No Turning Back Now | dreamwastaken x oc

1 | thank u, nick

"Bro— you need to get up," I felt my comforter come off of me as I opened my eyes instinctively. "This- whatever this shit is— not healthy."

I looked up to my best friend Nick. I know I probably look like a fucking mess, but Nick has been my best friend since I was 12. So, I don't really give a fuck.

I'm 21 now, living with Nick, who I had met online. Who is currently dragging me out of bed. Why? Well....because of a girl.

Yeah. A girl. Broke my heart in a billion pieces. 3 years. 3 fucking years I had been with her. And she left. Now, I refuse to get out of bed and take proper care of myself.

I groaned as I rubbed my eyes with my hands, failing to move any other part of my body.

"Just....5 more minutes" I said, already closing my eyes, expecting a peaceful snooze.

"Nah Clay- Y'said that yesterday, and the day before that— then continued to stay in bed for another hour." I felt the presence of Nick come on my bed. Then, I felt the pressure of Nick's hands plant on my arms, shaking them aggressively.

"Whaaa—- okay okay!" I said, putting my hands up as a sign of defeat and sitting up slowly, like a turtle. I let out a sigh before speaking again.

"What the hell do you want me to do" I questioned with a yawn as I turned to look at him.

"Well first, I NEED you to take a shower- god forbid" Nick requested, squinting at me as if I was a pile of shit. And to be honest, I did feel like shit.

I followed his orders and practically dragged myself out of bed. I kind of need to thank him for this. I haven't taken a shower in a week at the least. The breakup really wasn't doing me any good.

Before entering my bathroom, I recognized Nick's voice from behind me.

"OH YEA BE THERE FOR MY STREAM TODAY"

Right. There's that. Streams, streaming, live-streaming in front of thousands of people. I had totally forgotten I was a famous twitch streamer and youtuber.

I forgot— my fans. How could I forget? I haven't tweeted, posted, streamed, made an appearance on any of my friends streams for almost 5 weeks. I hardly even remember the last time I've went on my phone.

"SURE JUST-...tell me when" I said, hesitant. I needed to do something. Nick was right, this whole..messed up sleep schedule, dirty plates scattered in places plates should never be, greasy hair— the list can go on and on. But the point is, it's not healthy.

I looked in the mirror, distraught at the sight in front of me. I looked like an actual fucking mess. My facial hair had grown, I had pimples everywhere, eye bags that could carry a universe, my hair was knotted as fuck. I looked gone.

I let out a sigh and ducked my head before stripping my disgusting clothes off and hopping in the shower. I let myself get soaked in warmth, letting my thoughts go and just relaxing. It was nice. I felt good for the first time in a long time.

After showering, I shaved. I actually shaved. I stared at myself in the mirror, pleased with myself.

I turned my attention to my body. Which deformed from the structure it was not too long ago. Basically, I was ripped. And to be honest, seeing me like this kind of motivated me to get back to where I was.

So I decided. I was gonna do it. I'm gonna get over this shit. Thank you, Nick.

Speak of the man.

"CLAY YOU DONE? I WANNA GET BREAKFAST BEFORE I STREAM" I heard from the other side of the bathroom door as I wrapped a towel around my waist. Instead of replying, I simply just opened the door.