A misclick

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//Well well...I'm back with the next chapter. I just the a blueprint of the important plot points up to come, and I realized I have at least five more chapters to do. So I'm not going anywhere. Cw for mature language. About 1500 words...also THANKS SO SO SO MUCH FOR YOUR COMMENTS AND VOTES THEY'RE SO FUNNY AND I APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE ONE I LOVE YOU MWAH.//
His sweats were so large on me, making me feel more comfortable in my body, one of the things I've always sucked at. I was walking around his room, waiting for him to get out of the shower, when his PC caught my eye. It was...massive. I've noticed it since I've entered the room, but didn't pay much attention to it. He had three identical curved monitors aligned perfectly, a white keyboard that was shining turquoise RGB flashes...but the piece of resistance was the pc itself. It had white led's inside, and the pieces (extremely expensive ones) were all perfectly cleaned and put together.

The temptation took over me, so I sat down in his chair and turned it on. I thought about all the power I had. I was on Dream's PC, in Dream's bedroom, after I just made out with him, dressed in Dream's clothes, while Dream himself was taking a shower three walls away. Damn. If you would've told me like 7 months ago that this is going to happen, I would've thought you're insane.

I wake up from my daydreaming, and I decide to play some minecraft.

I'm spooked by the amount of creative worlds he has saved, but I leave the singleplayer option and decide to walk around the SMP. I didn't even get to reach the old L'manburg in my little tour, because Clay gets out of the bathroom after centuries. I don't even look at him, since I was too involved in seeing the server from his POV. He comes next to the chair, and puts his arms around my shoulders, resting his head on the chair's backrest, without bothering my game. He doesn't even say a word, just hugs me tight and rests his chin on my shoulders. Suddenly, he pulls away and stands still. He then starts pulling the chair.

'What the fuck are you doing, Clay?'
'Stand up.'
'What?'
'Stand up.'

I listen to him, and stand up. He sits in my place, and then grabs my waist and places me on his lap. Oh. This is nice. He takes over the controls, as I just lay back on his chest and watch him play. I'm getting sleepier and sleepier. All those hours spent in the plane...a true pain in the ass. I hear Clay stop playing, as he looks down at me. He starts playing with my curls once again, before lowering his face so he can whisper into my ear. 'Y/nnnn...are you asleep?' 'Hm?' I hum, making more of a tired squeak. 'Let's go to bed, shall we?' 'Mhm.' Even though I agree, I don't move a muscle. Clay notices that, and picks me up. I am definitely awake now.

I look up, to see him carrying me carefully in his bed. He puts me down, and starts caressing my cheek. I look into his eyes, and he looks into mine. 'You know...I always knew your eyes were pretty. But I've never thought they would be this pretty in person.' 'Really?' 'Yeah.'

I smile at him, and he smiles back. He then gets in the bed, next to me. He starts playing with my hair, and I try to fall asleep, but I feel another insomnia episode kicking in. I won't be able to drift off anytime soon. I fee Clay still playing with my hair, and I turn around. He takes his hand back, and looks me in the eyes with a questioning look. 'uh...Clay...my insomnia is kicking in. I don't think I can fall asleep.'

He smiles.

'So? I will stay up until I'm sure that you are peacefully asleep.' 'No, don't. It's like 2 am or something...I think I should just go to my room.'

He grabs me from the back and rests his head on my collarbone.

'Please don't.' he whispers, hiding from the world between my shoulders. I cuddle closer to him, and I whisper back.

'Okay. I'll stay.'

I hear him smiling.

'Okay.' he has the same weak whisper.

'Okay.'

'Okay.'

'Okay.'

'Okay.'

We keep on whispering "okay" to each other, playing a little kind of game. I'm convinced not to lose. But, as we keep on going, my eyelids get closer and closer to each other, and I start losing consciousness.

'Okay.' he goes, his voice being a little raspy but caring.

'Oh-kay'. I sigh, on the verge of falling asleep.

'Okay.'

'Oh-' I manage to say, before I fully drift off into a deep sleep, being protected by Dream's arms, felling his body's warmth.

-Next morning-

My eyes slowly open, as I look around to understand where I am. I remember of last night, of how Clay acted the softest I've ever seen him. I start blushing. I sit on the bed, resting my head on the headboard, wondering where the blonde boy is. And just like that, as an answer to my question, he comes out of his bathroom. He was still wearing his sweatpants, but had no shirt on.

'Oh God-' I say, before I grab the blanket and throw it on my head.

I hear him cackling, before he sits on the bed. I feel him trying to take the blanket away from me. 'Common, Y/n. Don't be scared.' 'I'm not-' He takes the blanket away finally, as I'm standing against his headboard, blushing intensely. He's on his elbows looking at me with a kind of cocky smile.

'Am I intimidating you, Y/n?' I snort out a laugh, while my eyes slide towards his abs. Jesus. His defined body was basically attracting my glare, being unable to take my eyes off him.

'You like it, don't you, huh?' I look at him, trying to act cool. 'No, bitch. It's just your ego. It's like in another universe  right now. You need to be humbled.' 'You're such a stubborn little girl, aren't you?' I start blushing again, at his attitude. I can't decide if I like softie Dream or horny Dream more, but they're both cool.

I lean forward a little, and I trace lines with my fingers over his defined abs. I know he likes it too. He leans in for a short kiss, not so passionate, before he pulls away, and I go and rest my head on his shoulder. He rubs my scalp softly, comforting me.

'Y/nnnnn...we gotta go eat. Breakfast is probably ready.' 'Okay.' I reply, not moving a muscle from his embrace. He cakcles. 'Common, little one.' I wanna show you something nice afterwards.' I flinch, holding in my laugh. I look uo to him, and I see him frowning, trying to understand why I'm grinning.

Suddenly, the realization moment kicks in. 'KEHEEEEEEEEEEEE...' he wheezes, gasping desperately for air. 'N-no...didn't mean it like that, Y/n. I really wanna show you something cool.' I cackle. I pull away softly, as he helps me get up, and we're heading together down the stairs.

As we get down, we see everybody staring at us. They're all there. Our friends, Drista, Clays parents...his mother specifically throwing me shameful looks. They're all waiting for some explanation from us, and we just stare at them back.

'Uh....good morning?' Clay says, acting like absolutely nothing is wrong. I see Wilbur looking at me with a questioning stare. He then changes his glare completely, smiling at me.

'Y/n! You woke up! Good morning! I'm sorry I turned off your alarms, you were sleeping way too peacefully.' I look at him with a perplexed look, but I quickly understand what he's doing. 'Oh don't worry, Will. I slept like a baby.'

Wilbur then looks at Clay. 'Thanks so much for bringing her to our room last night, when she fell asleep. She didn't even wake up until the next day.'
Clay smiles, and nods his head. As the dialogue ends, I resist the urge to jump in Wilbur's arms and thank him for saving us. But then I remember. Drista.

I look at her, and she catches my glare. She bites her lower lip, making the fuck boy move. She's seated one empty chair away from Wilbur, so I leave Clay and sit between them. She leans in, to whisper into my ear. 'Momma ain't raised no snitch, Y/n.' 'The same momma who almost killed me with just her glare?' She bursts into a laugh. 'Yeah. Dreamie is a momma's boy, and you will see the consequences to that by yourself.' Haven't I already?

Wilbur grabs me by the shoulders, whispering into my ear as well. 'Close call.' 'Dude you fucking saved me.' 'Don't worry. But you owe me an in-detail story. I wanna know everything.' I nod, and get to eating.