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~9~

The month of November seemed to have flown by in less than a second. It was a holiday week, one of the worst times of the year for me, and it didn’t even feel real. The days just whizzed by me as subtle as passing cars on the road. There was no way November was almost over, there was no way it had already been well over a month since Dream and I met, and there was just no way that the stupid food holiday was in a few days. Yet, there I was, confirming for the millionth time with my calendar that the day was November 25th, sitting in my chair having just uploaded another video that included Dream and I whilst in a Discord call with him.

No, there was just no way, but it was true. And I waited patiently in my seat for Dream to come back to his desk, picking at a scab on my finger that had formed after accidentally cutting myself on an X-acto knife earlier that day. The sun had begun its descent into the horizon, casting long shadows into my room through my window and emitting a vibrant glow onto whatever it was able to touch. Still, through the surprisingly clear skies and lack of snowfall, the weather outside was dreadfully cold. My old high school sweater and a pair of sweatpants was enough to suffice my need for warmth. 

“I’m back,” Dream’s voice made its way through my headset followed by sounds of shuffling. I cracked a smile without realising it and hummed. “Welcome back.” He gave me a light chuckle before sighing heavily into his microphone. I furrowed my eyebrows at the sound of his audible exhaustion and leaned in close to my monitor as if it would help me hear him better. “What’s wrong?” 

He hesitated answering my question which really only made me more curious about what was going on behind his computer screen. 

“Nothing, it’s just- Stacy always wants to be with me or like- talk to me, I guess. She kept texting me while we were editing and it just made me really frustrated that she got mad at me for being busy..” Dream explained through a tone of voice I hadn’t really heard before. Regardless, I shifted in my seat and brought my knees up to my chest. “I mean.. we can end the call if you want, I don’t mind if-” I began, but he interjected.

“No! It’s okay, I wanna keep talking to you!” My face heated up as he continued to speak. “It’s just annoying I guess. Like I get we used to be good friends in high school and it’s nice to reconnect that bond, but it’s not like I have all the time in the world to set aside just for her, y’know?” He sighed heavily. 

You’re such a clueless idiot, Dream.

“I can’t say I know because.. I don’t,” we both shared a quick, breathless laugh, “you could’ve just told me she wanted to talk to you and we could’ve picked up editing later, though.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes and giggling at how oblivious he was. It was so simple, if someone wanted to talk to him it’s not like I’d get offended, people do that with me all the time. I figured it was just obvious to tell I was someone to be okay with that kind of thing, if and whenever such a thing would pop up. 

His reply was odd. 

“What? No, George, what the hell? I’m not just gonna give up what I’m doing and stop talking to you just so I can meet her needs specifically. You’re my friend, I have to balance my time with you just as much as I do with hers, are you an idiot?” Dream wheezed into his microphone and slammed his fist onto his desk in a fit of giggles. I eyed his Discord icon quizzically, genuine confusion filling my brain. 

This girl is clearly so obsessed with you and wants to take up all your time and energy and you let her just because she’s some pretty girl you used to know like 2 years ago, but I’m the idiot? Okay.

I hated being on the topic of Stacy, her name was sickening, her face was vexating, and just the thought of her with Dream felt like poison being directly injected into my veins. Of course, it was no doubt they were meant to be, why wouldn’t they? They were both attractive (maybe Dream a little more than Stacy), they went to the same high school in Florida and somehow still found themselves in a completely different country years later. If it wasn’t a clear sign from the universe that they should be together, what the hell else was it?