FUCK YOU! → ( dnf )

EIGHTEEN

nick armstrong
eleventh grade--

he awoke to a loud banging on his front door, panda barking, and a raging hangover. "fuck off!" he groaned, covering his head with a pillow. "panda!" he shouted, trying to get his canine friend to come back to the bedroom.

the banging only continued, and it seemed he had no choice but to get out of bed, though not without complaint, of course.

nick grumbled before stepping out of bed and heading downstairs toward the front door. he peered through the peephole, and, of course, none other that the biggest asshole himself was standing there, aggressively pounding on the door.

the brunette pulled the door open, causing the other to nearly fall inside. "what?" he spat, a displeased scowl evident on his face.

dream didn't hesitate for a moment before grabbing nick's face and connecting their lips. he pulled away after a moment, leaning into the other. "i'm so sorry. i'm so fuckin' sorry. i just- i'm confused a-a-and i lashed out at you because of my own feelings. i love you, i promise i do. i'm just. . . a lot is going on in my head, and, i don't really know how to control it. i- well i had sex with george and it just got all awkward and i-"

"wait, wait, wait, pause. you had sex with george?"

"what? is that seriously the only thing you listened to?" the blonde huffed.

"no, but, now i understand why you told me to fuck off and die."

"i didn't say that," dream laughed. "heard you got a dog. i see you got a dog." he pointed at the canine with a tilt of his head. "where's your dad?"

nick froze. he'd forgotten that he was keeping his dad leaving such a big secret from everyone; even his own best friend. "i- well. . . he left," he said. "he left a pretty long time ago. i don't think he's coming back."

"oh. i'm so sorry, nick," dream frowned, wrapping his arms around the other. "okay, okay. pause again. since when are you so affectionate?"

"since i almost lost the one good thing i had left," dream sighed, ruffling nick's hair with a soft smile. "but, your dad was a deadbeat anyway. fuck 'im!"

"yeah, i'm doing better without him. . . besides the excessive drinking, the not eating, the other shit, yeah?"

"other shit? what's that supposed to mean? you're hurting yourself?" dream grabbed the boy's shirt. "i swear to god, nick, you can't leave me."

"i'm not," nick huffed, pushing dream's hands away. "just. . . i dunno i don't wanna get into it." he shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "i'm okay."

"what drugs are you doing?" dream asked.

"nothing i didn't already do before," nick replied with a shrug. "you know it's like. . . 4am right?"

"yeah, but it's the weekend!" dream chuckled. "let's go out!"

"no. i'm too hungover," nick groaned before sitting on the couch. "you can stay here and chill with me, though?"

"yeah, sure! why not? i'll hold your hair back while you throw up!" dream chuckled before sitting next to the younger.

"so. . . sex with george? how-"

"nope! you don't get to ask questions about that, because it's not happening again!"

"so. . . he's fair game, then?" nick hummed, raising a brow.

nick noticed a slight change in dream's breath patterns and the way he grabbed onto his knees. "yeah. . . yeah, obviously." he offered a nervous chuckle before nodding awkwardly.

"you're falling for him," nick told him.

"i'm not. i'm not, no way!" dream snorted with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head.

"sure~ i'll bet you wish you were with him right now, don't ya?"

"no. you may be right about some things, but that's definitely not one of them. i'd much rather be here with you. you're my favourite boy, and. . . just because i might have feelings for george, doesn't mean he'll replace you. promise."

"yeah, i know."

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sorry this chapter is a bit short, but a lil bit of dreamnap never hurt anybody! either way, updates will most likely be pretty slow, apologies!