nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

honest with me

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WEDNESDAY:

10:06 am...

Elias's eyes briefly close before reopening. The words ring out in my head, and he removes his hand. "Why didn't you just... tell me?" He asks and I look at him, the feeling of anger replacing my previous emotions.

"I don't need to tell you everything Elias. With your little sleepover party yesterday with Dream, it's clear that you learned a lot about me." I snap and Elias leans back a bit. "I didn't learn everything about you-." He tries and I shake my head.

"You learned about my past Eli. The past that I desperately tried to leave behind." I then take a breath. "There is a reason why I let you talk about your high school days so carefreely without interrupting." Elias takes a moment to react, his gaze a bit confused.

"In my opinion, that's badass. Drinking with your friends and getting caught? My friends did that all the time, and-." I stand up abruptly, fury coursing through my blood. "It's not fucking 'badass.' I didn't have it the way your friends did. I didn't have people slapping my back when I returned to school and I sure as hell didn't have friends to talk about it with."

I take a harsh drink of my coffee, before throwing it into the trashcan. The thud echoes throughout the room and Elias stands, his eyebrows furrowed. "I didn't mean it like that, I swear. I just wanted you to be honest with me for once. If I had known that the guy you were talking about was Clay, I would have stood him up yesterday."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to calm myself down. "You can't just say that, Eli. Your Dream is different from my Dream." Saying the words out loud sounded odd as if I was claiming Dream as mine. But the thought of someone else calling Dream theirs was disgusting to me for some reason, a reason I can't quite explain.

"Why do you call him Dream? Look, I know that he's a YouTuber or whatever, but you can just call him by his real name. You know him in real life." Elias's words keep pushing every nerve that I didn't know exist, and I feel my face scrunch up in a vile look.

"I don't call him by his name because he's not who I know anymore. He's changed, and I've changed." I feel the world spinning underneath my feet, and I have to lean into the table to stop myself from falling.

Elias's eyebrows stop furrowing and he lets out a tense sigh. "Are you saying that you don't know who 'Clay' is anymore?" I wait a few seconds before nodding. "As far as I'm concerned, he's Dream to me. I'm not ready to call him Clay yet." 

The silence between us grows with every second, and Elias sighs. "Look, I'm sorry for your drama with Clay and shit, but don't get mad at me. I know nothing about you and Clay." I let out a tense breath, realizing that he's right.

"But you don't get to get 'annoyed' at me because I didn't tell you about Dream and I. It's none of your business. Besides, if it was really only one question, which I highly doubt it was, then why let him continue?" I watch as Elias stammers for an answer, unable to say something.

"It's fine that you wanted to know more about me, but ask me instead. Not him." I huff and open the door, going back to the front to take the lunch sign off. Immediately, a group of teenagers waiting outside rushes in, giving me odd looks, probably wondering why I'm having lunch right now.

I don't see Elias coming out any time soon, so I handle the customers for the next 15 minutes. When the last of the bunch left, I check inside the break room really quickly. Elias is talking to someone, clearly stressed, so I leave him alone.

I wait a few more minutes before he comes out. It's clear that he's annoyed and tired. I decide to not bother talking to him unless he talks to me. He goes to his register, pretending like I'm not there. I try my best to not act confused, but when I see the group of ladies come in, I feel dread growing in my stomach.