FUCK YOU! → ( dnf )

TWENTY-ONE

clay dream
eleventh grade--

"shut up," the blonde groaned, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "you're fucking annoying!"

"jesus. . . who pissed in your cheerios this morning."

"you've been clicking that damn pen for the past ten minutes! shut up!" dream sighed, rubbing his temples.

"i didn't wanna get stuck being your partner either, dream. but george didn't come in so you're the only other person i know."

"benny, i don't like you."

"that's okay, i don't either!" the brunette laughed with a shake of his head. "i'm probably gonna do all the work though, so, you can go home."

"nah i don't want to," dream mumbled. "home sucks."

"how come?" benny asked, tilting his head.

"you don't get to ask me that," dream grumbled. "plus, it's too much to explain."

"don't you live alone? i would kill to live alone!" benny smiled.

"no, you don't. it's nice for a while until you start depending on drugs to feel something. yeah, sure, nick and george come over, but, when they leave i still do drugs. . . i'm rambling, sorry." the blonde shook his head with a sigh.

"no, it's okay. i like it when you talk. nobody ever really talks to me this long. except george, but, he's with you all the time now, so. . . yeah. it's just nice. keep talking, i promise i'm listening," benny smiled, sitting up straighter against the wall.

"you're sure you don't mind me dumping all of my trauma onto you?"

"nope. don't mind at all, we can deal with our trauma together. . . if you're willing to listen, of course."

"i've never really listened to peoples' trauma, especially nick's; and i feel so fucking bad about it." dream shook his head with a frown. "anyway, just. . . lemme know where you want me to start."

"from the beginning, if you're comfortable," benny said softly.

"my mom left at an early age, never really bothered to communicate with me unless it came to christmas or my birthday. . ." he paused to take a shaky breath, clinging onto the cloth of his sweatshirt.

"my aunt--on my dad's side-- passed away when i was eleven, she was one of the only women in my family who really liked me. um. . . my dad was an alcoholic, a violent one at that. he would um. . . hit me a lot-" he rubbed his eye with a sigh, clearing his throat.

"he's actually in jail now, which is why i have the house. rent is tough, but, i manage. um. . . my ex girlfriend used to try and get me to fuck her when i was high. . . she never succeeded, though."

"still doesn't make it okay," benny said softly.

"nick and i had a big fight over george, kinda wanted to off myself when that happened. him and george are kinda the only people i have, and-"

"you have me now, too. . . if you want."

"-and, yeah. . . the whole drug thing helps me forget my trauma for a little bit. doesn't make it go away, though."

"you tried therapy?" benny asked.

"can't afford it, plus, it doesn't help. talking about shit is really scary," dream huffed, brushing his hair out of his face. "it's just. . . difficult."

"well, i'm sorry that you were forced through all of that. you didn't deserve it, and, i hope you know that talking about it may be scary, but. . . it helps."

"yeah, sure. . . thanks," dream nodded, scratching his neck. "i'll be fine."

"whatever you say," benny chuckled, pulling the binder closer to himself. "back to homework?"

"yeah," dream chuckled. "you gonna do the whole thing? y'know, i'm kinda smart."

"i know you are, but, i think it'll be easier if i just did it all myself. nothing against you, just makes me less anxious," benny chuckled gently, scratching his head.

"y'know, when i first found out you and george were. . . canoodling, i was really against it, but, i realise you're not that bad!" benny grinned, looking up at the blonde. "i think you're good for him."

"you wanna tell him that? all he wants to do is fuck. absolutely no feelings there."

"bullshit! george catches feelings super fast, he's just afraid of love," benny chuckled. "take him on a date, maybe?"

"i don't do dates," dream mumbled.

"then you won't do george either, he'll think you're just in it for sex," benny hummed. "he always thinks that, it's usually true, but, i know you're different. i've seen the way you look at each other."

"how's he look at me?" dream asked, eyes shimmering with curiosity.

"with adoration," benny stated simply with a shrug. "he adores you, dream. you just gotta. . . show him you adore him, too."

"i try, but he told me he didn't want me like that," dream groaned with a roll of his eyes.

"people lie, dream. and george is good at it, you just have to learn to figure out when he's lying. you'll know it when you see it."

"you think?" dream hummed. "thanks."

"no problem. i want what's best for him, and. . . if that's you, i'm okay with that."

"good, i'm amazing!" dream laughed, taking the binder back from the latter. "let me do some of the work."

"fine, fine!"

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new friendship blooming!??!?!