The Butterfly Effect//DreamNotFound AU

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I close the door behind me, kicking my shoes off at the door.

"Honey! How was school?" My Mum shouted from the kitchen. I decided to make my way over there, it's polite to be face to face with someone when speaking.

My Dad was sat on the table, just reading a book; Couldn't really tell what book, but it looked quite thick, maybe 700 pages?

Mum was pouring some boiled water into her mug, soon adding sugar and milk. Probably making tea.

"It was good Mum, thanks for asking. Also, may I have a tea as well please?" I had a long day okay? A tea is good to have at the end of a stressful day. That's a lie, it wasn't that stressful, school is easy, but you can't blame me for wanting a tea! And no, it isn't just because i'm British before you say it.

"Of course dear. Little bit of milk, two sugars correct?" She asks, I nod as a reply and she proceeds to get another cup out and pours more water into it.

"Did you make many friends?" Should I tell her about all of the people who came up to me?

"I made a few yeah, everyone is very nice there." Pure lies, most of them just wanna fuck me in the end, yay.

"Oo, hopefully you'll bring some over for tea soon!" She said as she passed me a hot cup of tea, I accepted it with a small 'thanks' and took a sip.

"Right, ima head up to my room, home work and all." I giggled nervously at my own lie.

My parents waved me off, so I ran upstairs and entered my all to familiar room.

The nice smell of vanilla filled my nose as soon as I entered, the scent coming from a neatly placed pink candle on my windowsill. The windowsill was large, enough room for a couple pillows and for two people to sit on it, not that anyone else had anyway; it had large, vintage glass pains and flower vines could be seen cascading down the side of the house. I turned my attention away from that to my bed, my king sized bed with a tall frame and bedside tables beside it. One had a lamp, book and pen on it, the other had a stack of his favourite reading books that he could get stuck into from time to time.

It's quite plain if you ask me, but I'm redecorating it very soon so that doesn't really matter.

I place my tea on one of my bedside tables, plonking myself down on my soft covers. I slip my phone out from my pocket and open Spotify, selecting my jam playlist and setting the phone to the side.

I like listening to music after a long day, it helps me think.

I made lots of good friends for starters; Dream, Sapnap, Bad, Karl. Wait, how many people even asked me in the first place? 15? Not including the people already listed as well. That's a lot, to the point where it could be considered creepy. They seemed to have good intentions though... at least most of them.

I mean, it ain't hard to turn them down, everyone will have asked soon enough, it'll end soon.

People will stop asking for my number, to hang out, to sit with them at lunch soon enough.

Wait, hold up.

Dream and Sapnap said I was going to sit with them at lunch tomorrow...

Well fuck, there's my plans out the window.

A short breath came out of me at the thought, a sigh shall I say.

Maybe I can still listen to my music outside, depends on if they would want to speak to me or not. I know they are kind and fun to be around, but I like to my thing every now and then; You can agree with me on that at least?