Friends or Enemies? |Dream x Reader|

Chapter 18 ~ Watch the sunrise with me.

~Y/n's POV~

"Hey, wake up." I hear someone say. "Wake up." I hear again. I don't wanna wake up. "5 more minutes." I groan. I hear a huff from whoever was speaking, before I drown out every other noise I can hear.

"Wake up, dummy." I open my eyes and normally if I were to wake up and see a man with a white creepy mask staring down at me, I'd scream and probably grab the closest thing near me and throw it, but in this case, I don't.

I close my eyes again.

"Get out of my room." I groan again. I can sense some movement, but I don't think anything of it. "This isn't your room." Whoever this man says. Who the hell does he think he is to tell me this isn't my room?

I open my eyes again, before I realize, no. This really isn't my room. And in fact this isn't a room at all. I stare straight up and he's looking right at me. Dream is looking right at me. "Good morning. Sleep well?" I sit up and look around again.

This is the beach. I turn around and he's right there sitting. "You fell asleep with your head on my lap last night." I look down and realize there's a lime green hoodie on my lap. "I didn't wanna wake you up." I look back at him and he's wearing a black turtleneck.

Everything starts to make sense, but I'm still in shock. And that's when it hits me. It's only now when I realize it and I turn my head back, facing away from him, bringing 2 hands up to my face, practically slapping it. "Don't worry your mask is perfectly intact." He says.

I sigh and fall back, the back of my head, landing on his lap. I roll my eyes back in relief. I don't know what I'd do if my mask came off in my sleep. I'd probably lay in a coffin, dead. Wilbur wouldn't be so happy if he knew I revealed my face to someone he has a big hatred for.

"God, what time is it?" I ask. It's still dark out, but I don't think I have the energy to look up and examine the skies right now. Dream reaches his hand across my limp body, digging through my pocket, but I'm too tired to care right now.

He brings his hand back, now holding the pocket watch he gave me. "Just about 5 in the morning." I spring my body back forward again, staring right at him. "I've been here all night?" I ask, now afraid.

"You have, which is exactly why I woke you up. We need to watch the sunrise and get you back to L'manburg." I'm glad he woke me up, but what? I'm trying to recall what he just said, but I'm not sure if I even heard that right. "We need to what?" I question.

He chuckles. "I said, we need to watch the sunrise and get you back to L'manburg." My eyes travel down and it's only now, I realized what I slept next to all night. He is still very much in a turtleneck and I don't know how I didn't notice it earlier, but I do now.

I notice each and every crevice this mans chest has to provide. My eyes, slowly gazing lower to his stomach like lasers, running down his body, memorizing every part I like about it and putting it into my memory, throwing out any other information.

His turtleneck fits him well, as it covers his biceps so tightly, showing off every muscle and to know that just beneath that layer of clothing is everything I could imagine for only tempts me. And it's mesmerizing. He should really drop the hoodie, because I like this a whole lot more.

"Hey, you're talking to me. Not my abs." My eyes immediately shoot up and I think again. So that's what they are. Abs. I was thinking rock like muscle. "Sorry, can't help myself." I say, purposely showing off a cheeky smile, knowing he can't see it.

"Sorry, but maybe next time." He says and I immediately feel those butterflies again. Scratching against my insides, ready to burst out and expose every feeling I feel at this very moment. I look down in embarrassment, afraid that I won't be able to contain myself any longer.

I've never felt anything like this before and I don't know what it is, but I blame him. He reaches his hand out and brings it to my chin, tilting my head up to look at him.

"Watch the sunrise with me." He whispers, enough for me to hear. His face is only a few inches away from mine. And he moves his head to the side of mine, to the point where his mouth is just by my ear. "Please." He whispers.

It sends shivers down my neck and I only tilt my head to the side, giving it more room to move around. His breath is warm and I don't wanna admit it, but I like it. I like it a lot. The hand beneath my chin is warm too, which only makes me nervous.

I tilt my head back down and he releases his hand from my chin, now resting the palm of his hand on my cheek, tilting my head back up again. His lips are parted and I know it's his way of asking me again.

"Will you watch the sunrise with me?"

I nod and I'm sure my cheeks are hot. If I were Dream, I'd definitely feel it, so I quickly move his hand from my face, holding it in my lap instead, as I sit next to him, leaning against his shoulder, looking into the horizon as the sun starts to rise right in front of us.

I bite my lips, because I know what this means. I know what this sensation is. I know what these butterflies are telling me. And I know it's because of him. But I don't know if he's like this too.

I don't know if he feels the butterflies. I don't know if he gets that sensation around me. I don't know what he wants anymore. And I don't know if this will ever stop.

You're killing me Dream and I'm afraid to admit it, but I like it and I like it a lot.

<<Time skip>>

I walk back home and slowly open the door. It's too early for anyone to be awake, so as I sneak my way into my bedroom, there it is again. That same feeling I felt last night after he walked me home.

A lump in my throat, ready to scream out all my feelings. Only thing is, I don't what my feelings are. I don't know if what I think is what actually my heart thinks. I don't know if those really are my feelings or just my thoughts. I don't know what to feel or to think.

I don't know if I should even think or feel to start with.

You make me lose my mind, Dream, but I'll let you.