polaroid angel - dreamnotfound

˖⋆࿐໋₊ 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

"where are the size fourteens?" dream groans, digging in messy piles of bowling shoes.
"size- what the hell?"

to be honest i've never really paid attention to the size of his feet before. fourteen is... really big. i slip on my eight and a halfs, snickering as he keeps searching.

"found them!"

he whips out the right pair from the bottom of a pile, looking ecstatic as ever. his old converse come off quicker than lightning. someone's excited for knocking pins tonight.

this is really the first time i've seen dream dressed in casual clothing. he's almost hotter this way; in sweatpants, sneakers and a tank top. don't get me wrong, he's stupidly attractive in his professional workwear, but this just hits different. of course he had to pick a top that shows off his muscular arms. luckily my inevitable boners won't be visible underneath my loose-fitting pink skirt.

"i booked lane three, should be right around the corner."
"how do you know?" i ask, picking my shoes up with my left hand.
"been here a lot of times before, with friends," he explains, "it's the lane closest to the bar."
"of course you'd snatch that one."

i hit his arm lightly, rolling my eyes as we make our way past other groups of people changing shoes. some of them stare at us, but i know their curious looks are mostly directed at me, my knee socks and my cute little skirt. over the years i've learned to ignore the glares and dirty looks, but my confidence still isn't sky high. i still get anxious when parents push their kids away, or when teens whisper and laugh with their friends as i walk by. it hurts a little, honestly. it lets me know that i'm not normal. that i'm weird, and looked down upon.

dream seems to notice them too, and slips an arm around my waist to pull me closer.

"don't mind them," he says quietly, "they're just jealous of you cause you're so beautiful."

i smile, giggling slightly. another night full of compliments and flirting. i'm more than excited.

it's relatively dark inside the building, but music and colorful strobe lights make up for that. they dance across the ceiling and the walls, giving the place nightclub vibes. and the bar adds to it, too. how convenient, having a source of alcohol just behind our lane.

"so how would you rate your bowling skills?" dream wonders as he registers us on a monitor.
"i've played a few times before.." i hum, "i'd say i'm decent. what about you?"
"oh, you'll have your ass wrecked tonight. in more than one way."

boner tally: one.

"hush dream, people will hear you."
"yeah yeah, i know that turned you on baby," he teases, subtly sliding a hand under my sweater to feel my bare skin.
"dream! we can't fuck in the bowling alley!" i aggressively whisper back.
"i'm joking, i'm joking!"

he pinches my cheek, chuckling evilly.
"i find it cute how easily i turn you on, though."
"whatever," i mutter, embarrassed.

hand in hand, we walk up to number three once we're registered. our names show up on the screen above our heads. dream and george.

"alright, looks like you're going first, so i'll order some drinks for us and come back," he tells me.
"do you really wanna miss my outstanding first shot?"
"no, but we need drinks, right?"

he winks at me before turning around and heading over to the bartender.

alright dream, cocky piece of shit. i'll show you who's the boss here.

with a smirk i pick up a ball, confidently throwing it without overthinking my technique too much. it hits eight pins. that's decent. i'm definitely meeting my own, low expectations already. the two that are left are positioned right next to each other. this shouldn't be too hard.

i take aim, swinging my arm to throw the next one. it rolls along the floor, and i anxiously close my eyes as the distance decreases. knocking sounds echo inside the large room. it hit the last pins dead on. i'm a fucking master.

"woah, a spare?" dream cheers behind me, "that's pretty good. especially for a beginner like you."
"did you come here just to inflate your ego?" i taunt, fake pouting with my bottom lip, "aww, wittle dream is so self-conscious that he has to beat weak femboy george in bowling to feel better about himself, wahh waaaah.."

i burst out laughing while my victim sips his drink. after he's swallowed the liquor he snorts, desperately trying to stifle his own laughter.

"i mean, if you view it like that.."
"okay dumbass, just go now, it's your turn."

he hands me my drink, putting his own down on a round table. his fingers slot into the holes of a ball, he aims, and... a strike. of course. what else was i expecting.

"looks like i'm just a liiittle bit better than you after all."
"okay? that was literally the first attempt, but whatever you say," i huff, tasting the yellow liquid in my glass. it seems to be pressed pineapple, most likely mixed with some kind of vodka. a fancy pink umbrella is attached to it. how luxurious.

second go now. i only manage to knock down six pins this time. dream's mischevious glare burns into my back. when it's his turn, i decide to jumpscare him so he drops the ball way too early, making it go down the gutter.

"hey! that's cheating!" he exclaims, clearly upset.
"a little sabotage isn't cheating," i snicker, "and besides, don't you think i deserve a handicap since you're apparently 'soooo good'?"
"no? we're doing this fairly if you're gonna be cocky, honey."

i brush him off, preparing to throw again. before i can even choose a ball however, dream suddenly wraps his arms around me from behind. at first it startles me, but i soon lean into his warm touch.

"i love your energy so much by the way," he purrs, kissing my neck, "i love when you're happy and confident like this."

i'm blushing like crazy, spinning around to meet his gaze. for a few moments we stay like that, not uttering a single word to each other. he's so gorgeous under the flashing lights. people are probably staring again, but we couldn't care less.

"did i tell you that you look beautiful tonight?"
"you did."
"well, then i'm telling you again," he smiles, "you look beautiful tonight."