@Kayumiish

George felt tugging on his shirt, his head hurt and he was sweaty. He opened his eyes but immediately regretted it, Technoblade was staring straight at him so seriously he could feel hole making their way through George's eyes. Technoblade punched him right in the nose; George let out a small scream and his eyes were getting watery. Technoblade was smart, he had only told Dream to put George to bed so he could try something out. He then launched George to the floor and motioned him to get in the car, after a long ride they made it to an abandoned gas station. As they parked under a light that flickered like a heartbeat, George asked what they were doing there. Techno got out of the car without a word and simply started circling the car spilling liquid out of a container he had found outside the mini store of the gas station. George knew what was happening at this point but before he could get out the flames were starting to spread, faster each second and through the reflection of the mirror he could see Techno running. He wanted to scream so loud but he knew that wouldn't help him so he tried to stay clam enough to get out of the now burning car without hurting himself. George started to cough louder and louder each second he couldn't take the smoke and being half drunk didn't help. He zoned out in his own thoughts on the way the gas station so he had no idea how to get back. He couldn't lie, he was terrified, he wanted to escape this place so bad but instead he ran further into the lonely road. He had to find a place to hide if he didn't want to be kidnapped. He thought about going back to the gas station because it would be closer to Techno's house but then he realized the fire would soon find its way to the mini store so that was not a very good option if he wanted to catch some sleep. Then it hit him, all of the memories from the party a few hours ago flooded back to him. Had he really confessed to Dream? Did he just come out in front of the whole school? Was everyone going to hate him? Was Dream going to hate him?

@FindingxLori

George opened his eyes, rubbing them. He couldn't quite see anything around him, it was blurry. Everything was blurry. He rubbed his eyes again, nothing changed. He didn't exactly know where he was, it felt like he was laying on the ground. He tried standing up, but he felt too dizzy, making him fall on the ground again. Ow. He tried to think of what happened, and how he got here, why his vision was blurry. But he couldn't think straight. He couldn't remember anything, besides Clay... He could remember Clay. Before he somehow fell asleep on the ground he was with Clay, he told him about his feelings... Shit. He confessed to Clay. He didn't remember anything else, however. Not where it was, not how it happened. Just that he poured it all out. That Clay now knew exactly how he felt. His vision got less blurry, but was still blurry enough for George to not be able to know where he was. His memory slowly coming back. He remembered the whole school being there. Shitshitshit. This was bad, really, really bad. Why would so many people even be in a room with him? Oh. The party. It must have happened there, he probably drank something bad. Really bad. He felt more dizzy attempting to stand up, this definitely wasn't just alcohol. He still couldn't make out where he was, he could barely see anything. George groaned, not wanting to believe the amount of alcohol he drank. He was completely wasted, wasted enough to tell Clay exactly how he felt. So wasted he drank something that fucked up his brain. And now he couldn't see a thing, couldn't remember a thing, and felt a terrible headache getting worse and worse. As his headache got worse, his vision thankfully got better. It was still quite blurry, but enough to make out where he was. That's when it hit him, he was at Techno's house.

eclipticcomet

Ding, ding, ding! George's phone was going off like a fire alarm. He sighed, giving in and picking it up. He had 50+ unread messages, as the phone showed. Most were unironically from Bad.

George didn't feel like answering them. He turned his phone on silent and stood up, which proved to be a bad idea as he immediately fell back over again.

Screw ignoring his phone, he couldn't do anything else anyway.

After taking a quick five seconds to mentally prepare for Bad being worried to an astounding extent, George grabbed his phone and scrolled to his contact, clicking the call button.

"Hello?" Bad's voice rang out of the speaker. "George?"

"Hey, Bad." George realized how tired he sounded. Why was he tired again?

"Oh my goodness!" Bad interrupted his train of thought. "Are you okay? You sound horrible! You had way too much to drink at the party, you haven't been responding to anyone, everyone is super worried!"

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down," George said as he tried to comprehend the information. The party! How could he have forgotten about the party?

"Don't you remember? Do you want me to say what happened? I can't believe you forgot, you muffin, you even conf-" Bad stopped abruptly, to George's surprise.

"I even what?"

Bad was quiet. George began to feel anxious.

"...Clay doesn't want me to say anything," Bad mumbled eventually. "He said if you don't remember, he doesn't want you to worry about it."

"Okay...?" George was confused, but decided to not question it. "What happened since I passed out?"

"Mumbo and Grian took you home," Bad said. "Everyone made it home safely, thankfully. Uh, everyone managed to wake up and check in with somebody else, too. Except for you, but that's fine no-"

Bad cut off again. This time, George could hear background noise, and it seemed like Bad was talking to someone. He listened in closer.

"-awake, you muffin!"

"Ugh, my head hurts. What time is it?" George recognized Skeppy's voice faintly in the background.

"About 12pm. I'm on a call with George right now, wanna say hi?"

"Hey, George," Skeppy said half-heartedly, and then yawned.

"Come on, you muffin! Here, I'm gonna turn our camera on so you can properly say hello."

Before George knew it, Bad clicked the "FaceTime" button, turning on both teen's cameras. Bad was sitting on a couch, Skeppy lazily lying next to him with his arms wrapped around Bad and his head resting on his shoulder. He seemed both too sleepy and hungover to care.

George realized he did not look the best as soon as he saw the look on Bad's face changed from calm to worried. Quickly looking down at himself, George saw that he was wearing his costume from the night before, the sunglasses hanging from one ear and the rest of the outfit full of wrinkles. Bad couldn't see his shoes, but one boot was on and the other laid abandoned on the floor. In other words, he was a mess.

"Shit," he muttered, knowing that Bad would lecture him for his appearance.

"Language!" Bad exclaimed, the sudden noise causing Skeppy to blink a few times in surprise.

"Don't be so louddd," he complained, which Bad responded to by facing him.

"You wouldn't have to hear me if you didn't decide that I was a pillow!" Bad said.

"I'm tired and you're warm! What else could I do?" Skeppy replied. George could sense the beginning of a long argument, and as Bad opened his mouth, he quickly ended the call before he had to hear them bickering.

After sending a quick message that he was going back to sleep, George powered off his phone and dropped it on the bedside table. He then laid down again, facing upwards. He couldn't fall back asleep, however, and ended up just staring at the ceiling.

What did he say that Clay didn't want him to know about? Why didn't Clay want him to know?

The two questions ran through George's mind again and again.

But, George knew that both would probably be answered either in a long time or not at all.

Fox's Request

George came to standing in the middle of his bedroom, he had no idea how he got there. His head was really killing him but right before collapsing on his bed he saw a flash of blue at the window. It cudnt be. He stumbled over to the window and saw his bluejay sitting on the sill. George glared at it. "Wher da hell didu go Iwas worED." It just chirped at him and fluttered off to a tree by his house. "OI!" George clumsily climbed out the window onto the flat part of his roof. "Git bac her wha da fuk u doin?" He reached out to the branch it was on but the bird flew down to a bush in his yard. "Owh fuk." George tried to carefully drop down from the roof but he fell into a bush and his ankle hurt, a lot. Scratched all over the place, George got out of the bush. He followed the bird, stumbling a lot because his head hurt and so did his ankle now, but he couldn't lose the bird again. After a second he stopped and blinked. It was gone. Then he felt a weight on his head and saw blue feathers in his face. Oh. It just perched on his head. He reached up to pat it but it flew up and he didn't see where it went. He was tired so he decided to sit down right where he was. Which was in someone's lawn. Where was he? "George?" A familiar voice asked hesitantly from the rectangle of light that was the front door. Oh. This is Clay's house.

@TiffyFloof

George groggily got up, his head hurt like hell. "Ughhh... waw th-?" I groaned, why did everything feel like it was spinning? Why did my head feel like it was going to split? I looked around the unfamiliar room. It was a light blue, though everything felt like it was spinning. A small knocking on glass perked the drunk Georgies interest. "Birdddeeeee?" I clambered over to the closed window. The jay just ruffled its feathers in return; I grunted as I tried to open the window. "George?" I looked at the person who said my name, the bird looked over and flew away. "Awwwww birboooooo!" I whined. Grain just shook his head, a small smile spawned on his face. "You okay George?" He asked. "Yeah! But I'm hungrrryyyyy, do you have anything- Owwwww!" I complained, the headache was almost unbearable. As soon as Grian heard my cries from pain he was by my side in a second. "George, you should probably go to sleep," He said in a soothing voice. "Bu Iwanna Clayyyyyy!" I whined, as I basically face planted into the bed I was originally on. Grian's face darkened, "He's not here though," Grian tried his best to, to make it seem like everything was ok, to make it seem like nothing happened. He couldn't tell George what happened, not yet. "I'll let you sleep," Grian said, lifting himself off the bed and walking out. He turned off the lights before going back to whatever he was doing, quiet whispers from the other room were heard.

. . .

George tried to sleep, he just couldn't. The familiar tapping occurred, George's eyes shot up in excitement. Not everything was dizzy, only certain stuff but that didn't stop him from going to the window to see the lovely bluejay. I thought for a moment, before figuring out how to open the annoying window. "Hiiii!" I said quietly, the jay just responded by flying off. "Wai-!" I tumbled out of the window, and down onto a bush. Luckily the room was on the first floor. After getting untangled I followed the bird. Its blue splashed colored wings and the tweets told me where to go, I laughed like a child this was fun. I thought to myself before tripping on something. I yelled, falling face flat onto the ground. I looked up, a warm wet feeling spread along my legs, my knees stung. The bird was nowhere to be seen, "Birdyyyyyy?" I whined, my heart was pumping from the running I had done. "I'll just wait for Dreeamiii," I said, finally giving in to my slight headache and the curse of sleepiness.

@Gecko_galaxy

Grian's pov

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I was silently watching as george woke up from him being blacked out at my house.

mumbo was watching the tv as it was playing some type of soccer game i've never seen before, after we got home from school.

as george opened his eyes he looked around sickly as if he was to be watching someone die in front of him, he sat straight up and looked me dead in the eyes

-"Where is your bathroom?!"

-"that door, over by the hallway"

-"thanks--"

he quickly ran in the direction i was roughly pointing at and made a dash for it.

I heard the door violently slam shut followed by retching in what I can assume was in the sink or toilet. mumbo looked up at me with pure confusion

-"what was that?"

- "i don't know, i guess he's having a hangover from that one party"

-"but that wasn't that last thursday or friday?"

-"i think so but, he hasn't woke up sense we took him here so he might have gotten knocked out or something idk"

we were interrupted by the mess of a human being known as george opening the door and looking like he wanted to die right then and there. he apologized and said he would drive back home but, mumbo remind him that we carried him home after we found him lying in a room after we saw a group of students leaving with clay.

george's eyes shot open as it looked as he just remembered what happened at the party.

Me and mumbo felt bad as at we saw george confess and clay looked like he would kill george and himself.

-"did i say it, you know like confess at the party??"

-"yes, and a few kids got it on camera" (mumbo)

-"no no no it can't be, i , i *sniffle* i'm, i, can't, i"

-"calm down george, we can work this out okay" (i said)

I watched as the boy sat on the ground, curled up into a ball and softly sobbed into his knees

mumbo left the room and returned with a blanket for him and wrapped it around george, turned the tv to a lower volume and put the remote down.

-"do you know where my phone is?"

-"yes, here you go..." (mumbo)

*silence*

-"no, i, just"

At this point he broke into pure crying as he stared at his phone, quietly admitting the sound of the video that was recorded at the party. I moved to him and gently pulled the phone out of his hands and set it on the ground

-"clay wanted to see and talk to you" (i said)

-"he hates me i know it, me and my stupid gay ass, and the rest of my ugly body"

-"no, no, no, listen, he has been calling, texting you, and visited our house an hour ago" (i said)

I never knew he body shamed himself or was so talkative before this confirmation with me

-"when-- when should i talk to him"

-"as soon as you feel ready" (mumbo)

-"alright, he is on his way here" (mumbo)

-"Cool, ready george?"

-"uhm, yeah sure" (he said with pure sadness)

*the door opened*