𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ° ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ

𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚠𝚘 | 五, 二

His conversation with Eret stuck with him until dinner.

Or if you could even call eating McDonald's with your sister on your bedroom floor at eleven late at night dinner. But it seems like Drista doesn't seem to mind at all as she was happily chomping down on her nuggets and slurping at her soda, completely forgetting her brother's promise of taking her to the mildly expensive noodle diner near their town. Dream's allowance might live another day.

"Slow down, Jesus." Dream grimaces when Drista chews obnoxiously loud.

"No need to call me Jesus, just Drista." She retorts, completely ignoring her brother's complaints of disgust.

"Okay, Drista." He rolls his eyes. "Stop talking while there's food in your mouth it's disgusting."

Drista shrugs, taking a sip of her soda before pointing a fry at her brother. "You're so moody today." She complains.

It was no lie that Drista might've been getting the short end of the stick today, he admits that. He had been unreasonably emotional at everything when they got home, not to mention that his drink made a hole on the paperbag of food, proceeding to spill on the sidewalk pavement that made Dream even more upset than ever. Drista offered her own but Dream waves her off, saying it's fine.

The conversation from earlier was taking a toll on him; the confusion, the secrets, the pressure. It was all too much. While he appreciates Eret's help, it didn't really do much to sate his personal turmoils seeing as Eret is evidently more open and confident about his sexuality while Dream is not. Not to mention that Eret had only discovered their bisexuality a year ago and Dream would rather not be a hindrance to their own share of confusion.

There was also Wilbur who knows about his current situation. And while the older has had experiences dealing with this kind of situation due to his brother, he doubts that Wilbur could actually offer him something other than support and comfort. (In which Dream greatly appreciates, it's just that he needs answers.)

And it's not like he had many friends at all besides the aforementioned people so this leaves Dream to almost nothing.

Dream was almost tempted to bury this problem again, just like he did back in his younger days. But it seems like everytime he buries his problems at the very corners of his mind, it only comes back tenfold, bringing back more consquences and even much more confusion than it had before.

It was like going to the dollar store with Drista to buy one thing then coming back home with junk that they'll both forget the next month or two, with just the reminder of their stupidity and expenses written permanently in ink on the receipts.

Drista left his bedroom after eating their dinner with a quiet whisper of goodnight, clearly upset that something is bothering her brother and she couldn't do anything to help. Dream gives her a quick hug before she leaves, the tiniest of smiles appearing on her features.

As soon as the door creaks shut, he lets out a sigh as he makes his way to his desk and opens his laptop, the soft blue light illuminates his dim room. The cursor blinks mockingly at him, as does the several walls of text and bright, overwhelming colours currently being displayed on his screen; he couldn't even get pass to reading the third sentence before he promptly gives up and opens a new tab.

The suggested links were mildly upsetting, in which all of them sprouts from the same root; from crisis to support hotlines.

Dream tries not to think about the possibilities too much.

One particular link catches his eye. Just a simply decorated website hinted with the occassional rainbows here and there. The website gives the tiniest bits of information suggesting what it was about, along with a blank space to input your e-mail for sign up.

Project Youth, it reads.

The name was fitting as youth does tend to flock amongst each other on the internet, always craving for the intimacy and connection to relate with one another that they normally couldn't get a grasp on in real life. Their generation seeks company, something that the society often takes away from them, simply to divide people from such absurd reasons.

This will most probably bite him back in the ass later but Dream is young and stupid, so he does what any other youth struggling to cope with identity crisis would do--

He clicks the link with no regard for consequences.