skephalo/dreamnotfound ish plus some 'horror'

chapter 8

BAD'S POV-

Zak and I reach our separate ways and before I can ask him if he's okay, he says, "Yes Bad. I'm fine. Go sleep now."

I smile at him. "You're sure?" I ask, already knowing the answer but just asking so I can spend a bit more time with Zak. Sure enough, he nods and rolls his eyes before stepping in his room and shutting the door.

I go to my own room and lay on my bed, under the covers. When Zak had told us about Tyler, I had nearly cried. If anything, it should be him crying, not me.

Zak's such a strong muffin though, and I feel like he was kind of....embarrassed that Tyler had that type of hold on him. I sigh and try to shove Tyler off my mind, but of course it doesn't work.

I drift in and out of sleep before actually falling asleep at around 3 am. But when I end up sleeping, I end up having nightmares of Tyler sneering, saying, "Nice scars. Though not nearly as nice as the ones that I gave you on your back." And Zak's terrified face. But mostly his eyes. He looked like he had given up.

I wake up from my nightmare, panting. My shirt is drenched in sweat. I look at the clock and sigh. 6:36 am. But given the nightmare that I just had, I know that I won't be getting any sleep soon.

I roll out of bed and clump downstairs, freezing when I hear voices.

The first one says, "Just go for it! I'm pretty positive that he likes  you." I recognize that voice as Zak's.

Then the second, which I recognize as Dream's voice says, "But are you sure? How could anyone like him ever love anyone like me? He's brilliant, handsome, and so, so kind." 

I really which that they would say the name of whoever they were talking about. It's starting to drive me crazy. But before I can eavesdrop anymore, I end up in a coughing fit. Zak and Dream stop talking. They come over to where I'm at and freeze.

"Bad?" Zak asks. "How much did you hear? How long were you standing there?"

I get over my sneezing fit and start blushing like crazy now that I've been caught. "I-i uhm. I came and I heard the last part of the conversation. Where you," I nod my head towards Dream, "Went on and on about how this guy will never like you and how beautiful and kind he is. Didn't catch his name though. Wait.....does this mean that you're gay? Or bi? Or pan?"

Dream and Zak share a look. It seems to me that they're having a silent conversation that I am excluded from. Probably because I am. After a minute or two of me standing there awkwardly and Dream and Zak having a silent conversation, it seems that they have come to a conclusion.

Dream sighs and looks over to me. "Yes, I do like a guy. And I'm gay. Zak knows who I like but I'm not going to tell you." He sees my hurt face and hurries to explain. "It's not that I don't trust you. I do. But, you aren't the best at keeping secrets. And you have emotional tells. I'm sorry." 

I sigh but I know that he's right. "Wait!" I quickly exclaim as he turns to head back upstairs. "Why did you look so hurt when George left the room after you said that the best part of yesterday was meeting him?" 

Zak has a look of surprise before quickly covering for Dream. "No reason. He was uh just remembering something else."

But I've known Zak for so long that I can tell when he's lying and not. I look into his eyes and sure enough, he has that shifty look. Dream shoots Zak a grateful look before exiting the room, leaving an uncomfortable silence behind

Zak coughs. "So, uh, how'd you sleep?" 

I reply, "Not very good, I had a nightmare."

Zak frowns and steps forward to give me a hug. His tiny arms wrap around my waist and my stomach flutters. "I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head no, given that my nightmare was about Tyler hurting him. Zak squeezes my waist, causing even more butterflies before letting go and returning to his coffee.

Zak asks, "So what do you want to do today?"

I chew on my lip and think. "Maybe we could....go to the pool today?"

Zak smiles and I swear, his whole face lights up. "Great idea! That sounds like fun!"

I blush a little, glad that I made Zak smile that bright. Zak sees my blushing and smirks, scooting closer to me. When he speaks, it comes out more like a lover's whisper. "Awweee, am I making you blush?"

The muffinhead has the nerve to wink at me before he scoots even closer, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me back against his body. I feel lightheaded from how close I am to him.

Zak has to stand on his tiptoes just to rest his head on my shoulders. Then Zak starts to tickle me. 

"Z-zak please stop y-you muffinhead." I sputter.

Zak just shoots me a smirk and continues until I decide to take matters into my own hands. 

I turn around and grab his wrists and push. "That was not nice, you understand you muffin?" I scold him.

Zak nods but his face is red. It takes me a minute to figure out why. Zak is pushed up against a wall, me pinning his wrists above his head.

Instead of turning into my normal blushing state (even though I am blushing), I choose to give myself a chance.

I step closer and pin his wrists into the wall harder. This elects a small gasp from the younger boy. Then, I decide to do something that I hope I won't regret.

I step closer and press my lips against Zak's.

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