Piano Keys [Discontinued]

Chapter Three - iPhone Notifications

Technoblade 3rd Person POV

Technoblade yawned as he woke up, stretching before he hopped out of bed. It was only 6:00, but he was still getting used to the time change, even if it was only by three hours. He was meeting Clay for coffee at nine, so he had time to throw away.

He got ready anyways, pushing open his half-finished closet. Some of his clothes were in on of his suitcases. They were summer ones anyways, so there was no point in getting them it yet.

Being nearly December, it should been colder, but it was Miami after all. He didn't take too much time choosing an outfit, but decided he'd better at least wear something decent to hang out with his newest-and currently only- friend.

Technoblade settled with a pinkish-reddish hoodie and black jeans. Plus regular tennis-shoes. Casual. His hair had grown out some recently, he had to put a comb through it, just to tame it down some. After that, he went to the kitchen to grab a small breakfast.

He drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for his biscuit to warm up, impatient as ever. He missed Floof, his small, white dog who had to stay with his family until they found a time to make the long road trip to Miami. They would fly, but the family had talked about it and decided that whenever they visited, they would drive to bring Floof along. No chance would Technoblade let his poor companion board an airplane. Talk about unsafe.

The clock ticked slowly as he waited for the time to pass until 9:00. Eventually, the clock struck 8:45 and he left.

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Technoblade tapped his foot against the ground out of habit, his social anxiety going crazy as he waited for his order. His lack of sleep definitely didn't help his nerves, and he hummed quietly to no tune in particular as he stood at the cash register area. He lifted his phone up, but right as he was going to unlock it, the lady handed him his drink. "Thanks," he muttered, and then walked away.

He was headed back to his table, where Clay was already sitting. He wore a similar outfit to the one he was wearing when they first met, but instead the cropped sweatshirt was blue with two horizontal, white striped. He had gotten actual coffee, so it was ready quicker, and it was sitting on the table in front of him. Clay was playing on his phone, typing something. with a playful type of smirk drawn on his face.

Clay probably heard him, as he glanced up as Technoblade approached the table. He hit something on his phone before sitting it down. Clay's smile became more friendly than mischievous as Technoblade sat down.

Then, his own phone buzzed in his hand, lighting up. Glancing down out it briefly, it was a Twitter notification. It was just Dream responding to something George had tweeted earlier.

He placed his phone to the side, and the two engaged into a conversation.

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Dream 3rd Person POV

Dream heard light footsteps, and he glanced up. His new friend, Dave, came up to the table. Dream quickly sent the tweet before powering his device off and picking up his cup. He was about to say something when Dave's phone then went off His eyes flicked down to see the notification, and Dream glanced at it on accident. It was a Twitter notification...

"Oh hell, how funny would it be that this guy I'm meeting is a fan? Or is it just convenient timing, a coincidence? Sure didn't seem like it... too perfectly timed..." Dream's thoughts flurried, but Dave didn't seem too bothered as he mimicked Dream's movement by putting it aside.

The two sparked up a conversation quickly, not really caring about sticking to a certain topic.

But eventually, they got onto a more difficult idea for the both of them, unknowingly to the other, "So... you moved to Miami. Have any reason in particular, job-wise?" Dream inquired, genuinely curious.