kiss me when you're sober.

The wind was sharp on Angel's skin as she waited outside of Dream's front door, waiting for anybody to answer the door. Preferably George.

She reached for the doorbell once more when the door swung open, Sapnap stood with a half-empty red solo cup in his hand.

"Angel! You came!" he stepped to the right, knocking the door open further as he shuffled out of the way, "George wouldn't shut up about you since he arrived,"

Loud music flooded out the front door paired alongside vigorous vibrations which rattled through the floorboards.

It was one of the things she disliked about parties, the bass to the songs always was anxiety inducing. Though, after some time it became bearable.

"All good, I hope?" Angel smiled, shutting the door behind her back. She couldn't help but scan the room for George, briefly pausing on brunette boys with their backs turned.

None of them were him.

"Of course," Sapnap gestured for Angel to follow him through Dream's house, weaving through obnoxiously loud intoxicated people, "He told us about the gingerbread house,"

He spoke about her when she wasn't there.

She was still on his mind despite not being with him.

Sapnap turned to glance over his shoulder when Angel didn't respond, her attention preoccupied by the thought of George, "It was all his fault it broke! Don't listen to whatever he said!"

He had lead her to the kitchen, placing down his red solo cup to filling another cup up with a deep blood-red punch.

Thin blood splashed around the plastic cup in gentle ripples as alcohol infused fruit juice filled Angel's cup.

George had just stepped in from the backyard, a neon coloured towel hung around his neck as he laughed at a joke Dream had said.

The pool was ice cold, broken shards of ice bobbed on the surface. Dream had pushed him in. He looked up and caught Angel's eye, flashing her his signature sucrose smile.

"He did blame you," Sapnap huffed a laugh to himself, carefully spinning around on his right foot to hand Angel her drink, "But-,"

He stops when he realises Angel's waving at George across the room, her back turned to Sapnap.

"You both look at each other like there's nobody else in the room,"

Sapnap wasn't jealous specifically of George and Angel, just the fact they were in love. He wanted someone to look at him like there was nobody else in the room.

He wanted to be loved.

"Hm?" Angel hummed, a strawberry hue was faintly painted across her cheeks as she turned to face Sapnap.

"See! You completely zoned out after seeing him," he taunted, holding out the filled cup towards Angel.

He was happy to see George engaging in love again, he hadn't been the same since Anastasia.

George disappeared for a few weeks after the breakup, nobody could get ahold of him or even knew where he was.

She took a few sips of the drink before jogging over to George, leaving Sapnap at the drink bar with his own cup held to his lips.

Dream welcomed Angel briefly before he joined Sapnap, pulling a refrigerated beer bottle out from his fridge.

He popped the steel lid off using the corner of his countertop, pressing the drink to his lips shortly after.

The small of their backs rested against the edge of the counter, watching as Angel's fingers ruffled through George's wet hair, black thorns pierced through the gaps in her fingers.

"I give them no more than an hour," Sapnap shrugged, refilling his third cup without much hesitation in his hands, "How much you bet?"

Sapnap and Dream betted on almost everything, it was a bad habit of theirs. The smallest of things would turn into a competition, which Sapnap always seemed to win.

"Huh?"

"How much do you bet that they'll kiss tonight?" he clarified, glancing back over to the two of them, "I bet £10,"

George and Angel had been dragged into beer pong with Alex and Karl, the look on his face told a thousand words. He stared at her with an abundance of adoration, smiling when she smiled in the slightest.

He was insanely in love with her.

"They won't, George said they're waiting until the right time," Dream mumbled against the lip of his bottle, his voice echoing slightly off the glass, "£20,"

Dream couldn't turn down an easy win.

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"George?" Angel tilted her head up to George's ear, her breath just barely grazing against his skin, "Can we leave?"

The party had pretty much ended, most of the guests were kicked out for destroying Dream's house and those who stayed were drunk out of their minds.

George was the most sober, Angel had taken most of the drinks for him in beer pong. Which, they lost.

He seemed relieved by her question, like he had been waiting for her to ask, "Yes we can, where's your bag?"

Angel stared back at him for a moment, spinning a candy cane between her lips as she tried to recall where she had left her bag, did she even bring a bag?

"By the door," she nodded repeatedly, though the more she nodded the less sure she became, "I think,"

George held onto her wrist loosely, directing her back to the front door. He rummaged through the heap of handbags hung on the hat-stand by the door, Angel's bag wasn't there, "You think?"

When he turned around, Angel had sat herself down on the second step up, her whole body limp on Dream's stairs. She was exhausted, her headache becoming unbearable.

"Ask Sapnap," she mumbled, vaguely remembering Sapnap greeting her at the door a couple hours prior.

"No, he's wasted, plus there's no way he would let us leave early,"

Dream wouldn't let them leave early either, the only way to leave early was to sneak out. They'd be too drunk to notice or remember them leaving.

Did she even bring her bag?

Angel shot up suddenly, stabilising herself on George's forearm, "Wait I remember," her hands were quickly released from George's arm, disappearing into the crowd.

She clamped her hands down on the back of the couch, leaning over the cushions to hook her finger around the bag's strap.

It was a miracle that it hadn't been stolen yet, even though it had nothing of much value inside. She had left it there at some point, after beer pong.

Angel jogged back to George who waited at the door, a quick flash of relief appeared on his face as Angel returned to the door.

"You need to be more careful where you leave your things," he laughed whilst shaking his head, popping open Dream's door and letting Angel walk underneath his arm.

She rolled her eyes at his remark, "I was careful. I remembered where it was, didn't I?" her eyes never left her feet, careful to avoid any ice or sticks which obstructed the pavement.

Not long after leaving Dream's house, the two of them made it back to Angel's apartment. George's arm wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her stable whilst they walked up the stairs.

They needed to fix the elevator.

"Thank you for walking me home," Angel hummed, leaning her back against her front door with exhaustion, "Again,"

"My pleasure,"

George helped her unlock her front door, placing her house keys down beside the door so she could find them once sober.

He was about to shut the door behind her but the tip of Angel's heel pushed the door back open again, "Wait- George?"

"Hm?" George murmured, meeting Angel's eyes beneath the flickering light.

Angel shuffled forward, steading herself by planting both of her hands onto George's shoulders, "Before you go," she gently placed her lips onto George's, the artificial peppermint transferring onto his lips.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, a gentle hue of cherry red stained his lips. Angel's eyes widened as he peeled her hands from his shoulders, "Shit! I'm sorry,"

They still stood inches apart, George's forehead resting against Angel's, "No- don't- don't apologise,"

Angel tried to meet his eyes, but he never lifted them up from the floor.

"Then why did you pull away?" she spoke, feeling dejected.

Was it all in her head?

Did he ever love her?

"You don't mean it," George murmured through gritted teeth, no matter how much he had dreamt of this moment, it wasn't real, "Kiss me when you're sober,"

She was drunk and didn't know what she was doing, she'd kiss anybody with her head in this state.

But in reality, Angel felt more sober than ever.

"George-," Angel begged, her hands tentatively cupped his jaw, "George I swear, I haven't drank,"

All she wanted was for him to look her in the eyes.

George turned his face away from her, though his hand still lingered on her cheek, "I can taste alcohol on your lips, don't lie to me,"

He wouldn't believe her, no matter how many times she told him she was sober.

"I wanted to kiss you the other day George, you know that," she sighed, pulling her hands away from him to wrap them around her own body, "What's so different now?"

The look on her face broke George's heart, he wanted to kiss her too. But it wasn't the same.

"You're drunk, you aren't thinking straight"

A drunk kiss is meaningless, no matter how much he wanted it to mean something.

"I have never been more sure about anything in my life, George," Angel protested, taking a step closer to George once again.

George took one step back, one step further away from Angel.

"So you'll have no issue kissing me when you're sober again," George bit his lip with regret, tasting a faint taste of peppermint as he did so.

It was something he'd regret doing, but he had to do it.

"Goodnight, Angel,"

things have been really rough recently but i will try keep on top of the chapters i'm sorry! ^__^ next few chapters are ones i'm excited for so they should be finished quickly!!!