Endless Flirting - Dreamnap

Chapter Two: Sunday Dinners

Dream tears off his sweatshirt and discards it to the side, leaving it to be picked up later when he's in the mood to maintain a clean room.

He cards through his closet, searching for a shirt to wear. Preferably, the ideal shirt would be one he hasn't worn in awhile, as well as one that looks presentable enough for a quaint dinner at Sapnap's.

It was a tradition for Dream's family to go over to Sapnap's for Sunday dinner, and enjoy whatever meal Ashley had whipped up that night. It had always been one of Dream's favorite things, and even though Sapnap pretends it's dumb, Dream knows he secretly enjoyed the occasion as well.

It was good for everyone. There was casual conversations at the beginning, that slowly led to gossip - that Dream tried to resist indulging in, but middle-aged mom drama was always the best, no matter who you are - and eventually the night ended with three slightly tipsy mothers, a dad trying his best to get his wife to leave, and two kids debating whether or not they should request a sleepover.

Nothing about Sunday nights were boring, and although it brought the distaste of an earlier bedtime and school the next morning, it often brought an absurd amount of enjoyment for both families.

Dream eventually found one of his sweaters that had been folded and shoved to the back of his dresser drawer. It wasn't exactly the weather to be wearing a sweater, seeing as Summer was nearing and Florida always seemed to feel as if it were Hell on earth, smoldering heat always radiating through the air, but it was one of Dream's favorites, and he hadn't worn it in ages.

He threw on the sweater, eventually finding a pair of lighter jeans to match, and began working on his hair. It was far less than tame, sticking up and out, tousled after a day in bed, doing nothing but gaming. It had gotten long, Dream having resisted cutting it for months. His dad didn't much like it, claiming it was in his face too often and simply got in the way, but Sapnap loved it.

Anyone else may find it odd that Dream wouldn't cut his hair for months, just to please his best friend, who he wasn't at all romantically involved with, but Dream found it to be a necessary adjustment. When Sapnap played with his hair, it was enjoyable for both of them and it normally created an incredibly calm atmosphere and Dream adored it.

Dream ran a comb through his hair, it getting stuck multiple times before his hair was finally 'styled' as he pleased. (Styled meaning that it was slightly less knotted than when he had rolled out of bed earlier that afternoon.)

A knock at the door drew him across the room, rushing to greet whoever was waiting on the other side. To his surprise, it was his dad, who was dressed nicer than usual, a plain button up shirt fitted to his body, unbuttoned slightly at the top.

His dad appeared young, despite being in his late 40s'. He was quite muscular, his abs distinct in nearly any outfit. It came with the package of owning his own fitness center; he always had time to spend on working out.

"You ready?" His dad asked, still working on tucking his shirt into his jeans, "Your mom needs some help with the tupperware. She can't close it or something."

Dream let out a disappointed sigh. His mother did this every single Sunday.

She had bought the cheapest tupperware in the store and only the gods knows why. They were fairly well off, always seeming to splurge on household items. Apparently, food storage wasn't on that list.

The containers never snapped shut, getting stuck and not closing all the way. Dream was usually strong enough to get the lid to stay, at least until they arrived at the neighbor's, but it didn't always work out.

Dream slipped past his dad, shuffling his socks across the carpet, listening intently to the static noise it made. He basically ran down the stairs, nearly slipping as his socks met the hardwood beyond the second story.