A misclick

Gone.

TW!! ANGST Im currently watching George's stream so I can tell I ain't gonna finish this chapter today because I have adhd (yes i do use it as an excuse for getting distracted by literally anything). Anyhow, sorry for how inactive I am on this fic, but I'm trying my best to use the best writing and that takes a while :). Around 1800 words! Enjoy <3

We were back home. It was around 9 pm and we had just returned from the beach. As we step into the living room, we're encountered by Wilbur laying on the couch and watching Animal Planet, Niki and Drista playing some new game on their phones, and Quackity reading a random magazine next to Will. Me and Clay were absolutely drained of any power, but still, the people in the room didn't give us a break from the explanations we owed. Drista coughs in a suggestive way, while raising an eyebrow at us, while Niki and Wilbur look at each other and start grinning.

'Where were you two?' the teenage girl says, giving us a look that reminds me a little too much of Dream's mom. 'You've been missing all day.' I look at her, not knowing exactly what to answer, and not knowing exactly whether I owe her any kind of explanation. I look at Clay, who clears his throat and doesn't let out amy trace of nervousness.

'At the mall. We went at the mall.'
'What mall?'
'The Florida Mall.'
'What stores did you visit?'
'Build a bear, Hot topic (a/n feeling emo), Morphe and then we just walked around the mall.'
'Did you buy anything?' '
Yes.'
'What?'
'A make-up palette for Y/n.'
'How much was it?'
'39.99'
'And where's the palette now?'
'In the car.'

I'm completely dazed by the speed that these two had a dialogue with. I'm surprised by how Dream didn't stutter one bit when he improvised that entire story. Surprising, what can I say. Not that I'd let him know or anything. I move my glance towards Quackity, thinking about what happened earlier today. I catch him looking at me, but he glares into another direction as soon as he notices that. Well...dammit.

Me and Dream went upstairs to change into comfier clothes, since our normal ones still had sand on them. He was in the bathroom, taking a shower when his phone, left on the bed, starts buzzing. I don't even look at the contact name, and take it, heading towards the bathroom. I knock on the door.

'Clay, someone's calling you.'

'Can you answer for me please? It shouldn't be anyone on the business side.'

'Okay.' I finally look at the screen, and see the name "sheila" displayed on it. I don't hesitate, and pick up. The girl on the other side doesn't even wait for me to say anything, but starts rambling out of nowhere.

'Hey Clay! I'm sorry I'm calling you now, I know how weird this whole thing might be. Listen, I know it's been your birthday and I haven't even called you, that was an asshole move from me, I'm sorry. But I wanted to ask you, would you be down to meet at some point and discuss things again? Maybe give it another shot? I love you babe, I really do. Please say yes. Please hubby, say yes.'

I'm stuck. The cogs of my thoughts are racing, while I'm trying to figure out what is going on. Who is this girl Sheila? Why does she call Clay hubby and babe? What is her to him? Why does she want to meet? What exactly does she want to give another shot for? So many questions, and only one way of answering them.

'Umm...who are you?' I ask, in my most confident voice, trying not to give away my insecure attitude. A long pause encounters me at the other end of the call. After a couple seconds of deathly silence, the girl clears her throat and speaks up.

'Sheila. Who are you?'

'I'm Y/n.'

'Why do you have Clay's phone?'