Midnight friends - Fundy x Dream

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Fundy pov

"I'm going to totally honest, I've never really been in love, I'm not even sure if I've ever had a real crush"

The sentence that haunts my dreams. Hearing that from the person you love the most is like being shot right trough the heart. I've never been shot in the heart, but I would imagine i would feel the same - I mean both things hurt - now I'm just rambling.

I let the book slide from my palms and my head fell right back into my pillow. I felt like screaming but I couldn't, I've held it in for too long now to even be able to make a sound. Why do I have to be this pathetic, and worst of all:

Why do I have to be in love?

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The smell of pancakes and sweat filled my cluttered room. I tried to cover my nose with my blanket but the blanket was quicky ripped out of my grip.

"Get up loser! Dad made us pancakes."

I buried my head deep in my pillow as a response and tried to cancel out the disturbance that my brother was. Suddenly he grips my wrists and pulls me out of my bed. A cold breeze flushed over my bare chest and a growing pain starts to build in my weak arms. My stubborn body gets dragged out on the wooden floors and down the staircase.

"GET OFF ME!!"

My voice breaks everytime my head hits a new stair but he keeps on laughing. When we finally arrive to the kitchen he flops my torn figure down on the kitchen floor. I look up to meet my dads eyes, his face painted with a big smile. His hair was messy but atleast the top of his head was hidden by a white and green buckethat. He stood there in his worn-out robe holding his favorite spatula in a tight grip, while he moved his hips to the boring music he had on.

"Goodmorning son, you hungry?"

He reached out his hand and I picked myself up. My arms traveled up over my head and I arched my bruised back. My yawn was quicky interrupted by a spatula to my naked stomach. I dragged my swollen hands over my eyes and sat down at the table. Two pancakes fell right down on my plate and I picked up the jam. As I drowned my pancakes in jam I looked up to my brother, he was devouring pancake after pancake. We locked eyes, he frowned and stole the jam from me.

"Hey I wasn't done! I spat out."

"You're making the plate look like a damn murder scene with all that jam! He laughed."

"I'm going to make your face look like a damn murder scene."

He lifted his eyebrown and smiled, and in a blink of an eye has was up and standning, leaning over the table.

"Say that again, I dare you.

"Im going to-"

Before I could finish my sencence I was once again interrupted by that stupid spatula, but this time it hit the kitchen table.

"Fundy no, and Wilbur - grow up please."

Wilbur sat down again and kept on eating his panckes while he hummed to the songs Dad had playing. I shoved one last pancake into my mouth and bounced out of my seat. I gave Dad a pat on his shoulder and ran up to my room, keeping an eye on Wilbur so he wont attack me again. I closed my door and ran over to my phone to look at the time. Seven thirty. Great, I love being late to school. I threw on a black hoodie and a pair of blue jeans as I ran around my room trying to find my backpack. When I finally found my backpack, which was hidden under a mountain of clothes, I ran out of my room. Wilbur stood ready by the door dressed in his long black coat. I threw on my shoes and headed out. Wilbur unlocked the car and as soon as I jumped in he pointed to the backseat.

"Move, we're picking up Sally."

I rolled my eyes at him and made my way to the backseat, trying to keep my calm. Wilbur put on his music and began to drive. Sally didn't live far away from us, but Wilbur always insists on picking her up anyway. It's so obvious that he has a thing for her, he just wont admit it. But I get it, she has never really been the relationship type of person. She once turned down the most popular guy in school, and thats when Wilbur gave up. He had planned to ask her to prom, but she asked him first. It sounds cute but she asked him if they could go "as friends", IT WAS SO BRUTAL, and I had the honor to see his meltdown live. We finally arrived at her house and she jumped in the car excitingly. She leaned in and hugged wilbur and turned around to face me. She tried to put her hair up witha hair clip, but her orange hair fought back. Her curly hair fell out in the front, but she simply slided it behind her ear. Right before she was going to say hi she stopped and started to dig around in her bag. She looked around for a while but then she found her tresure, a pen. She threw it at me and smiled.

"Look! It's a fox on it." She said with the biggest smile on her lips.

I picked up the pen from my lap and looked at it, there was definitely a fox on it.

"It's yours now" She said as she turned back to wilbur.

Wilbur started driving again, but my focus was still on the pencil in my hands. I've seen her use simular pens before, but she never had ones with foxes on them. This pen must be new then. Wilbur parked right outside the school and we got out of the car, I can not wait until he graduates so that I can get his car. I fixed my backpack and started walking towards the big doors, keeping a distans from Wilbur and his ginger friend. I kept on walking until I met my locker, abused from everytime someone new gets pushed into it. I stuffed my locker with my bag and took out my books and computer. Right when I was about to close my locker it was slammed right before my face. I look to my side and a short suprise was standing right infront of me. Before I could try to get out a "hi", my thoughts got interrupted by the short boys head.

"What the fuck happened with your hair Jack!?" I say with suprise filling my mouth.

Jack stroke his head with pride as he fluttered his eyes shut.

"I shaved it" He let out with a smirk.

"Yeah I can see that, but why?" I said as l secured my locker. We started to walk to our english classroom as Jack told me the amazing love story about him and his new electric razor. As we passed familliar faces I couldn't stop thinking about the stupid pencil in my pocket and how Sally had saved it just for me. Now standing in the door, jack and I both vent to sit on our assigned seats. I placed my books and computer on my bench, scribbled on everytime Ms. Earl tried to explain poetry to a classroom full of jocks. The classroom stared slowly to get filled with tired students, all thinking that have better things to do. Ms Earl shifted our attention to her voice as she started to blur out our names.

"Do we have a Sam here?"

"Present!"

"Hannah?"

"Present"

"Nick?"

"Yes siiiir"

She rolled her eyes.

"Dream?"

Silence.

"Where's Dream?"

Yet more silence until a muffeled shout emerged from the hall.

"IM HERE MISS! IM HERE!"