IndividualityNotFound

~ Chapter 9 ~

My eyes shot open as the room around me slowly came into focus. The bottom of my vision was blurry from crying I presumed. I need to stop having that dream, I thought to myself while I slowly sat up from my bed, and threw the warm blankets off of my legs. I kicked my feet off the side of my bed, as my eyes finally adjusted to the extremely bright room I had woken up to. I reached over onto my nightstand, and pressed the button on the side of the thin device in my hand. 11:54 it read.

I swiftly stand up from my bed and walk over to the open white stained, wooden, door to the bathroom in my room. I stared at my puffy, red-stained eyes in the reflective surface of my mirror. I sigh before I pull back the curtain of my shower, and lean into the clean shower and turn the knob on the faucet to the warm side to start the water and let it warm up. I slipped out of my pajamas, and into the shower as I let the water hit my face.

I let the warm water wash away whatever was left of the tears in my eyes. I poured a nickel sized circle of shampoo on my palm, and rubbed it into my hair. It had been a while since I had time like this just to think. I finished up my shower as I thought of what I could do today. After drying myself off and changing into a pair of sweatpants and an old high school sweatshirt, I threw my hair into a quick messy bun and walked out of my room while I scrolled through Pinterest looking for some outfit ideas, since I wanted to go shopping again at some point.

I walked down the stairs and over to the kitchen where I opened the fridge and let the light from the inside shine onto me while I reached in to grab a yogurt. I closed the door to the silver box. I grabbed a spoon from one of the kitchen drawers and went to sit down on the couch. About 3 minutes later, a sleepy George walked down the stairs and from the looks of it he was extremely happy.

"What's gotten you so hyped up?" I asked, laughing a bit with the question.

"Sapnap's back," George explained with a smile, "we're all streaming in a bit, Dream said you could join if you wanted to. I told him you'd probably say yes." He bounced a bit as he talked, making his tiredness nearly fade away completely.

"Why'd he ask for me specifically?" I asked, I was flattered, but it didn't make sense. Why didn't he ask Bad or Antfrost? What about Tommy and Wilbur? I wasn't even on the SMP, so I'm not sure what compelled him to ask me. It was probably because of George, I just think he didn't want me feeling left out if I found out they were all streaming and didn't invite me.

"I don't know," George replied. "Why do you ask?" His eyebrows bent down at the outer corners a bit, he was worried.

"It's nothing," I shrugged off the topic. "Just wondering. I'll join in though, I haven't streamed in a while and it sounds like fun." He nodded, and walked into the kitchen to grab breakfast. I finished my yogurt and went upstairs to turn on my PC and let it warm up a bit. I went back and forth on if I wanted to do a webcam for the stream today and eventually decided against it. It had been a few hours since I woke up, but my eyes were still a bit red and I don't want my viewers to see me like this.

~ George POV ~

I was so glad that Sapnap was back. It's always good to take a break now and then since being in the public eye can - without a doubt - get insanely stressful. Especially when you're as big as Clay, Nick, or I. I like having fans and being a well-known content creator and all, but there are large downsides to it as well. Such as toxic stans, insane shippers, and all the attention. Since I'm also a pretty large creator, I understand why Nick needed a break.

Dré 🎮

did t answer you on the stream yet

She said she would join
Chill out lover boy