Ruin The Friendship [ dreamwastaken x reader ]

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I close my eyes.

I breathe for a moment, steadying myself.

God. I'm genuinely upset right now. Though... I can't tell how much of it is because of what I just stumbled upon... and how much of it is because of the delicate dance me and Clay are performing.

I hear my phone chime and my eyes immediately open. I feel giddy, excited. There's only one name I want to see on the notification. Sadly, it isn't him.

George
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'THIS U?'
'LIKE ACTUALLY?' 1:16 am

I blink, steadying my vision, trying to read what he sent me. I quickly realize it's my own tweet from just a few minutes ago glaring back at me.

I blink a few times, eyes refocusing, trying to process.

'ya'
'howndid u fidn that so fast u creep' 1:17 am

'i was just looking and saw it!!!!!!'
'anyways accept my follow request 😱' 1:17 am

'fukc no' 1:17 am

I squint at my screen, trying to type my explanation. 'iodnt wan—'
'i dornt w—'
'id o—'
I growl in frustration, slowly realizing more and more I might be drunker than I thought. The last few shots I took before going to bed are starting to take effect.

'what? why? i thought we were on track to being friends?' 1:18 am

I whine, wondering if I've actually hurt his feelings. I hesitate for only a moment, thumb hovering, then press call. It rings for a moment, then:

"H—hello?" Comes from the speaker, soft and surprised.

"I don' wan' a famous person follo-wing my spam account." I manage to finally say.

George laughs. "You called to tell me that?"

I hum in confirmation. "I could'n' type it... I tried..." I mumble back.

"Wait— speak again?" He says, and I know he's catching on.

"Yeah. I'm drun'k right now if that's what you're wonderin'." I slur back.

George laughs. "I was. If that's the case, I feel better saying this: you should seriously consider taking that tweet down before someone who doesn't think it's as funny as I do finds it."

I whine, knowing he's right. "Clay?"

George stutters for a moment. "Wh-what? No. He'd find that hilarious. No." There's a small pause. "I just mean there are some— there are some people in the replies to that tweet who would love to know your full name and address."

My breath hitches, and I realize he's right.

"It's up to you, seriously. I don't think anything will actually come of it but... better safe than sorry." He says.

I whine again, feeling tears start to build. I feel like a petulant child. There was a release of energy when I threw my fit and said it, but now I have to take it back.

I delete the tweet.

"Okay..." I mumble. "I deleted it."

"Good, good." George responds back.

There's a moment of silence, before I break it again. "Than'ks for havin' my back." I whisper out around a sniffle.

"Yeah. Of course. Anytime." He says.

It sounds so genuine, and it's for nothing in return. He's just... a real friend of Clay's, and that kindness is being extended to me. I sniffle again— and the flood gates burst. My voice wobbles with a drawn out whine, and I start to sob.