Previously...
I subconsciously stuffed food in my mouth, focusing my eyes on the floor. When I got aware of what I was doing, I ran over to the washroom. My stomach churned as I tried to throw up the food I just consumed. I sobbed as I flushed the toilet, then ran my hands through the running water. I'm disgusting.
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TW: Self-hate, cuss words
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Staring into the mirror, I caressed my reflection. "You're revolting." I spat, throwing the bar of soap at my reflection. The words echoed in my head. 'You're revolting... you're revolting... you're revol-' I heard my phone ring in my room.
'Incoming Call from Miyo'
"...Hello?"
"Y/N! You forgot to call me again,"
"Sorry, Miyo. I... something came up,"
"I'm not stupid."
"I'm sorry. It's... personal reasons."
"What's so personal that you can't even tell ME, your bestie??"
"I... I said sorry." It came out more aggressive than I intended to, and it was clear that Miyo was hurt.
"Okay. Figure it out yourself."
Before I could even apologize, she hung up. I'm a terrible friend. Miyo doesn't deserve this. I'm a failure. Again. I hate that I don't feel guilty for upsetting Miyo. I hate that my voice sounds unintentionally aggressive. I hate myself for being trash of a friend.
Hate. The one thing I could feel. It doesn't feel very nice, much of the opposite. I hate me. I should really head back to the call with Dream and Sapnap.
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"Hey, um... sorry for taking so long."
"No worries! We were just fooling around anyways!" Sapnap tried to reassure Y/U, but she knew very well that it wasn't working. "Oh, by the way, George had to leave because of the time difference. Speaking of the time difference and timezones, where do you live- err- I mean what time is it for you?"
"Ah. I live in Florida. So... it's 8 PM. It's getting pretty late for me, too." Y/U replied with a flat voice.
"Hey- uh- me too!" Dream spoke up.
"It's 8 for you too, Dream?"
"Um well, that and I live in Florida. Orlando to be specific."
"That's amazing, Dream. Anyways, I should get going. Goodnight Clay."
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(Dream/Clay's POV)
My stomach got butterflies when Y/U called me Clay. By my real name. Their voice sounded so soothing when they said it. It's almost like I liked them. But I don't even know their gender, she didn't feel comfortable revealing it. So if I liked Y/U, what would my sexuality be? Gay? Straight? Bi? That wouldn't matter as long as I loved them and they loved me.
I hit my desk. "I don't like them anyway," I muttered. Was I saying the truth or was I trying to convince myself that I didn't like Y/U? I couldn't like them. I barely know anything about Y/U. But if I got to know her...? Stop. I need to stop getting ahead of myself.
My phone rang with notifications on Discord from Nick.
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FanfictionYou're one-of-a-kind. You don't feel, you don't know what it's like to have emotions. You've barely felt loved even when you're with the best of your friends. The world's getting boring, you don't feel anything in particular and there's no excitemen...
