It burned his lips, the cigarette in between his lips. The night sky, stars shining bright and cool air. Smoke escaping his lips, intoxicating smell filling the air. The party was never worth coming to, he should just never came. Eyes swelling with tears, lungs filling with smoke making it hard to breathe.
He wanted to stop thinking about it, Dream and that girl. She is absolutely beautiful, Skin as pale as snow, lips red as roses with raven hair. Her eyes were hazel with so much care in them with pools of honey in them. She was the sweetest thing he had ever met, it made him feel selfish. He hated himself for that, Dream would of never felt the same. Dream looked at her like she was everything, while George felt he was nothing.
"Hey cutie" a rough voice said, George looking behind him, a tall man was there. "Not interested" George said sharply with spite in his voice, ''God dammit the man had to look like Dream. Tears close to falling at any given moment, the man stepping closer with a soft look on his face.
"Where is he?" Dream though, the room packed with people dancing. Dream looking around, like a lost child. The strong smell of alcohol was overpowering, almost intoxicating. The room flashing with different colors, walking outside to see if George took a breath of air. He saw George with a man, they looked to be having a conversation. Then George laughed, that laugh that George would only make when he was around Dream. He felt angered, why was George talking to this man; the man looked like no good news and he started feeling a blood rush to his face.
"That's so stupid " George said giggling, "I know" the man said with a smirk. It all ended quickly though, "Hey!" a familiar voice yelled out with an angry tone. They both looked behind themselves to see Dream, with such a sour look on his face.
(I'm never gonna finish it, I got lazy)
