"I have been set so that song can no longer be played...Nick, this is the 200th time you have listened to this song this week alone. You have reached your limited time. Find a new song. Love Sav and Dream."
"Dream, Savannah, WHAT THE FUCK!"
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- Real Life !
"Sapnap-"
"No,"
"Huh? How do you even know what I am about to say?" Savannah asked the young adult who was lying on the fluffy floor of the living room.
"It wasn't that, Sav," Sapnap acknowledged as he got up from his position on the ground to sit next to Savannah on the couch. Far enough that they were nowhere close to touching but close enough so that it wasn't awkward to talk. "I told you, you can call me Nick when we aren't on stream. I prefer it. I promise."
He smiled at her in an encouraging matter, which she returned before going back to looking at the small clock, its hands ticking away as she allowed her mind to wonder. Without even realizing it, she was fiddling with her hands aggressively.
Cracking each finger, drawing circles on the tips of her hands, starting from the pinky and leading down to her thumb, applying pressure to the veins that ran from her arm and up the back of her hand. Just anything and everything to occupy a small part of her mind as she allowed herself to zone out, centering her state of mind.
Soon she was slowly rocking back and forth when playing with her fingers wasn't enough.
The slow rhythm of moving in this pattern, again, went unnoticed by the girl.
Maybe it was her routines suddenly being spoiled from the trip down to Orlando, or perhaps it was the fact Dean had not texted her or Dream back in two days, eleven hours, twenty-two minutes, and ten seconds, but whatever it was, was eating away at Savannah's brain.
Something needed to change and fast.
Nick, clearly worried about this sudden behavior, tried to help Savannah direct her attention to something other than her mind, but his calls to her were unresponsive; the icepack that he placed on the back of her neck was ignored.
No matter what he tried to do, besides touching her because of one of her most significant rules, it failed terribly.
He would call Clay, but he was streaming a manhunt video with Callahan, BadBoyHalo, George, and Antfrost.
"Fuck fuck fuck, okay. I got this. I can't help her if I am also freaking out. " Nick tried convincing himself. "Okay, Savannah, please don't freak out . . . "
A sudden splash of cold water sent chills down Savannah's back, forcing her to look away from the clock.
Nike stood sheepishly holding a now empty cup with a nervous look on his face, "I am sorry, but-"
