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They had met in college, and they were practically an inseparable duo. It started out as roommates in a shitty, small college dorm that grew to something no one expected.
George wasn't gay. He knew he wasn't. He had so many girlfriends growing up in the UK, people started saying that he was hoeing around. So when he went to Florida for college he wanted to change that narrative. He didn't want to date around rather than get his education and continue on in his life.
But god those green eyes.
His roommate was a tall and honestly very well built man. He has long, curly, dirty blond hair, and piercing green eyes. His muscles were built up in all the right spots, and when he wore those gray sweats.oh god those gray sweats. He was truly gorgeous in all the right ways. But George isn't gay. Never has been never will be.
Until he was.
It was weird being in a relationship with a man, especially after years of being told it was wrong to be gay. How it's a sin, and everyone that he knows will leave him over it; but the way that Dream looked at him made all of that seem worth whatever he was going to lose for it.
Dream always treated him right. He knew just the words to say to him, how to hold him, and especially how to fuck him.
He let Dream take the lead in almost everything they did. Except for the breakup.
Once their first year of college was done their relationship really took a dip. George went back to London to see his family and Dream stayed in Florida. That wasn't even the problem, the problem was when the new year started.
George quickly found out that over the summer Dream had picked up a so-called “party problem” every weekend and eventually weeknights he was out in some randos basement. Drinking, smoking and snorting everything he could get his hands on.
Even that wasn't the problem.
George never actually knew the problem he had with Dream. He just knew that whatever it was he didnt want to keep living in that gut feeling of worry. He knew that he wasn't cheating because when he did see Dream high on something almost every single conversation went along the lines of.
“Why are you touching me? I have a boyfriend. A hot one too”
“Dream im your boyfriend”
“OH MY GOD. HIIIII BABE”
Then a few seconds later was followed up by:
“BABE THERE WAS SOME RANDOM GUY TOUCHING UP ON ME.”
Of course Dream never remembered their conversations in the morning, but George was okay with that. It just showed that the days George wasn't right next to him like a lost puppy dog he was still being loyal. That's why he didn't know why he broke up with him, he didn't understand why he did what he did, but he did so there was no going back.
Even after they broke up George had that gut feeling, which made him feel even shitter. Although that party really changed everything, and he means everything.
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It was an average Saturday for George, waking up, cleaning the house, and being a homebody for the rest of the night. He always felt a little left out hearing the music from the frat houses or hearing his neighbors come home absolutely shit faced. One time he left his door unlocked, never again.
He had woken up at noon like he did every Saturday and began his daily cleanings. Cleaning out the litter box, going through the fridge for the grocery run he planned for tomorrow, cleaning the bathroom and more. In the same order as he did Saturday. It honestly was a sad thing, George missed going to Dreams friends apartment and pregaming before making their way to some house to get even more shit faced. Just to regret it the next morning, then getting ready to do it all again the next week.
Although this wasn't like any Saturday, in the middle of his bathroom cleaning he got a text from his dear friend Quackity. Quackity was practically the straight Dream. He was tall and had long curly hair, beautiful brown eyes and muscles in all the right places, and just like Dream he was a party animal.
Party at the frat tng, you down?
Before George could even weigh his pros and cons he was typing out. “Im down” Only after the thought did he think about Dream being there. That didn't matter though, right? He was going for himself, not to see his handsome, husky, heavenly ex. Right? At least that's what he told himself.
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They had pregamed at Quackity's apartment along with some of his other friends. He didn't remember their names, nor did he care to. All he cared about was getting as shit faced as possible, he thought maybe it would help with whatever he was feeling. As they were walking there he felt all warm inside, he knew it was just the alcohol talking but it was a nice change to whatever he was feeling.
Once they arrived he immediately saw him. He looked beautiful as ever. But George could tell he was absolutely gone. He was watching him dance without a care in the world. Smoke all around him as he recovered from whatever he just hit. Red solo cup in hand, little bits of dried blood stained under his nose and at his cupid's bow. His eyes were slightly watering. As George stared at his ex it was as if the universe hated him. Dream turned and looked him in the eyes, and as if that wasn't enough, whatever song was playing had the perfect lyrics to match it.
I saw you dancing in a crowded room
You look so happy when I'm not with you
But then you saw me, caught you by surprise
A single teardrop falling from your eye
Dream looked away, and started talking to the two people that he had probably brought with him. Sapnap and Karl. When George had left the picture it was like he never left. The trio picked up the pieces and carried on in life. He knew exactly how their dynamic worked. Every Week they would pull straws to see who had to be the ‘trip sitter’ and the other two were allowed to get as shit faced as possible while the other one played mom. Cutting them off when they had too much, making sure they didn't leave with anyone, cleaning up their messes. It honestly worked perfectly. They even had a system for when someone pulled short two weeks in a row. Even if it was a shitty thing they could have indulged in it was perfected down to a science.
By the looks of it Sapnap pulled short this week, because he was completely eyeing down George, and Karl? He was doing the same as Dream.
Before George could even look away Dream was starting to walk over to him. After months of not even looking at each other in shared classes Dream was coming to talk to him. That's what he thought at least.
Dream just walked past him
He walked right past him and right to Quackity. He should have expected that, he knew that Quackity was Dream's xanny dealer, and if the universe really hated him. The song predicted their exact conversation once again.
You could've asked me why I broke your heart
You could've told me that you fell apart
But you walked past me like I wasn't there
And just pretended like you didn't care
He watched as Dream handed Quackity some cash before handing over a bag of whatever Dream was buying. Then he watched Dream walk right back over to Sapnap and Karl before handing the bag to Sapnap. He then gave Karl and Dream their portions of whatever else they were putting into their body. Then they got right back to patring like nothing happened.
At that point he gave up and walked into the kitchen to find something he could put into his body. After taking at least 6 shots worth of vodka he heard some shuffling behind him. He whipped around to see the one and only.
“I didn’ttttt mean to ignore you, Sapnap would have beatttt my assss if he saw me with you,” Every word that came out of his mouth was slurred to some degree.
“No i understand its whatever”
“Text me sometimes, I miss you baby” Was all he said before grabbing a bottle of his favorite coconut rum and leaving before George could even respond.
George was confused, he missed him? After everything, Dream missed him? He took another shot and pulled out his phone. Before going to mingle with old party friends and the people that brought him here. He got a few numbers here and there, non the he actually planned on texting later. Eventually he checked the time, he didn't even realize it had been about 3 hours since he got there. With that he said his goodbyes and went home.
Once he got home he crashed on his bed and prayed to whatever god he could that he wouldn't wake up hungover to all hell tomorrow. Although before he did that he pulled out his phone to a contact he knew very well.
“Just got home, come over? 1694 Breezewood Court Ln, APT 10”
“Omw :)”
George smiled for the first time in a long time. Maybe this party wasn't a bad idea after all.