how do i get over you

are we having any fun yet?

He hated overthinking.

Aside from diorite or sweeping edge, he rarely hated anything, but overthinking?

Dream wasn't the actual violent kind, but if overthinking was a person then they should've been absolutely terrified.

It wasn't that he didn't like thinking. He was even a master at fast thinking, the evidence was right in his videos, but overthinking?

It always made him feel- he wasn't even sure what he felt.

But even he had to admit that overthinking situations had their benefits.

So while he was preparing lunch, when he finally accepted it, he didn't let his knife fall in shock, he didn't widen his eyes, nor did his mouth fall open. He just calmly continued the task of making his lunch, humming along with the music playing on the background. It had been a long time coming, almost inevitable. He lost control, he had failed himself.

He knew, he had known for more than a few days now. He was in love with George and there was nothing he could do about it. But fully accepting something was something completely different. Especially if that meant he was giving up so much control.

His phone went over.

"Hello?" He greeted, wondering who was actually calling him. He hadn't even spared a glance at the caller ID.

"You're a piece of shit, Clayton, just so you know."

He squinted his eyes, already recognizing Sapnap's voice. He didn't say anything for a second, not sure what he had done wrong.

"George told me," he explained. Dream hummed, thinking about what George could've said that would make Sapnap angry at him? This didn't make sense- oh, no, wait it did.

"Oh, actually, I was gonna call you about that." Dream chuckled in relief, glad that it was going to be solved in just a few seconds. But Sapnap was having none of it. Apparently, his best friend was actually very upset about this.

"Keep your excuses. I thought it was going to be us three?" He paused. "Did George really replace me?" Sapnap's voice wavered at the end, on the edge of breaking. He coughed, clearing his throat. It was obvious he didn't want to cry about it.

"Of course not! are you crazy? Nick, you're not understanding me-"

"Oh come on Dream, be honest with me. Is George replacing me? 'Cause if he is just say so-"

"No!" Dream's voice echoed through the phone, his yell could even be heard from outside. "No," he said softer. The thought that George could ever replace Sapnap, was crazy. Besides, it wasn't like that, it wasn't black and white.

"Then why am I not invited?"

Dream let his knife fall on the counter, hastily searching for words in his head. This never happened, he always knew what to say. Yet, with Sapnap impatiently waiting, he felt like he couldn't explain it at all.

"Dream?"

His throat closed as he just couldn't find the words. Why was it so hard to explain?

"Clay, are you okay?" The worry in Sapnap's voice only made him more nervous.

What was going on? George had called him crying in the middle of the night asking him if he hated him and then he had to prove him wrong by asking if he wanted to meet up and the reason why George was asking that was because he had been ignoring the man for a week because-

"I'm in love with George," rushed out of his mouth, not thinking about it for a second. His vocabulary returned to him. "I ignored him for a week so he asked me if I hated him, which I obviously don't. I mean," his laugh was hollow and weak, "I'm in love with him. But that- I- I needed to prove him wrong, that I don't hate him and I swear on my life that I would never ever ever want to replace you, besides, I was gonna ask you to join. I'm even ready to pay for your plane ticket, too." And breathe.

Sapnap laughed.

"Just pay me to fucking ticket you idiot. Have a fun time thinking about Georgie." And he hung up.

Dream frowned, checking his phone if Sapnap really hung up. Something was going on, he could feel it in his stomach, but he didn't know what exactly.

Why wasn't Sapnap surprised?

Because he already knew. That was the only explanation possible. Somehow Sapnap had already figured it out. They had been friends for over nine years, it made sense that he suspected it. Still, something was off. Especially with him just hanging up.

Dream stuffed his phone back in his back pocket as he looked at his now cold toast.

He thought back at Sapnap's words. Have a fun time thinking about Georgie.

He wasn't having any fun at all.