The Bet (Dreamnoblade)

The Football Game

After sitting completely still for a few minutes Dream took a deep shuddering breath.

He's a dumbass.

All it took was one look from Techno for him to forget that he was supposed to be heartbroken. And worse yet that he was supposed to be heartbroken over him!

Dream groaned and put his head in his hands, feeling the paper with all the cheers he forgot he was holding hit his face, mocking him at that point.

"Fuck."

"That's some pretty strong language." An amused voice said behind Dream.

Dream whirled around and saw Wilbur sitting behind him on the bleachers.

"When did you get there?" Dream asked incredulously. He didn't hear a thing.

"A bit ago." Wilbur shrugged.

"Oookay." Dream narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything else.

"So what's up with the grouchy attitude?" Wilbur questioned, changing the subject and moving to sit next to Dream.

"It's nothing." Dream grumbled, glaring at the paper of cheers in his lap.

"Sure," Wilbur said, sounding completely unconvinced. "When you're ready to explain what's wrong with you I'm right here."

They sat in silence for a few seconds.

"I just don't understand." Dream was still glaring at the paper as if it had the answers to his questions.

Wilbur gave a curious hum.

"I just- how could he like Quackity. Quackity. Like I'd get it if it was someone at least a little better. Don't get me wrong Quackity is great but for him to be dating Techno? How? What does Techno see in him? What does he have that would possibly make Techno love him?" Dream's shoulders slumped as he finished his rant.

When he turned he saw Wilbur giving him a bewildered look.

Dream shrank under the look, thinking Wilbur now thought he was crazy.

"Wha-Dream what?" Wilbur asked in shock.

"What does Techno see in Quackity?" Dream asked in a small voice over trying to deny that's what he wanted to know. How did an idiot like Quackity get with the god that was Techno?

"Nothing," Wilbur said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What?" Now it was Dream's turn to be confused.

"Dream Techno has zero-no less than zero interest in Quackity," Wilbur said.

"But I saw them at the lunch table." Dream thought he had figured it out and now was completely lost.

"Yeah, Quackity does that to annoy Techno. He made a joke of trying to get Techno to date him." Wilbur explained.

Dream sat there with his mouth open for a moment.

"I'm an idiot." He managed to say through numb lips.

He had gone through the four (not five he never made it to acceptance) stages of grief in the past three days because Quackity was trying to annoy Techno?!

"Yeah, it seems you are." Wilbur laughed.

"I need to talk to Techno." Dream suddenly realized standing abruptly from the bleachers.

"Bye Wilbur, thanks for the help!" Dream yelled as he grabbed his stuff and ran off of the bleachers.

"Bye Dream." Wilbur chuckled as he gave a small wave.