With the help of many, many hours doing this when I should be sleeping, (and a lot of sugar), I've managed to create a cover art for my new book, Blue Delphiniums. Here is the cover, it shouldn't give anything important away.. but just to be sure I've blurred out an image or two that gave away something. Please give me feedback, good? Bad? Need improvement of any kind? Even some questions will be allowed :3
I'll do the smile reveal, ILL DO IT, just need some time and it'll be right out T~T
Back to the story
TW: there is mention of sadness and alcohol, also a.. kinda heated make out sesh
George, after gulping down the small shot, set the glass down on his coffee table and leaned back. He rested against his couch cushions, and watched a random reality tv show play on his screen. An empty bowl of chips lay next to a black remote thrown aside in George's carelessness. Two bottles of wine sat on the table, and a pretty full bottle of whisky as well. The brunet couldn't get himself out of his own head, and he was found alone at his house, surrounded by his own laziness. It wasn't any reason of his own he'd found himself in this position, it was an exterior reason. An extremely effective reason that caused George to go to sleep crying at night and wake up with dry tears and an empty bed, void of anyone but himself. This may sound like him getting over a break up, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. His disparity wasn't caused by a stab in the heart, a crack of his soul, or a piece of life falling out.
It was his best friend. It may sound stupid, the person breaking his heart wasn't some long time girlfriend or family issue, it was his best friend. His best friend who had been encouraged by George's other best friend to date. Nick, possibly both the best and worst people ever, managed to convince Dream to go on his stupid blind dates, and ever since, the brunet spent his nights on his couch, with a newly purchased bottle of whisky and two wine. As George took another sip from his wine glass, he stared up at the ceiling. He had only just began his normal nightly routine of drinking, only a small buzz was seeping out the surface, but he couldn't shake the feeling of sadness still buried inside. More alcohol should fix that. Just then, he felt his phone ring in his pocket, and he sighed, setting the whisky bottle down. If it was spam he may smash his wine glass.
He brought his phone out his pocket, and saw instead, the contact of his best friend who always made it through his do not disturb. George thought the blond was on a dinner date right now? Why was he calling him? George pressed answer, "Hello?" He asked, trying to put on his bed I'm sober voice.
"Hey dad, you needed me home because I'm grounded, right?" Dream's voice came through from the other line, and George paused.
"I did?" He asked.
"Yeah dad, you messaged me that I was in big trouble that I snuck out, are you sure I need to go home right now?" George's brain was foggy, and he was blinking quickly, what was happening? He wasn't Dream's dad, why was he grounded anyway? Dream lived alone?
"No I-" George paused, "Right! You are grounded mister, no tv for a month. I can't believe you'd sneak out the house for some date! Am I raising a prince or a drug dealer!" George sat up on the couch, "Come home this instant!" Then, Dream hung up. The brunet sighed, this wasn't the first time this had happened, so he was quite used to this outcome.
George set his phone aside and filled another shot glass with whisky, downing it down, and getting a message. Setting the glass aside, he picked up his phone, and saw a message from Dream. 'Thanks for getting me out of that, could I come over rn or are you busy?' It'd ask, and George for the first time in a long while felt something in his stomach, Dream was ditching his date for George? No, he's being delusional, it's just a friend coming to another friends house to rant about a bad date, nothing out the ordinary. George texted him back a brief message saying he could come over, and that he'd leave some whisky for Dream, in which the blond sent him some red hearts. George huffed out a laugh, if he did a quick scroll through of their past conversations, there'd be a heart in every one sent by Dream. It was his most used emoji George bet.
