nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

dinner

SUNDAY:

When I wake up, I can hear Niki's humming from downstairs. I trudge down the stairs, still groggy from sleep, and a bit confused about what's happening. I round the corner and my eyes widen at the number of bowls, cups, and ingredients fill the counter.

"What?!" I nearly gasp and Niki immediately turns, smiling widely. "Good morning! I made pancakes, they're on the dining table." "What is this?" I point to the mess and Niki laughs. 

"Oh, I'm inviting someone over for dinner." "Who?" I ask, immediately feeling self-conscious. "Dream." She replies casually and I actually screech. Well, I didn't really screech, more of a little squeak, but still. 

Niki looks at me. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. It's just a little thank-you dinner for what he did for me yesterday." I only nod, my entire skin crawling. "So he's coming over here... for dinner?" I ask, trying to get her confirmation.

"Yeah! He's coming at 5:00 pm. I think he'll stay to stream with me." I squeaked again, eyes widening. Staying to stream after dinner? Fuck no.

"Look, you won't have to talk to him for that long. Just survive through dinner, and you can retreat to your room and read or something." Niki tries to explain and I sigh, trying to seem happier than how I actually feel.

"Okay, fine." I reluctantly agree and Niki smiles. "Great! Could you hand me the spices?" I head to the cabinet, grabbing what she needs before heading back towards my room with my pancakes in hand.

When I shut the door, I scream into my pillows, laying there. It feels like I'm suffocating myself so I pick my head up tiredly. I decide to get ready, wearing black-boxed jeans and a white tank top, throwing on my favorite black graphic jacket.

I add chains and rings before doing my makeup. I add eyeliner and mascara, before highlighting my nose and adding blush. When I'm finished, I head downstairs, seeing Niki in her garden.

I take a look at the food, seeing something baking inside the oven, and cookies already baked. They're sitting on a plate next to the stove and the mess is mostly cleaned up. I decide to help her, getting it finished within 5 minutes.

I head back to my room, nervousness gnawing at me. I check at the time. 11:00 am. Okay, I have around 6 hours before I really have to start worrying. I should just read a book, or play some games, or head back out to the bridge...

But by the time 2:00 pm rolls in, I haven't done anything except nervously pacing around my room or in the backyard, trying to calm myself down. There's nothing wrong with him coming to dinner, right? I mean, he's been here multiple times. Hell, I've even been alone with him.

So why am I so nervous? I try to shake myself, to try and knock some sort of sense into me, but it doesn't work. I sigh as I pace around my room for the almost 40th time, which I counted. I've also tried rearranging my room, which didn't go so well.

I've somehow managed to rearrange my dresser and half of my closet, and it took 20 minutes to do both. I feel like crying. I couldn't bear thinking about sitting at the small dining table, awkwardly chatting as we occasionally eat.

I couldn't bear thinking about how we would even fit 3 people at the table, and if we had to somehow cram everyone, I didn't want to think about if Dream would sit next to me, or if his knee was going to touch mine.

Thinking about his physical touch made me shiver and I immediately cleared my head. I finally sit at my desk, loading up Minecraft and trying to distract myself by playing bedwars. It actually works, distracting me for 2 more hours.

When 4:00 pm rolls in, I'm still lost in bedwars until I check the time. I immediately close Minecraft, starting my second freaking out phase all over again. I head back to the kitchen, seeing Niki bring in another table, connecting it with our dining table.