Mystery Messenger | Dream

Fifteen

"Welcome home!" f/n was quick to envelop me in a hug, arms tightening almost like a snake as I slowly lost air.

"Thank... you," I gasp out, feeling as they let go and take a few steps back. "How'd you get into my house?"

f/n laughs, pulling a key out from their purse. "I know where you keep the spare, obviously."

I sigh, setting all my luggage in the living room so I can grab a water from the fridge. "I know you want to ask about it, so go ahead."

I'd texted f/n daily updates about what I was doing, and I didn't dare to leave out the fact that I'd met Dream on my last day there.

"What did he look like?! Is he nice? What was it like?!"

Of course they'd want to know the weird stuff. Not how I knew it was him or why I even met him in the first place.

"He's nice, yeah. I'm actually somewhat comfortable around him even though I don't know him well."

I speak the truth, ignoring their questions on his looks since I knew I'd start to heat up if I talked about him too long.

f/n stares ahead with sparkles in their eyes, considering Dream had been a YouTuber they enjoyed watching if they had free-time.

"I'd introduce you, but I'm scared you'd ditch me for him," I laugh as if I'm joking, but I'm fully aware that's how I think when there's only three people hanging out.

I'm gonna be excluded.

"Has he messaged you yet today? Wait... Do you guys send 'good morning' texts?!" It was obvious they'd let their mind run wild with imagination and I laugh, shaking my head.

"No, we don't. Actually, I still haven't responded to his latest messages," I admit, sitting down on my couch with a visible frown.

"What? Why not?!" f/n prods, jumping beside me on the piece of furniture. They're really invested in this aren't they...

"I'm— I can't feel the way I do right now," The words fall from my lips and it seems like I register them slowly, guilt building in my stomach.

"y/n... Liking someone isn't a bad thing, you know that, right?" A mood once so happy was shot down by a simple sentence from me, and now I felt even worse.

I was just being a burden.

"No, it isn't a bad thing. But it's no fun to think of all the things others might assume of me, imagine how I feel when I think Clay doesn't like who I am... it hurts."

They sigh, wrapping an arm around my shoulders to pull me closer. "It's not your fault. Besides, I'm sure Clay enjoys your company, otherwise he wouldn't text you so consistently!"

f/n gives it a shot to brighten the mood, but I don't really feel the same, shrugging them off so I can walk into my room and lay down after the flight.

"I'll see you later," My final mumble is all f/n can hear before I shut the door, leaving myself in a dark room. "I'm such a terrible person."

Looking over I see my computers setup, the black screen seeming to taunt me.

My phone buzzes and I look over to see that it isn't the familiar image of Dream. Instead, it's a message from f/n.

I ordered you a pizza and left some money on the table...

Take a chance on him y/n

You never know how good it might be

I read over the messages in defeat, already aware f/n wouldn't give up until I at least tried to do something about the situation.

And so I did.

In a moment of pure adrenaline, I open the Instagram messages shared between me and Dream, seeing his last attempt to talk with me.

You still up to play?

I set the phone back down, curling myself up into a corner. My nerves were on edge. What if he was mad at me for not texting back immediately?

Did he see that I read it awhile ago without saying anything? He doesn't understand why I did— he must hate me.

There's another audible ding and I pick the phone back up, clicking the notification quickly in fear that he said something offensive or rude.

Sure!

I'll send you a request :)

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Yup i'm sticking with it too bad.