I then saw Sapnap comimg in my direction so I reached for my crutches and stood up, wobbily.

I greeted him, "Hey Sapnap, you having fun?-"

Before I even had a chance to realise what Sapnap was doing, I heard Dream's voice from across the bar, "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!"

I stood up and asked George if he'd like a drink.

"Oh um just water please, if you don't mind," he replied and I went off to get the drinks: I wanted another bottle.

Quackity was on the dancefloor, embarassing himself, he was so wasted it was unbelievable. I know I wasn't sober but I hadn't had too much to drink, although my head was spinning. Picking up the glass of water, and started making my way back to the table. Sapnap was approaching George, I heard George say, "Hey Sapnap, you having fun?-"

Sapnap cut him off my placing a hand on his cheek, pulling his face towards his own and kissed him: Sapnap kissed George. I was overwhelmed with rage, I began stormimg in their dircetion. George looked uncomfortable with Sapnap pressed his lips against his own.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!" I yelled so loud that I surprised myself. Sapnap looked up as I pulled George away from him and I pushed him protectively behind my back. Bad quickly passed George his crutches.

"What are you doing?!" I shouted at Sapnap, my voice booming through the bar, catching everyone's attention.

"What do you mean?" Sapnap said innocently, as if he had no recollection of what just happened. But then I watched the anger grow on his face.

"Oh!" he said very loudly, "Is that how it is? You can kiss George but I can't?"

I ground my teeth together but still said nothing. Reaching my hand out behind me, just checking that George was still there. My hand found his and I gave it a protective squeeze.

"You know Dream, you need to stop acting like George is your fucking property!" he yelled at me and I cringed internally.

He carried on shouting, "You kissed him! You made him break up with his boyfriend! And guess what? He still doesn't want you!"

I lost it and screeched, "SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

People were starting to gather, watching us argue. I didn't care.

I knew I was drunk; my head was spinning and the floor swayed beneath me. But, before I could think about stopping myself, I threw my fist at his face.

Blood spurted from his nose, and trickled down his face. He grunted from the pain and retaliated, slapping me hard across the cheek.

I was about to punch him again when I heard someone yell, "STOP! Stop it please!"

I ignored it and punch Sapnap again, and again and I was about to do it for a third time when someone got in the way. I didn't punch Sapnap. I punched George.

He stumbled backwards and Karl rushed to his side. Thick, red blood gushed from his nose, similar to Sapnap. I clasped my hands over my mouth and reached out to touch him, frantically apologising.

"George I am so so sorry George I'm so sor-"

"You two are both selfish assholes you know!" his eyes were wet with tears, "While you are arguing over a stupid crush that you guys have! I bet neither of you have thought for a second about how I'm feeling. I bet you guys didn't even consider the fact that I am literally heart broken! You know how worthless that makes me feel? No of course you don't because you are so caught up in your own stupid problems!"

George ran out of the room in a flurry of blood and tears and into the restrooms. Sapnap's eyes were swimming with guilt. I chased after George, calling out his name. Running into the toilets, I heard George crying in one of the stalls.

I knocked on the door and I said, my voice wobbly, "George please open the door."

"Piss off Dream," he muttered.

"George!" I begged, "Please! I'm sorry just please open the door!"

Karl entered the bathrooms and said to me, "Give him a minute." So, I waited outside and I put an Out Of Order sign by the entrance just so no one could come in. I watched from the outside as George came out of his stall, his face stained with tears and smeared with blood.

"Karl I-"

"Shhh," Karl stopped him from talking and hugged him, "Sometimes a hug is worth more than a thousand words,"

I smiled. He said that to me in hospital. He always knew what to say.

After a while, George reappeared from the restroom. He looked at me and muttered, "Can we go home?"

I nodded. Then, my cheeks flushed scarlet as I realised that I was still drunk. I can't drive.

"I can't drive Georgie," I said, my words slurred.

"Shut up don't call me that."

We headed back to my car.

"Get in," George snapped

He got in the driver's seat, and we drove home in silence.