Silk Touch | dreamwastaken

Chapter 34:

3 WEEKS AFTER:

i snap out of the haze that i'm in, rubbing my tired eyes. i can hear tommy and tubbo's victorious cheers. "y/u! y/u! did you see that??" tommy exclaims and i hum. "what-? oh yeah! good job." i mumble out, stifling a yawn. i check the time and see that it's almost 10:00 am. 

i nearly fall asleep again when the two fall quiet in concentration. after 10 minutes of struggling to stay awake, i finally leave and say goodbye to the pair as they continue their gaming. i stretch in my chair, sighing as i feel my eyelids fall again.

i'm about to doze off when my phone suddenly rings. i jolt awake and go to check the caller. it's clay. i immediately accept and he greets me. "hi!" "hi, hello- hi." i stammer, waiting anxiously. "that excited to hear my voice?" he asks me, in a teasing tone. "no- well, yeah but-." he cuts me off by laughing. "if you were wondering, no they haven't called." my heart sinks and i sigh.

"oh... okay." clay hums, almost soothingly. "it's okay y/n, sheriff park promised to call us when they have an accurate date for the trial." i let out a low noise and i rub my forehead. "i just want to get a good date so that i'm prepared." "i know you do... all we can do is just wait."

i don't answer because i'm about to close my eyes again and clay sighs. "did you pull an all nighter? i saw you were online at like 4:00 am today." "3 all-nighters." i groan out as i snap back into conciousness. clay lets out a low whistle and i sigh. "this whole trial thing is so tiring. i just want poppy to get her justice." 

clay hums in agreement. "i agree..." i move to my bed, almost falling asleep on my feet, and i snuggle into my blankets. "goodnight clay." i murmur as i fall into a soft doze. "goodnight." then, the call clicks off and i'm left with silence.

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the sound of a chair swiveling awakens me, and i look to my phone to see that it's 5:30 pm. did i really sleep for that long? i glance around, my eyes adjusting to the light. i see a figure sitting at my desk, buried into their phone. i widen my eyes and i scramble backwards, running my hand through my hair.

the figure looks up and i see bright blue eyes. not green, blue. i hold my breath and the figure laughs. "pulled 3 all-nighters just because of the trial... that's impressive." lucas asks me. is this a dream or is he actually in my house? i blink my eyes multiple times.

lucas frowns and he heads closer to me. "what's wrong?" i let out a small whimper and i'm about to slap him when he grabs my hand, stopping me. i close my eyes and when i reopen them, he's gone. instead, he's replaced with clay, who's looking at me with concerned and surprised eyes.

"wha- clay?" i breathe out, lowering my hand. he glances at my hand before back at me. "are you okay?" he asks me and i don't answer him, thinking about the fact that i was about to slap him. when i look back at him, his eyes have shifted into slight hurt.

"i-..." i start but i don't finish it, unable to process a sentence. clay backs off just a bit, giving me space to reposition myself. clay rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as i stare at my hand, trying to remember what had happened. "you almost slapped me." clay states quietly and i glance at him. "i- no, no, i wasn't- that was just... i was scared and..." i can't stop stuttering and he looks at me with a confused look.

"scared? scared of what?" he asks me and i clear my throat. "scared of him." i manage to spit out and i watch as he looks away for a second before back at me. "who's him?" "clay i- i didn't mean to try to do that to you, i swear." i apologize and clay doesn't look too convinced.

"who's him y/n?" "him! him- lucas, that's who!" i manage to finally say and clay furrows his brow. "lucas?" "yes lucas! i thought you were him and i- i got scared..." clay scoffs, almost jokingly before looking back at me. "you thought i was lucas? we look nothing alike!" i almost wince at his tone but i keep my composure.