I Used to Know -DNF-

Chapter 6 - When We Went To Coffee

Song Recommendation - Begin Again (it has a coffee shop in it and it came to mind while I wrote the chapter so now this is what you get)

A/N - Please leave comments! I love reading comments on other stories and I want to know what people have to say about mine (criticism is welcome 😊) now onto the story!

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I had woken up that morning with an awful headache. I mean, I always got migraines, sure, but this was something else. I couldn't even get up to get my medicine. I hadn't had a bad one since I had met you. It caught me off-guard.

It was so painful, I had to take it in for a moment before yelling out in pain once, covering my head and squeezing my temples until my roommate, Sapnap, had woken up.

He got me water, a pill, and any type of medicine he could find. I felt bad for making him worry, making him do so much for me. I'm sorry I did it again a few months later.

I took the medicine, which was a process because I could barely think or move. Squeezing my head just beside my temples felt like the best cure at that moment, and clenching my jaw wasn't something I realized I had been doing until Sap basically forced open my mouth. He was visibly uncomfortable, and maybe a little hungover from whatever he had drank or smoked the night before, but he knew that forcing me to choke down a few pills and the water was something he needed to do to help me recover, before leaving me and my body to our-it's-my own self-curing devices.

For a while, maybe an hour, I curled my body up in a ball, thinking my brain was going to explode. It felt as if my skull was going to shatter at any second, because my brain was pushing itself out, out into the world through my forehead. I wanted it to squeeze itself out of my eyes, anything to just stop this god-awful pain.

Anything.

Then the medicine started to kick in and I stopped clenching my jaw. The pain had dialed down, but it still hurt like hell. I couldn't do anything to distract myself, so I kept thinking about the pain.

And then you texted me.

"Hey, what's up?"

I immediately perked up when I saw your name on the phone. I stopped squeezing my own head into pieces and picked up the phone.

"Hey Ge..."

Ge...

What'd I call you by?

What'd I text you?

Why can't I remember?

"Sure," you said. I remember that. At least I can remember that.

At least I can remember something.

The next thing I knew I was wearing my signature hoodie and a pair of ripped jeans. I was in front of a little local shop. It was a cute, rustic cafe with wood and chalkboards. And lattice. Lots of lattice. With very fake vines. I had sat down at a small table near the windows when I saw you walking towards the cafe wearing a blue T-shirt and black shorts, basically sweating half your body weight.

You sat down and plopped your head right on the table. Your hair, which was usually so well combed and taken care of, was soggy and messy. I laughed and you looked up with your cute little pout.

That made me laugh harder.

"Fuck off, Dream," but you were laughing, too.

We ordered coffee (what'd you order), and sat down. We just... talked. For hours. The shop eventually closed around 9:30 (10:00?), but it had gotten significantly colder outside, to the point where you were shivering in your shorts and short-sleeved shirt.

You never did know how to dress for Georgia weather.

"But it was JUST boiling hot out!" You stood there, arms desperately trying to keep your exposed  legs and arms warm.

"Welcome to the majority of the east coast!" I laughed, taking off my sweatshirt and handing it to you inside-out.

"No, I can't take that. It's yours." 

I laughed. "I'll get it back eventually."

You eventually took it, after ten minutes of back-and-forth arguing.

You put it on and when I saw you in my too-big hoodie...

I had the strong urge to kiss you.

Maybe it's normal to want to kiss your friends.

How would I know?

You were one of my first.

I walked you back to your dorm and said goodbye. I memorized your room number. Why can't I remember which one it was now?

I don't know if I ever did get that hoodie back.

I don't care.

It looks much better on you.

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Dream woke up to a buzzing sound next to his head. That was... definitely a dream. It was strange. Existential questions and shit.

Weird.

The buzzing came from his phone. He picked it up, adjusting his poor eyes to the bright light.

Snapmap

Hey

ik I could've woken u up but u looked comfy

so if ur awake wanna go to the coffee shop near campus

Sure but where are u

I went for a jog with Carl

*Karl

OoooOoooOoo Karl 😏

Fuck off asshole

I'm omw to the coffee shop meet me there

Ok

Whoever gets there first has to buy!

Dream didn't bother responding and instead throwing on some clothes, probably dirty ones, and rushing out the door.

Free coffee was on the line.

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A/N

Hope you liked this one! Don't worry if you feel confused by the sudden changing of time tenses (idk how else to say it) because that's just a way for me to convey Dream's internal confusion (remember this is most likely not a final draft)

Also sorry for the short chapters, I, working on making them longer. I can't space out things because I'm just so excited for the whole plot and it's MaKiNg Me CrAzY.

We also find out that Dream is having trouble remembering things, and he blames himself for it, even if it's just his subconscious and not completely his present self.

I also like how Dream gets a little more detailed because of that, and that because of his difficulty remembering things details mean more to him. I just think that's a cute little add-in.

I know that probably didn't make sense but I'mma shut up and post this before I give away the whole plot!

Cya!

(1009 words)