An Inconvenient Attachment [Dreamwastaken X HasanAbi]

Chapter Two

Dream barely missed the deer, swerving out of the way just in time. "Goddammit, too fast Dream," Dream cursed under his breath.

He pulled into the next exit, finding himself at a Waffle House. He contemplated if he should go in or sit in the car before going in.

Dream nodded to the woman behind the counter and she gave a tired wave back. He chose to sit at the bar, ordering a simple plate of pancakes before resting his head in his hands.

"Long night?" The woman asked, standing in front of him. Dream looked up before glancing at her chest, looking for a nametag. "Mister, flattering, but please keep your eyes up here."

Dream groaned. "I promise I was looking at the name tag. Trixie, nice name."

Trixie smiled, "well, unfortunately, I don't have a reason to stare at your chest. So lend me your name maybe?"

Dream chuckled. "Clay," he said quietly. Although he'd rather hear her say "Dream" he couldn't take the risk now.

"Well Clay, you look like you need someone to listen and I've got a shift all night so I'll get your pancakes and then we'll talk, yeah?" Trixie said, glancing between his eyes.

"Thank you," Dream nodded. She hadn't given any indication that she knew who he was and it would be good to talk to someone who he would never see again.

Soon they had moved to a booth and a plate was placed in front of him. Trixie grimaced at the poorly made pancakes. "It's my first week?" She tried, smiling shyly.

"No! It looks good!" Dream smiled, dying on the inside at the prospect of eating it. Trixie beamed and the table fell silent. "So, uh, I guess it all started with my friend, George." He looked up, preparing himself for a look of recognition but he saw instead a smile encouraging him to go on.

"George is well, he's George. He has an amazing smile and he's a goddamn idiot but I love him so, so much. And we never had a non joking conversation about our feelings but he acted as though he loved me too. I got lost somewhere in the jokes I guess. I never told him I liked guys too." Dream stopped and looked up again hoping for the best but expecting to see a face of disgust.

"What?" Trixie asked when Dream had been staring too long. "Do I look homophobic? Fuck whoever you want for all I care." Dream sighed in relief. "Now continue the story, I'm getting invested."

"But one day, I built up the courage. I asked him out. He laughed.  He didn't get it.  I decided that he could never love me in the same way," Dream sighed.

"And then he had the audacity, the fucking audacity to introduce me to his new, perfect girlfriend Juliet. It's like that shit play, God, I hope it ends the same way. And-" Dream was cut off.

"No you don't."

"What?" Dream looked up, Trixie was sitting with her eyebrows furrowed, staring at him.

"Clay, you don't wish they were dead. Don't say that," she spoke softly. "It's no one's fault how it turned out, it might be shitty, but it isn't."

"It's my fault," Dream said, tracing a design on the table.

"No, it's not," Trixie reassured. "You can't control the way you feel, you did the best you could with a bad hand."

"Is the 'bad hand' raging bisexuality?" Dream squinted at the red head.

Trixie laughed and rolled her eyes. "No, idiot, it's the whole being in love with your best friend thing." Dream hummed, he felt better, calmer.

"Well Clay, from the hour that I've known you, I think you are a very lovable person and you will find someone perfect for you. Plus, you're young, you're bound to get your heart broken a little," Trixie said encouragingly.