nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

sweater

SATURDAY:

6:05 am...

"Yeah, no, I'm not wearing this," I mutter, scrunching up my nose. Clay pushes his sweater closer to me as if that's going to convince me. "Please?" He whines, pouting. I frown, pushing the sweater back at him. "That is the ugliest sweater that I've ever seen, no offense." Clay's mouth drops open as he glances at the sweater.

It's navy blue with green and red lines, a small logo at the top corner of the sweater. "My mom got it for me when I was twenty, and I never wore it ever. At least wear it so that it doesn't have to get donated or something." He insists, placing it onto my bed. As Niki and I were getting ready to leave, Clay, George, and Sapnap decided to head over to the cottage early so that we could leave together.

"No, Clay, I'm not wearing that. Besides, I'm already wearing my sweatshirt, so I don't need another sweater." I reason with him, placing my makeup bag inside my suitcase. "It's gonna be cold. You'll need an extra sweater in case something happens to your other ones." Clay points out, staring me down.

I place a hand on my hip, waving my other hand around wildly. "I've packed like two extras! I'll be fine, honestly." Seeing the desperation in his eyes is enough to make me sigh. "I'm sorry, okay?" Clay only droops his head, his arms limp at his side. I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I said sorry," I whisper, gazing up at him. He doesn't meet my eyes, and I place a kiss on his cheek. "Such a pouty boy," I murmur before pulling away. I zip up my suitcase, bringing it out of my room. Niki and I nearly collide against each other at the same time, and she smiles. "Good! You're ready."

I glance at the stairs, seeing George and Sapnap talking, both of their faces tight with concentration. Niki glances in my direction, and she stifles a laugh. "Last I heard, they were talking about some sort of way to eat a banana correctly." I stifle a laugh too, and I turn around, seeing Clay duck out of my room, shutting the light off.

He closes my door and glances at Niki. We all head downstairs, George and Sapnap's conversation drifting to our ears. "... what I'm saying! You can't eat a banana without peeling off a peel first." Sapnap exclaims, and George scoffs, narrowing his eyes. "Are you dumb? Of course, you can't eat it with the peel. What, are you three years old?"

Sapnap rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "I don't know, gogy, am I? Oh, I'm Georgie, I'm colorblind and I'm such a softie. Aw, my little gogy wogy." He mocks, fake-pouting. I can barely hold back my laughter as Niki snickers quietly. George and Sapnap turn around, surprised to see us. "Oh hey, you guys ready?" Sapnap asks his face feigning innocence.

George glares at Sapnap before smiling at us. "This seems like it'll be a fun trip! Thanks for inviting us, Niki." Niki just nods, smiling as well. "It's no problem." Then she glances at Clay. "I thought that it wouldn't be fair if we just invited him and left you guys alone." Sapnap places a hand over his heart, his lips turning into a small pout. "Niki, your actions are truly heart-warming."

I fight back a smile. "And mine isn't? You know, I was the one who baked your favorite cookies for the car ride there." Sapnap gasps, glancing at the small container of snickerdoodles. "How could I forget?" He rushes over to hug me, and I let out a small oof sound as I weakly hug him back. 

I pat his back, fighting back a cough from the lack of oxygen as he hugs me tightly. "Sapnap." I wheeze out. He hugs me tighter, and I widen my eyes. "Thank you so much, y/n. I am forever grateful for your cookies. I will cherish them greatly-." Sapnap doesn't finish his sentence because I punch his abdomen.

He jolts backward, letting out a hiss. I suck in a few deep breaths, probably looking like a fish out of water. Clay's hand tentatively rests on my shoulder, his eyes searching my face. George gives Sapnap a look before waving his hand around. Niki lets out a sigh, picking up her things. "Let's get going now that Sapnap almost killed y/n."