❝ My first impression of
Dream? He was a dick. ❞
In which a streamer doesn't get along with the most famous Minecraft player, but gets along well with his best friends who try to make them like each other.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO. ✧ ೃ༄ ❝ CRYING OVER HER BOOKS. ❞
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"Angelica? Angelica?"
Angelica buried herself deeper into her blankets, letting out a sigh when she heard the knocks on her door. Dream popped his head, staring at her figure.
"What?" Angelica breathed out.
"Do you want to go walk Gumbo?" He asked and she covered her lower face, turning to look at him. Her puppy say by his foot, head tilted to the side staring back at her. "I don't want you to stay up here, locked in."
"I-I just don't feel good," he saw the way her eyes glazed with tears and frowned. She covered her entire face with the blanket, curling up into a ball with her knees touching her chest.
Dream stared at her before moving closely to her. He sat at the edge of her bed and plopped backwards, his arms spread open until one of his hands accidentally hit Angelica on her face.
"Ow."
"I'm just going to stay up here with you then," Dream shrugged, before sitting up to grab a blanket. He came back to plop himself on the bed and covered himself.
The two stayed silent. Angelica didn't feel like arguing with him to get out of her room so she simply let out a small sigh and focused on the absurd thoughts invading her brain. It was overwhelming her, tears starting to fall from her eyes, and she reminded herself to stay quiet because Dream was next to her.
One thing she could say, though, was that she hated feeling like this. Like she couldn't even do anything. It wasn't her fault. She was just mentally tired. For what? No reason. She had been dealing with depression and anxiety at a young age, especially insomnia, which she got from her mom. She couldn't help feeling like how she did now. She usually dealt with this alone, so knowing that Dream was there with her made her want to bawl her eyes out.
"Do you like books?" Dream suddenly asked. No answer. "I saw that you had a pile of books. Do you want me to read them?" Silence. "Knock a bit on the headboard for yes and two for no."
Knock.
Dream smiled a little and headed towards the books splattered on the floor. "I'll buy you a bookshelf for these." He squatted down and rummaged through them all until he stopped. He picked one up and he hummed. "This one seems interesting."
He hurried to his place on her bed and opened the book, clearing his throat dramatically. "Love Is A Mixtape," he started before his voice dropped at reading the next few words, "Life and Loss," he glanced at the girl, "One Song At A Time by Rob Sheffield."
"Prepare yourself," Angelica breathed out.
Dream snorted. "It can't be that bad."
"Suit yourself," Angelica mumbled, grabbing onto her tissue box next to her.
