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When a small, struggling streamer gets raided by Dream and his friend Sapnap, she can't help but reach out and thank him. Months later on a dating app, she comes across an unfamiliar man who she seems to know a lot more of than she think...
I woke the next morning laying across something that did not feel like my mattress. As I acknowledged someone's arm around me, holding me close to their chest, I remember what happened last night.
Nick hugged me in his sleep, one hand tucked under his head and the other clinging to my shoulder as if he was afraid that I'd leave if he let go. I glanced up to him, hearing his heartbeat through his shirt. I pressed my face deep into his chest, feeling him hold me tighter. My hair fell across my face in a way that I hated, but I didn't want to move and disturb him.
I nearly fell back asleep, but Nick slowly began to wake, his thumb caressing my shoulder.
I smiled into his shirt and turned my face to look at him.
The morning sun fell onto his face, illuminating his already bright smile. I reached my hand up and touched his face, unsure if this was a dream or not.
"Good morning," he murmured, leaning into my touch.
"Hi," I whispered back. "How did you sleep?"
"It doesn't matter 'cause I was with you,"
I sat up, letting his arm fall away from me. The sun streamed through my half-closed curtains, blanketing me in the Texas heat.
I checked my phone, and to my surprise, I had what seemed like hundreds of missed calls and messages from our friends. Twitter might've broken my phone with the amount of notification it was sending me.
"Wait, Bee," Nick said, grabbing my wrist. "Before we start looking at that. Can I just...can I kiss you?"
I did not feel as rigid as I had the night before. I nodded, and almost instantly felt his soft lips against mine. It was barely a kiss--my tiredness could not be waived. Our foreheads were pressed together, and my hand laid peacefully against his face.
When we parted, he leant against the wall and pulled me in close to him, his arms around my waist.
"Can we sit like this for a little while longer?" He asked. I nodded again and let myself sink into his touch.
"I must have forgotten what human touch felt like," I mentioned offhandedly, through a yawn. Henry jumped onto the bed, feeling neglected.
"Then I won't let go until you tell me," Nick spoke under his breath. He rested his chin on my shoulder as I finally unlocked my phone.
The first thing I did was open my multiple messages from Kayla. After reading enough of her screaming at me via text, I moved on. It was the same all around. Tons of messages, all from the same group of people. What made me laugh the most was Clay's messages.
Clay: NICK ISN'T ANSWERING ME BEE ELISABETH MARKSON-BROOKES ANSWER ME I'M JUST SCROLLING THROUGH TWITTER AND WHAT DO I SEE?? A GIF OF YOU AND NICK? SO I THINK IT'S PHOTOSHOPPED SO I TEXT ALEX WHO WAS WATCHING THE STREAM AND HE'S TEXTING ME BACK LIKE NO IT'S A HUNDRED PERCENT REAL BEE WAKE THE FUCK UP STOP IGNORING ME YOU ARE TWO OF MY BEST FRIENDS ARE YOU DATING NOW ANSWER ME HELLO? BITCH
Bee: good morning:)
Clay: HAVE YOU SEEN TWITTER?
Bee: No we just woke up
Clay: WE?? OHOHOHO NICK YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO I KNOW YOU'RE READING THESE WITH BEE CAUSE YOU WON'T ANSWER YOUR OWN FUCKING PHONE
I turn over Nick's phone, which looked just like mine did; exploding with notifications.
I decided to finally check Twitter. Instantly, I was greeted with thousands of chaotic tweets going back and forth, arguing about us. Shit--was that fanart? What the hell? It'd be less than 8 hours, what the fuck.
I didn't want to Tweet anything out addressing it until Nick and I talked.
"They're asking if we're dating," I finally worked up the courage to mention.
"Tell them the truth," Nick said absentmindedly, as if I knew that answer.
"I would, but I don't exactly know what the truth is,"
He put down his phone and thought for a moment.
"What do you think it is?"
"I think I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified," I admitted, more to myself than to him.
"Why are you scared?"
"I'm scared of everything."
"Of me?"
I sighed.
"I'm not scared of you. I want nothing more than to be around you. The world just seems too heavy sometimes,"
Nick traced my hands with his.
"It's okay," He said, trailing up to the tips of my fingers. "I'll help you carry the weight."
For a moment, I stared up to him. I got the rush of adrenaline, the Deja Vu I'd had from the night before, when I saw everything we'd ever had and more hidden just behind the amber of his eyes.
"I like you," Nick mumbled.
"That's unfortunate," I had to look the other way, fits of laughter coming on already. "W-why?" I started laughing, my body shaking.
"God, you really know how to ruin a moment," He groaned, although I saw a hint of a smile at his lips.
I unlocked my phone again. I took a picture of the two of us. I sent a tweet. I wasn't thinking about the future or the past, but the here and now.
BEE (@LIBBEE) surprise:)
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"Oh yeah, cause that's gonna clear up a lot," Nick teased, finally letting my stand and stretch. "Definitely not gonna have people tagging us for the next month, asking about it."
I shrugged. "If they ask, they ask. We'll just tell them the truth."
"What are we going to do when you move?" He asked the question I wished he wouldn't.
"I'll figure it out," I promised. "But you have a trip to Florida to re-pack for."
