childish traditions - sapwasfound

ew morning 🥶🙄

Sapnap awoke to the sound of coughing. He annoyedly looked up to see Dream, coughing. Wow. What did you expect.

"What the hell?" He muttered grogily. The blonde lifted his head in surprise at the sudden noise.

"Sorry. Hair got caught in my mouth." Sapnap rolled his eyes and squinted at the curtains, which illuminated zero light.

"It's like fuckin...mm.... four am or some shit," Sapnap mumbled and scooted into Dream's side. "Go to bed."

"It's.. literally 8 am." Sapnap's eyes shot open and he lunged over Dream to grab his phone. It was, indeed, 08:02. 4 minutes to the typical UK winter sunrise.

"What." He stated. Not asked, just stated. His tone was laced with utter annoyance at the fact that it was so dark out so late. Or early.

Sapnap was never a morning person, usually getting up at 10 or later. Dream, however, always had an alarm set for mornings at 7-8, getting up at 9 the latest. Sapnap both loved and hated those mornings where he'd be asleep in bed with Patches, snoring away in his cold, Florida room only to be jolted awake by a different song every morning.

Sapnap's flashbacks were interrupted by the feeling of Dream's eyes on him. He turned his head to the side from where he laid, making tired eye contact that would soon wake him up. It was painful, not in an awkward way, but in a way that made Sapnap's throat burn because he kept holding his breath. Sapnap internally yelled, begged himself to stop looking into his eyes. It was too early for this. Eventually, he obliged.

He tore away his eyes first, sitting up and stretching. He could still feel Dream's eyes on him, still silently watching him. He mentally cursed at himself. 'God dammit, it's too early for this crap.' He repeated and ruffled his hair before scooping up his toiletry bag from the duffle that sat by the desk, and silently darting for the bathroom.

Eye contact. Something Sapnap loathed.  It made him feel too open, like the person who looked into them could see or read every thought he had like it was splayed over his eyes like text on a screen. This wasn't the first time he'd had a long, too intimate for comfort moment with Dream. Hell, when he was visiting Karl's house he'd find himself following Karl as he was retracting from a hug, or from cuddling (platonically?). He found it silly to admit, but he did have a small crush on Karl. But it was nothing more than that, a small crush. Karl was his best friend, and was already infatuated with someone else. If asked what Sapnap's type was, he'd definitely say someone like Karl, but... there was just something missing that stopped him from loving Karl. He needed something more.

Sapnap rolled his eyes at his reflection, as if he was a reader to the stupid fan-fictions that were his thoughts. He brushed his teeth and while brushing, he let his mind revisit the prodding thoughts. He thought back to the previous weeks he'd been visiting George alone. George was not an emotionally open person, getting words of approval out of him was a large hassle. But surprisingly, he was physically affectionate. While awkward at first, the boys eventually got closer. It started with apologising whenever they'd brush hands getting popcorn, to sharing drinks and pressing up against each other on the couch, to sharing the bed some nights when they felt much too lonely for their own good. They'd exchange random hugs throughout the day, share bites of food Sapnap would make, exchange hoodies or shirts if they were doing laundry, it was euphoric to the texan. After getting a taste of that kind of casual interaction he didn't want to let it go.

His eyes met his reflections, and he lazily dropped the toothbrush from his mouth.

'It feels so different doing those things with George and Dream than Karl.. Maybe... I like Karl more than a crush?'