Quick disclaimer: this is Sapnap's pov of last night so events will be repeated :)

"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.

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I was sat down with Karl at a table and I was bored out of my soul. He wasn't drunk; I think I was though. I rested my chin in my hands, I don't know what Karl was playing at: he seemed to laugh particularlly loud at any small joke that I made. Glancing at his bottle again, I frowned, it was untouched.

Is Karl flirting with me? I thought.

To be honest though, I was too wasted to know or to care. After a while, I found myself keep looking over at George's table. Dream had his arm around George, but he looked quite uncomfortable. I watched as Dream got up and left the table, so I made my way over there.

George looked up at me as I approached and then he reached for his crutches and stood up.

"Hey Sapnap! Having fun?-"

I kissed him. I don't know why, it just felt right... It wasn't for long though as I felt George being dragged away from me and what a surprise it was Dream. Who else would've it been.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!" he yelled as he shoved George protectively behind his back but George lost his footing without his crutches.

I was so angry. Why was Dream so protective over him, it's not like George belonged to him. I started yelling at him.

Then, Dream punched me, he actually punched me and blood dripped down my face. So, I hit him back. And then he was about to punch me again when someone shrieked "STOP! Stop it please!"

Next thing I know, Dream's fist collided with George's face and George collapsed to the floor, his face stained with blood. Dream looked horrified. George stood up with Karl's help and started shouting at both of us.

I felt so guilty.

George fled from the room and Dream and Karl chased after him. Bad just sat there looking appalled. Quackity got up and marched over to me.

"What the hell is wrong with you? That's supposed to be your best friend out there?!" he said to me.

"Shut up you're drunk," I spat.

"Uh- You aren't exactly sober either?" he spat back, "You better pull yourself together cause you guys got some serious shit goin on."

I burried my face in my hands and Quackity sighed, "Look, you can stay with me tonight at the air bnb but tomorrow you gotta sort it all out."

I thanked Quackity, rounded up Karl and got into Bad's car. We drove home and everything from then was fuzzy.

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When we got back to Dream's house, I put his arm round my neck and I helped him inside. We hobbled upstairs to the bedroom and he passed out on the bed. With my crutch under my arm still, I pulled off his shoes and took off his jacket and threw the duvet over him.

I bit my lip, looking at his sleeping body, the way the duvet over him rise and sink with every breath. Awkwardly, I looked around the room, even though I knew we were the only people in the house, and sighed. Kicking off my shoes and tossing them aside, I thought to myself:

'It's just one night and I'm sure he wouldn't mind, right?"

I peeled the duvet off of Dream and slid down beside him, before pulling it over us again. For a moment or two, I just led there, with his body pressed up against mine. Slowly, I turned to lay on my side, gazing at his peaceful face, feeling his breath on my face.

I shuffled a little closer to him and, hesitantly, rested my head against his shoulder. My eyelids were growing heavy and I was just about to slip into unconsciousness, I heard Dream begin mumbling inaudible words in his sleep. I frowned confusedly, cracking my eyes open ever so slightly to see him. Unconsciously, he stretched out his arms and wrapped them around my torso. My cheeks burned red with embarrassment and a shaky breath escaped my my lips but smiled at his touch. I shuffled a little closer to him, coiled my arms around his waist and pressed my nose into my chest, falling asleep only moments after.

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As I regained consciousness, there was a horrible feeling in my throat and stomach. As I came to my senses, I realised the figure curled up against my chest.

George?

But before I could think anymore about the fact that me and George were literally sleeping beside each other, jumped up off of the sofa and hurried into the bathroom leaving George rubbing his eyes groggily. As I threw up in the toilet, I couldn't stop thinking about George.

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I awoke the next morning to awful sound of retching. Leaving the bedroom, I made my way into the downstairs bathroom to find Dream throwing up in the toilet. With a sigh, I crouched at his side and rubbed his back. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was a scruffy mess.

"George I'm so sorry-"

"Shhh," I comforted and stood up. I retrieved a cloth and dampened it under the tap and then placed it around the back of his neck. He thanked me and proceeded to throw up.

After a while, Dream had composed himself, he'd stopped vomiting and had a nibble of the sandwiches that I made.

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I felt like shit. My head hurt and I just felt dead. In an attempt to clean myself up, I brushed my hair and put on a clean shirt. All morning George had been looking after me, but I was to nervous to bring up our sleeping situation, so I decided to let him rest for a while, to be fair, he was still recovering from the accident.

I was lounging around on the sofa, biting my nails anxiously, questioning whether to speak to George or not, when there was a knock on the door. Heaving myself off of the sofa, I opened the door to see Sapnap staring back at me.

"Hi Dream."

"Hey Sapnap."

Neither of us said anything for a moment or two, until Sapnap shattered the silence.

"Dream look I'm sorry about last night, I was drunk and I was a dick," he hung his head in shame.

I sighed, "Yeah you were a dick, but so was I. I'm sorry too."

He opened his arms and raised his eyebrows and I embraced him with a hug. We were still stood there when George slumped down the stairs.

"Dream, who you talking to-" he locked eyes with Sapnap and his eyes saddened. Before he could saying anything else, Sapnap burst through the door and threw himself at George, squeezing him tightly in his arms and lifting him off of the ground slightly.

"I'm so so sorry George! Please please forgive me!" he cried.

George chuckled half-heartedly and replied, "I couldn't stay mad at you," and Sapnap propped him back up on his feet.

I smiled but I felt very guilty. I hadn't properly apologised to George yet. However, I got the impression that he didn't really want to talk about it. Sapnap came in and went up to his room to shower.

It was just George and I. Alone. Together.

We both climbed on the sofa and clicked the TV on. We sat there in silence. I noticed he was fiddling with the golden locket that Ezra had given him.

He still hadn't taken it off.

I took a deep breath and announced, "George, I have to tell you something."