Dream was a partier.
It was a well known fact that he was a partier. A party wasn't a party until Dream showed up, and when he had heard a member of his football team had decided to throw a party at his frat house, he knew he just had to go.
And that's how he ended up here on a Thursday night before a huge comp-sci exam that he definitely should be studying for, stood behind Sapnap, arms tightly crossed over his chest and a drink in his hand. His eyes were fixated on Punz and Sapnap's intense game of beer pong that was unfolding in front of him.
Sapnap threw the small orange ping pong ball, watching carefully as it bounced delicately across the table, and splashed in a red solo cup close to Punz. The foam from the beer splashed over the edges, as Punz rolled his eyes. Sapnap cheered and took and chugged the cup of beer. Dream laughed, shoving Sapnap playfully.
"Impressive, Sap" Dream praised, smiling at the younger.
"I know right! It's like beer pong is my only purpose in life, I swear" Sapnap joked as Punz threw a ball, totally missing the cup, and earning a teasing laugh from Sapnap and Dream. "You're so shit, Punz! What the fuck was that?" Sapnap exclaimed. Punz scoffed, and threw up his arms at the younger.
"Hey! Fuck you, Sapnap! I'm having a bad game day, I can beat your ass in beer pong any day!" Punz protested. Both Dream and Sapnap knew Punz was lying, everyone knew that Punz couldn't win any game of beer pong for shit. The man was too full of himself and was positive he could beat anyone at beer pong, hence why everyone bet against him for booze, copious amounts of weed and disposable vapes (that Punz could always somehow scam his way into for ridiculously cheap).
Dream looked down at the red cup in his hand that was now drained, little drops of shitty beer lingering in the bottom. "Hey, I'm going to go get a drink" He announced to Sapnap, who was too busy mocking and poking fun at Punz to care.
Dream turned and weaved through the staggered people to the table in the living room with drinks spread out on it. He gazed at the bottles of alcohol, before pouring some shitty beer into his cup. He took a sip of his drink, before turning around and hastily bumping into someone.
"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry" Dream apologised profusely.
"You better be" The other barked back.
He looked down at the figure he had bumped into, which had been a shorter boy with wavy brunette hair. The first thing that caught Dream's eye was his outfit. The boy had been clad in white sneakers, fishnets, a tight black leather mini skirt and white low cut tank top. Dream thinks if he looks close enough he can see eyeliner. The outfit had been topped off with red heart shaped sunglasses. Dream noticed the pink vape clutched tightly in his hands, when the stranger took a haul and forced the smoke out of his mouth, and sucked it back in with skill.
When the stranger's dark eyes met Dream's, he felt a small gasp force its way out of his mouth.
He didn't even realise he's staring until he heard the smaller scoff. "See something you like, yeah?" The smaller demanded. "Take a picture, it'll last longer"
And the attitude just added to Dream's immediate lust for this stranger.
"S-Sorry" Dream forced out, eyes still not leaving the other. "This is so embarrassing, sorry. I'm Dream"
The stranger smirked at that, biting back a laugh. "Dream, huh? What kind of a fucking name is that?" He teased.
Dream scoffed, because he thinks if this pretty stranger is going to be a dick, two can play at that game. "It's a nickname, dumbass" Dream called back. He feels a sudden burst of confidence in his chest when he looks at George, and Dream's almost certain it's the booze."What's your name, pretty boy?"
Dream watched the blush carefully on George's pale skin underneath the strobe lights. "The name's George"
Suddenly, it clicks.
Dream knew who George was. He had heard the name before, but never seen the face. He's always too busy puking his guts out, or bringing some desperate girl back to his dorm by the time George shows at the parties. He's heard countless stories about the other. Stories of him being caught doing coke in bathrooms at parties, stories of him knocking out drunk douchebags in one punch and stories of him finishing two bottles of pure vodka without puking. Dream's heard so many insane stories about George, he doesn't even know if half of them are true at this point (he's sure majority of them weren't, this boy doesn't look like much of a cokehead anyways).
He was a legend around the college party scene, and Dream knew he had to tread lightly around the other, unless he wanted to be the drunk douchebag that was out in one punch.
Dream knew George loved the attention, he could just see it on him.
"Oh, I know who you are. You're the party god, hm?" Dream asked reassuringly, even though he's certain his suspicions are true.
"The one and only. And I assume you're the sexy football captain?" George laughed back.
Dream felt his breath hitch in his throat at that because holy fuck George knows who he is and he thinks he's sexy . "That I am" He replied nervously, flashing a small smile.
"How come I never see you around at these things, Dream?" George questioned, innocently enough.
Dream shrugged lazily at the question. "I'm usually blackout or greened by this time"
George cocked an eyebrow at that. "Oh, so you smoke?" He asked, Dream nodding softly in reply. "Well, Dream, you're ever so lucky I'm even offering you this because I'm usually a raging cunt to everyone I meet" George started, intriguing Dream further. George reached into the tight pockets of his leather miniskirt, pulling out a baggie with a tightly rolled joint in it. "You up to smoke? Only if you've got a lighter"
Dream grinned at that, pulling out his favourite white lighter with " FUCK DREAM!!" scribbled on it (Sapnap loved vandalizing Dream's lighters apparently, because all of his lighters were tarnished with permanent marker drawings because of him), out of his letterman jacket that was slung on his shoulders. "Always do"
George smiled softly, before beckoning him to an empty spot on the couch of the frat house living room.
Dream fell down, sinking down in the cushions as George sat on his lap. This felt far too comfortable for the two, having they only just met, but Dream wasn't totally complaining.
George pulled out the joint and pinched it between his lips. Dream raised his lighter up to the joint, lighting it and watching as George took a hit.
He exhaled the smoke into Dream's face, laughing as the blond scrunched up his nose a little.
Dream took the joint from him, taking a longer hit than George. His eyes met the other as George coughed a bit."It's the best weed on campus, I get it cheap for fucking the dealer" George explained, making Dream giggle in between exhales.
The two pass the joint between them, until it's reaching its filter. "You want the last hit?" George offered.
"How about we both have it?" Dream suggested, smirking at his idea. George knows just what Dream means, and laughed lightly in reply.
"You wanna shotgun?" Dream nodded in reply, as George raised the joint to his lips, inhaling off of it.
He leaned forwards, lips ghosting in front of Dream's. He parted his lips, the smoke escaping into Dream's lungs. Dream inhaled the smoke, feeling the high set in, when confidence overcomes his system. He exhaled the smoke, before leaning forward and slotting his lips with George.
George kissed back, his hands moving up to run through Dream's hair. George deepened the kiss, and Dream can feel his breath escaping his lungs. Dream can taste the blue raspberry from George's vape on his lips. George smiled into the kiss once more as he parted from Dream.
George smiled at him, blushing softly. "You're a good kisser, Dream"
"We should kiss more often," Dream commented.
George jokingly scoffed at that. "We only met tonight"
"Doesn't mean we can't kiss more often," Dream said cockily. "Can I get your number, Georgie?"
And that's how Dream ended up crossfaded, lovesick and with a craving for blue raspberry vapes and a man named George.
A/N prolly gonna make a part 2
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