Dream POV
"Y/N this song is called Roadtrip," I say as the song begins to play.
"Yeah it's perfect for our drive," she says smiles back at me innocently and slightly confused.
Oh god, does she not know?
"No, this isn't just any song," I begin but I'm cut off by my own voice starting to blare from the Tesla's speakers.
People change like the tides in the ocean
At least I think or am I dead wrong?
Foot on the brake, at the light I don't notice
I sit and wait until the next song
Y/N turns to me, her eyes wide.
"Dream— is this—"
20 hours in an old van
Up the east coast, through the cold wind
Drove 20 hours by the ocean
Up the east coast, what a road trip
"Yes, this is my song, I wrote it," I smile nervously as the chorus begins.
"Now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was 18
And every winter, I think back to what we used to bе
In that past life, we lived at 18," the chorus bursts out of me and I feel myself flush red.
Uh, I reminisce about a past life
Things change, I get it, 'cause nothing lasts right?
Yeah, and I was thinking 'bout her last night
Scrolling through our memories, debating 'bout our last times
Y/N turns to look out the window but I can see in the mirror that she's grinning.
Ay, for a minute, we was cool
Then we flew just a lil' too close to the sun
Now we finished, now we through
Guess we knew one day we would have to grow up
"20 hours in an old Ford
Across the Midwest, thinking, what for?
Drove 20 hours, but it's hopeless
Across the Midwest, what a road trip," the song reminds me of the day I thought of it.
How cool would it be if I could make my own music?
I remember writing and rewriting the lyrics over and over until I got it just right.
The final chorus begins and I unintentionally press the gas pedal slightly harder. The balloons bounce around in the back seat, reflecting the sunlight and leaving gold and silver speckles all around the car.
"Now that interstate is paved with memories
Of a past life I lived when I was 18
And every winter, I think back to what we used to be
In that past life, we lived at 18."
In the mirror, I notice that Y/N is mouthing along to the song although I can't be sure she's actually singing.
The song finishes with one music flourish and I smile, easing on the brakes slightly.
"So what'd you think?" I ask. Y/N turns back to face me, her grin now mischievous.
"I wonder what other songs you have," she reaches for my phone and begins scrolling. I would grab it away from her but I don't want to take my hands off the steering wheel, even if it is self-driving.
"Don't you dare—"
Y/N smiles as she places my phone back as Mask begins to play.
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"You have Wii?!" Y/N exclaims as I pull the box out from its hiding place at the back of my closet.
"Yes, but I haven't used it in a while," I brush the dust off the top and carry it downstairs.
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𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒔 - Dream x Reader
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