Opposites | Dream X F!Reader

25 - Two Kids

In the POV of Y/n

I wake up on Clay, my head resting on his shoulder. His fifth day here and we planned on going to an amusement park, despite the fact he is not a fan of rides. I am, though, but for his sake will stay off them. He wants to play the fair games and win me a prize. I shake him a bit and he wakes up, his eyes slowly blinking and processing what's around him. I hug him, my arms tight around him, and he smiles, a low chuckle escaping from his blush-colored lips.

"Good morning," he whispers, his voice groggy from just waking up. I begin to smile, looking at him in front of me.

"Good morning," I whisper back, trying to keep myself awake. I could collapse on him and fall back asleep, but I know I shouldn't. We have things to do and I'd regret missing those things after he leaves. Who knows when we'll meet again. I only hope I haven't scared him. He could get much prettier girls than me.

"How about we doordash breakfast so we can get ready to leave while it arrives," he suggests, his eyes grazing over me, looking me up and down.

"I'd like that." He takes his phone from beside him and starts an order, getting himself a breakfast biscuit with hash browns. If only McDonald's could sponsor us so we'd get it for free. I order hotcakes and sausage, placing the order quickly with my card as the payment method. He looked over at me as I slid my card into my pocket. It was too late though, he noticed.

"Why didn't you let me pay for it," he pouted.

"Because it's McDonald's. It doesn't matter who pays." He rolls his eyes before lunging at me, tackling me atop my bed. He tickles my sides then pauses, looking at his hands which unknowingly had made their way to my hips. We made eye contact before he quickly moved, his face red.

We make our way to the kitchen, sitting at the island. I go to my Snapchat and double tap on Nick, opening the camera. I take a selfie with Clay, forgetting he's shirtless, and send it, earning a quick and dramatic response from Nick. Clay scrolls through his Twitter before a new tweet notification pops up.

"Nick?" I ask as his eyes go wide. The hints of blue and green peak through his messy morning hair. 

"You bet. He told everyone that you took a selfie with me but I was shirtless." His eyes got wider and he shuts his phone off, tossing it on the island.

"What?"

"Quackity. He made another joke." He turned his head to face me. He was bright red, freckles hidden under his sunburnt-looking blush. I go to Twitter and see the tags, people in the replies going insane.

Guys, don't escalate this to anything other than him being comfortable in my home...
>>SEND<<

I can't send that, though. It would be more embarrassing. It would seem like we're covering it up. God, why did Nick have to post about it? Why did Quackity have to escalate it? We aren't just friends but we aren't anything more either. We both make miniature moves, not big ones. We both dismiss the situation as the doorbell rings, Clay going to get it. He grabbed the bag, thanked the driver, and set the food down. We were both still a mess, neither of us ready like we intended. We ate quickly and rushed to my bathroom and got ready. He did a quick shave over on the sink side and I, my makeup, on the counter side. 

"Don't married couples do stuff like this?" He asked, obviously teasing. 

"Yeah, they do. We might as well get married at this point."

"You don't mean that," he said softly, a small laugh leaving his blush-toned lips.

"Oh, but I do. You just don't get why yet," I swoon, a smirk forming on his lips.

"What makes you think that?" He pulls himself away from the sink, just finished from his shave. He pushed himself into my space, our face inches apart. His breath exchanged with mine, only a small space apart from being together.

"You tease but don't act. You seem unsure," I smirk, my eyes looking right into his.

"If I acted, how would you feel?"

"I'd be head over heels for you, Clay."

"So you aren't already?"

"I didn't say that." We stay for a few moments more, both of us hesitating to move forward or backward. He quickly went forward but swept his face to his right, his mouth near my left ear.

"I'm always ready. I'd wait forever just for you, Y/n. Always." He walked to the bedroom and grabbed clothes, closing the door so I can't see him. I finish my makeup and put on my assorted clothes that lay beside my makeup case. A hoodie with a smile, a hoodie Clay doesn't know I purchased. He knocked on the door and I let him in, taking in his outfit for the day. A Florida Tee and grey sweatpants. We lock the apartment up and go to the car, driving to the park.

"That. I'm going to win that for you," he cheers, taking my hand and dragging me to the game right as we enter the park. The flowers were just beginning to bloom and the wind was subtle, brushing against my face as it played with my hair. He played twice before winning, claiming dart games were easy. We went to the next booth, a water shooting race, and got us both tickets. We sat down, waiting for two people to join us. Two girls quickly did, sitting beside us.

"Let's go!" I shout, Clay sitting in defeat. I beat him by a millisecond but, nonetheless, it was a win. 

"Barely!" He shouts back, both of us smiling.

"Excuse me but are you Nightmare and Dream?" One of the girls says unexpectedly.

"Yeah, you both sound like them," the other pipes up. Clay and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"No, but we're both fans. You should respect their privacy, though," Clay says, putting his arm behind me and guiding me to the exit. Two games and some kids ruined it because they can't mind their business. We get to the car and I let out a sigh.

"Thank god you know how to handle situations like that," I say, grabbing my phone to set up Spotify. Secretly, I made him a playlist. One we could sing together and remind us of each other. We drove back home, getting back much earlier than expected. We had two prizes though, which would end up in my room for when he's gone.

We arrived and turned off the playlist, Clay unknowing that I made it for him. Twitter was excited about the song choices, which wasn't surprising but scary. They were watching our every move and with him gaining more and more attention, the thought of getting hate because we are close scares me.

Clay noticed my uneasiness as we walked through the apartment door. He quickly closed the door and hugged me tightly, my legs lifting off the floor ever so slightly. I took the opportunity and jumped, straddling his waist with my legs and hiding my face in his shoulders' crevice. 

"It'll be okay, I promise," he whispered, moving us to the living room. He set me down on the couch and, then and there, I realized. 

I am in love with Clay.

Word Count: 1245 

A/N: Sorry for the slow update. I wanted to make sure I liked this chapter completely before posting. I'm about to not have my computer for a few weeks so I'll be doing lots of prewriting while I still have it. I'll do posts through my phone and possibly write a few on there as well. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Make sure you've drank some water and eaten something today!