveled room to room searching for the man. the nerves were swirling in his stomach. he couldn't find george. he couldn't find george and he was panicking. he hated that he was panicking in the overloaded house.

the house was vibrating, the walls spinning. he held his eyes shut and pushed forward, hoping to make it to the door. he felt people stepping on his feet, but he maintained his path forward, determined to get out before the house swallowed him whole. against everything his brain was telling him, he opened his eyes.

"dream?"

he turned around so quickly.

"are you okay? you look like you're going to throw up, do you need to sit down?" quackity was standing infront of him.

"i'm so glad it's you, have you seen george? did he say anything about leaving?" the words tumbled out of his mouth, he wasn't sure he was making any sense.

"yeah, george just asked to go sit upstairs, you want me to bring you?" quackity stared at him with a smirk on his face.

dream let out all the air in his lungs. he had never felt more relieved in his entire life. he nodded his head and quackity pulled him along. even quackity's grip was less agressive than that girl's. dream shuddered. the thought of george waiting for him eased his mind, making navigating the house less difficult.

quackity unlocked a door and dream followed him up a flight of stairs. every advance to the second floor quieted the music downstairs that was giving him a headache. quackity stopped in front of a door.

"please, i'm begging you. please, don't fuck on my bed. now go get your man." quackity patted him on the shoulder and made his way back down the stairs.

dream stood, scared to open the door, the music filling the silence that would stand out otherwise. he knocked, unsure if george could even hear it over the music. when the door opened to george carrying a cat, dream smiled.

george rolled his eyes and walked away from the door, allowing dream into the room. dream watched as george sat on the floor, cat laying on his chest as he gently stroked its head. dream decided to close the door behind himself and sit on the floor aswell.

"are you alright?" dream could feel the tension between them. george didn't dare meet his eyes.

"why do you always ask that?" george seemed to spit his words.

so they sat in silence. "you're really good at cup pong." george turned from the blonde and began rubbing his temples. dream knew when he wasn't welcome.

"alright then." he sighed standing from the floor, noticing he felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of his head as he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind himself. he made his way down the stairs, regretting every step he took farther away from george. this was the second mistake of the night.

he frowned.

the party was closing up. less people filled the house making it easier to get through each room. he walked into the kitchen. picking up a plastic cup from a counter and he filled it from the water cooler in the corner of the room . he drank the entirety of the cup and filled it again.

he had to talk with george whether he was ready for it or not.

so he began his way back up the stairs. again the music receded. when he reached the top of the steps he felt like he couldn't breath. there, in contrast to the music was the noise of crying. he rushed to the door, obviously it was locked.

"george, george, it's me. let me in please?"

the crying stopped. but there was no response. he stood on the other side of the door, wishing the universe would pity him enough to allow him to be on the other side of the door comforting george. obviously he didn't materialize in the room like he had wished. he knocked again, staring into the cup of water that he wanted to throw at the wall so badly. he heard the door unlock.

he stepped away from the door and allowed to george to open it in his own time. when the door opened enough to display georges form, dream felt the air around him get hot. although george had just been crying pink seemed to establish it's home on his face. his hair was disheveled, dream wanted to reach out and fix it for him. but he would wait. he didn't want to scare george. not now.

george didn't look up at dream, his eyes staring pointedly at the cup in his hands.

"george?" dream waited for their eyes to meet.

"i didn't think you were coming back." george's voice was corse, he spoke into the air, none of his excuses would pass with dream. dream felt responsible in the worst way possible. he frowned. his hand reached up to george's face and then recoiled before it touched.

"george. please can i hug you?"