Don't Let Go Of Me

Chapter 9

It was raining heavily as dream parked the car in the driveway and walked up the way to their house. Dark clouds filled the sky over him, in the distance faint signs of thunder and lightning.

He felt awful to say the least. For the last hours he had been sitting in the rain at a closed parking lot, overthinking everything that had slipped his lips before. Why did he react the way he did? Of course there was it again, that dark liquid that blurred his senses. Everything turned into one big mush, spilling into every crack and making him feel like he was suffocating on his own emotions.

For fucks sake, why couldn't he even deal with his emotions properly? No, he was left with nothing. Small tears were spilling down his cheeks but hey, how was anybody supposed to see this fact in the rain? Everything was just too much at the moment, feelings going nuts inside his brain.

The house was dark, not a single light was on, but what was he expecting? After his scene they clearly didnt wait or look for him. George was probably pissed off and he didnt even want to get started on sapnap. Both probably got better things to do than look for a fuck up like him.

The man's hand was shaking as he fished the keys out of his drenched pocket, unlocking the door at his fifth try or so. Inside it was quiet, way too quiet. No greeting, no giggling or even noises of a movie in the living room close by. Why did this house suddenly seem so abandoned? As if someone stripped it of any kind of feelings.

"Dream?"

His head snapped around faster than he planned and a quiet crack echoed off the hallway walls. Nick was standing at the end of the stairs, clothed in one of clay's big hoodies and with bedroom hair. Did he wake him up with his door opening attempts?

"Mhm"

More than a hum was out of his range of possibilities if he didnt want to break down in front of his childhood friend right now. Again. So Dream just hummed and stood there like some kind of furniture, unsure about how to approach this situation.

"You are dripping wet."

He knew that himself but didnt make a move to do anything about it. Nick on the other had moved from the foot of the stairs to now stand right in front of the other, looking up with worried eyes. Single tears where still dripping down onto the floor, although it also could have been his drenched blond locks.

"Come on you big baby, let's get you dry again."

And so he was pulled down the hallways by his hand and into the bathroom. Finally he started to realized just how drenched and cold he was feeling, like all life had been sucked out of him at once.

"Would you like a bath? Don't want you to get sick, sick you is even more troublesome then you are normally."

Another hum escaped his throat and he sat down at the edge of the tub with a wet sound.

"Dream look, I don't have a problem with what you did, I just would like to be told if I had my first kiss or not."

And with that it hit Dream. Nicks first kiss. He never had it.. Did he really take it? But it wasn't more than a peck so, did that even count as a real thing? The normal pecks they do never counted either so..

"It was only a peck.. No real thing. So if you want you can go and have your first kiss, what I did doesn't count."

"I already had my first kiss."

"Sap but I just said it didnt coun-"

"I know."

Clay's head shot around once again to analyze Nicks face for any kind of clues what the fuck had happened. All he got was a small smile tho and the mans ears turning a tulip shade of red.