― do over

TW // light alcohol consumption. if you are uncomfortable with this, i will provide a summary at the end. :)

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"So why never have I ever?"

Nick gave Dream a weird look, but he may as well have said 'are you stupid?' to his face instead. Dream held up his hands in surrender, huffing at his idiotic friend. He thought it was a legit question, but apparently not.

Plenty of things could happen tonight and he wasn't sure he wanted to be apart of them. But in order to get the tea, you had to spill some of your own. And at this point, he didn't care about his own. He had cared about it for far too many years, and like any good secret does, it needed to get out. 

"Dream?" George appeared at his side, his voice dropping urgently as the group split off into the house. 

"Hm?"

"We're gonna lie, right?" His eyes looked pleading, like there was some deeper meaner in lying. Dream chuckled. Maybe it was the way he said it, or the way he expected Dream to keep their secret, but Dream snapped. This was no longer a secret he wanted to keep.

"So what if they find out? It's in the past, anyway."

The brit opened his mouth to protest, but Clay moved away from him with a scoff. After all, they were all friends, what was someone going to say? Be homophobic? Ant and Red were quite literally dating in front of their very eyes, there was no chance someone would have a problem with it. 

Unless someone not present had a problem with it.

Despite his lack of care for his and George's secrets, he opted for switching his drink to water immediately, filling up an empty bottle to hide the lack of alcohol. George shot him a dirty look as he walked out the door, and Clay pulled a face right back.

Two could play at that game. Vaguely, he remembered laughing with the boy quite literally thirty minutes ago, but being petty had its priorities. 

Everyone was gathered around the dock in a circle when Dream got there. A cooler was full of drinks and water, so he figured he didn't have to hide his lack of beer to the group. Red and Ant made it too, and the sun was sinking over the glistening water.

"Alright, who's first?" Bad looked around, inviting someone to speak up. 

"I got it Bad," Sapnap smirked. Clay winced, awaiting a banger of a question right off the bat, but he seemed to be spared temporarily. "Never have I ever crashed a car."

Dream was the first to look over before George groaned, taking a sip of his drink. He was the only one who did, so everyone laughed at him, begging for the details. 

Clay knew the story.

"This isn't bloody truth or dare, get a move on," he grumbled, humor in his tone. 

Tubbo opted to go next. "Never have I ever ate sand." It was a peculiar question, but Dream didn't expect no less from him.

Everyone else stared in agape horror, waiting for someone's glass to go up. Wilbur nonchalantly took a sip of his own, which distracted everyone from seeing Tommy take a quick and small swig of his water bottle. 

"Wilbur?" Dream wheezed. "Um-?"

"Don't bash the lifestyle till you try it," was all the musician had to offer. 

"Fair enough." Ant didn't seem all that content with his answer, but he chuckled anyway.

"Never have I ever pissed my bed." George looked to Dream expectantly, tipping his glass his way. "That's all you, pissbaby."