nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

pretty boy

Sapnap and Clay leave to go grocery shopping a few hours later. George and I hang out with Cinder in his room while Niki unpacks her stuff. I wave a little mouse on a wand around in the air, and Cinder jumps up, her claws sinking into the mouse. "How long have you had her?" George asks, a faint smile on his lips.

I let Cinder have the toy, watching as she bites the mouse's ear. "She's more of Niki's cat, but I'm pretty sure for a while now." I pet Cinder's head as she gnaws on the toy, her movements lazy. George shifts, sitting criss-cross. "Is she an outdoor cat?" I nod, snapping my fingers to get Cinder's attention.

She meows, glaring at me as I take away her toy. I hand her another toy, and she goes crazy, running around the room wildly as she whacks it everywhere. "What's up with you and Dream?" George suddenly asks. I'm caught off guard as I turn my attention to him. "Nothing's up." I laugh, hoping that I can convince him.

He just stares at me, an unreadable expression on his face. "Are you sure? You two act as if you both have cooties." I scoff, hugging my legs. "And what is that supposed to mean?" I ask. George thinks about this for a moment. "Well, let's start with what happened this morning. Him wrapping his sweater around you?"

I nod slowly, not sure where this is going. "What happened then? You both looked at each other as if the whole world could just wait for you guys to hurry up and kiss. And then he kissed your forehead, and you-." "Okay, George, I get it!" I feel the blush rise to my face as he taps his fingers, literally twitching to continue.

"Do you though? Are you truly getting what I'm saying?" George peers at me, studying me closely. I give a small shrug. "Okay, so we act like a couple for a moment, and the next we act like one has ebola or something. So what?" I admit, and George leans back, his eyes still narrowed.

"But it's not my fault! I just- he's-, ugh, he's so frustrating." I feel my fists clench as Cinder's toy faintly jingles in the back. George sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. "What happened between you two? You were both so cuddly and adorable during his party." I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

How do I tell George what happened without making Clay sound like a dick? How am I supposed to tell one of his best friends that he shattered my heart that day, and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces? How am I supposed to do that without breaking?

I look away, feeling my chest tighten up. George waits patiently, watching me. "Everything happened." I finally respond, my voice sounding far away. George opens his mouth, wanting me to elaborate until Niki knocks on our door. I perk up at the distraction.

"Come in!" A moment later, I watch as a tall figure walks inside. Someone who is not Niki. "Oh, Dream." George smiles, and Clay waves, shooting us confused looks. "What are you guys doing?" He asks, glancing down abruptly as Cinder weaves her way through his legs, abandoning her toy. 

"Just chatting. You're free to take her now, I was just planning on taking a shower." George flashes me a smug look, and I glare at him. "Thanks a lot." I storm past Clay, ignoring his noise of confusion. I head downstairs, hearing Sapnap and Niki chatting.

Four grocery bags rest on the kitchen counters, and I watch as Sapnap's head turns around. "Hey y/n." He greets, and I greet him back. A moment later, Clay comes to stand at my side. No offense, but does this man have attachment issues? 

I ignore him completely as Niki sorts through the things, laughing as she pulls out something. I snort, nearly choking on my spit. "What the fuck?! How did you sneak this past me?" Sapnap turns to look at Clay, who's smiling like a smug asshole. "I thought someone would need it." I look up, another laugh bubbling in my throat.

"You bought a vibrator? For who?" I gasp, the bright pink box on the counter I feel my smile fading as Clay's eyes slowly turn to me. Immediately, I understand why. Niki gasps, covering her mouth in shock. Sapnap lets out a huff, his fist in front of his mouth,