It doesn't mean anything. (Dreamnap)

Chapter 1

(First book, sorry if it's bad my dude)

(No POV?)
It's funny, it's funny how every time sapnap joins a call with George and dream he can't help but wonder if he's being a burden. He always shakes the feelings off, the thoughts are stupid, he shouldn't feel like that, they were the dream team, best friends. Yet when he tunes out their voices for a second, the laughter, he wonders how it would be without him.

"Sap, you still there?"

He realises he spaced out again.

"Yeah dream I'm here."

"Good, George ended the stream and left an you didn't say bye, everything ok?"

Sapnap paused. What was he suppose to say?'lol yeah sorry just thinking how useless I am. '

"Yeah duh, just spaced out for a second, y'know?"

"About what, how bad I'm gonna crush you guys next manhunt?"

Sapnap laughed. "You fucking wish bro! All your " skills" are just luck, we are awesome capital A, you my dude, are a major L loser."

Dream lightly wheezed, this was normal for the two, in fact if they didn't causally banter, it would feel wrong.

"Yeah yeah ok sap, I'm going to go to bed k? Don't stay up to late."

Sapnap rolled his eyes. "Yeah, ok mom."

Dream chuckled before leaving, heading to bed for the night.

Sapnap waited for the ding before sighing and heading for the shower. He usually took one every other day, but he felt it was needed tonight.

He turned the red knob the most, and let the warm, small repetitive drops roll all of his body. He enjoyed the feeling and let his thoughts drift. His mind seemed to wonder back to dream. Suddenly he started to get that familiar but not feeling that seemed to sink into his skin. His neck, upper back, feet seemed to cold now. He quickly turned the red knob all the way up, as if the cold was going to spread and freeze his body.

What the fuck was that feeling? He didn't like it, he couldn't understand it, yet it seemed to be hurting and numbing him. He doesn't understand. He can't understand.

It made him wanna break down, run to somebody, as if body heat from another was the only way to fix it. He could go to dream of course, but despite all the jokes he makes, dream and him have never been that touchy.

The ravenette remembered a moment when he met a very nice man at the bar, they went home together and had a very nice night.

They didnt do anything explict (dirty minded!!)
But he does remember the man's soft fingers threw his hair, once and a while grazing his neck. The touch was addicting and sapnap wished he could stay there all day and night with the man. It felt as if the feeling was being fought, and it felt like bliss.

He looked down at his stomach and realized it was red. Guess its time to get out now. Sapnap carefully stepped out an got undressed. He looked at the mirror and wiped away the condensation. The sweatpants seemed a little to big and the white t shirt was plain. The feeling came back for a second.

He quickly ran out of the bathroom under the warm blankets. Why did that fucking feeling come back?! It was always in the night or when he was alone. He didn't like a single thing about it.

He then thought about the other thought he seemed to always ignore.

He was in love with dream.