ambrosia - dreamwastaken

7

chapter 7
friday

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"why are you talking to punz?" is the first thing sapnap says when his brother picks up the phone.

he just rolled out of bed and was feeling like eggs so here he is, phone to his ear and standing over a smoking pan on the stove.

"hello to you too big brother. i've been alright, honestly, kind of stressed out. how 'bout you?"

"ryan..."

he can see the deep roll of ryan's eyes even though he can't see him.

"he dmed me. i wasn't gonna be rude." ryan answers, some shuffling heard on his side of the phone.

"you don't have to be rude, just tell him that you can't be friends."

it's not nick's fault. he just likes there to be a separation between family being family and internet fame/friends/supporters being just that.

"why though? who cares, nick. has the world ended in the past few days i've interacted with him? no."

sapnap let's out a sigh of defeat, "yeah, okay. why are you stressed, what happened?"

"u-uh, well the agency's um...wanting some pictures, you know, to get my profile ready on their website and database or whatever so it's really...just that yeah. nothin' else." ryan awkwardly tells him.

"dude you're always taking pictures. you're a literal fucking model, why is that stressing you out?" sapnap moves around his attempt at scrambled eggs, seeing the bottom of the one giant blob of yellow now a dark shade of brown.

"i don't know. just because. i-i feel like i won't have the photos ready in time," ryan tells him. nick takes the phone off his ear and sets it down next to the stove, quickly pressing the speaker button.

"can you like- not lie to me?" nick says as dream walks out of his room and into the mess that is sapnap trying to cook.

"fine! i don't...compare to the other people who work with them, nick," ryan says frustratingly, "like those people are models, and they know what they're doing, and how everything works."

dream quickly walks up to sapnap after seeing what was in his pan. the taller boy takes it off the stove, trying to hold in his laugh.

"i was doing fine," sapnap mumbles to him.

"what?" ryan asks.

"nothing. look i'm sorry you feel that way, but i hope you know that they obviously picked you for a reason," sapnap starts, putting both of his hands on the counter and leaning against them as he speaks.

dream tries not to appear like he's listening in on the boys' conversation. instead he trains his eyes on making sapnap's eggs better.

"yeah i guess you're right. it's stupid to be self conscious about it. just forget i said anything," ryan says quieter than before.

"ry, i didn't say it was stupid."

"no, i know. but it is kinda dumb. who am i to be complaining about this?"

"fuck!" dream yells as the rim of the pan burns into where he accidentally placed his wrist.

nicks head spins around to look at the boy holding his arm.