Absolutely, 100%, completely, not allowed. (Dream x Reader)

Chapter 30 - Protective, if anything

Terra hurried down the stairs, the bowl of pasta clutched in her hands. When she got to the bottom of the steps, she dropped the bowl in a clatter on the kitchen table. All she wanted to do was say hello to her brother...not...walk in on him making out with his friend's sister. Talk about fucked up. She huffed out a breath and plopped onto the recliner closest to her.

"He didn't want food?" Nick asked her from the other couch, where he sat sprawled out, phone in one hand, fork in the other. George was sitting next to him, eating as well.

"Nope." Terra said sharply. Her eyes avoided Nick's and George's, who were staring at her curiously.

"That's strange." George commented. "He said he was hungry when we were streaming."

The teenager shrugged and brushed her hair behind her ears. "Not anymore."

"What do you mean?" Nick asked.

"I don't know." Terra said sharply. "I guess he's busy."

"Busy?" The Texan mused. "What do you mean by that, Ter?"

"I mean I don't know. Also, don't call me that, idiot." She snapped.

Nick cocked his head in amusement at his friend's younger sister who was attempting to beat him in his own game of sass, but ultimately decided that whatever was going on upstairs was more interesting.

He put his fork back into the bowl and stood up. "I'm going to go investigate."

"Don't-"

"Don't?" He turned his head toward the 14 year old, eyebrows raised. "Don't go up there? Why not? Did you see something?"

"I saw nothing."

"Then why'd you say 'don't?"

She closed her mouth and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. "I warned you."

George decided that whatever was going on upstairs was not his problem and continued eating while scrolling Twitter. Nick climbed the many stairs up to the second floor and paused at the door to Clay's recording room. He silently put his ear against the door and heard faint speaking. He lifted his hand to the knob and tried to open the door, but found that it was locked.

"Oh?" He said to himself. He shook the knob violently, shouting through the door, "There better not be sinning going on behind this door!"

There was a slight amount of rustling on the other side, and then a moment later, the door opened.

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You flinched from your comfortable seat atop Clay's lap when the doorknob began shaking, and then jumped out of your skin when you heard Nick's voice on the other side of the door.

"There better not be sinning going on behind his door!"

You sent a tired look at Clay and awkwardly maneuvered yourself from his lap. He rolled his eyes back, but gave you a reassuring smile that made you feel a bit better.

He switched the lock off and swung the door open, staring at Nick expectantly. You were adjusting your shirt when your eyes locked with Nick's.

"So, my suspicions were correct."

"Yes, and?" Clay nodded, already unamused.

"You're really leaving the boys hanging to fuck around-"

"Hey, no." You watched Clay's eyes narrow-was that anger? He lowered his voice, tone suddenly serious. "We don't...get a lot of time together."

"I get it. I do. Next time, fuckin' invite me or something. I was stuck with George, downstairs-"