nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

bed

SATURDAY:

12:35 am...

"SHIT!" Sapnap screams, nearly knocking the popcorn bowl over. We all flinch as a girl screams, the killer stabbing her over and over. "Sapnap, why'd you just do that? It wasn't even that scary." George complains, throwing him a pointed look.

I clutch onto Niki as we lay on her bed, our bodies practically stuck like glue to each other. The boys have laid blankets out onto the ground, throw pillows and random junk strewn out on the floor. "It was dead silent when she started screaming!" He protests, pointing at the screen.

As the camera pans out, showcasing the gory scene, we all groan. "That's it? She just dies?" I question, the end credits starting to roll in. "I wanna know what happens to her kid. Like, does he know his mom is dead?" Clay wonders. "He probably does, idiot. He must have snuck back in after his mom threw him out of the house." George argues.

Sapnap throws popcorn in his mouth, chewing it. "Anyone who has common sense wouldn't go back inside the house." As the three continue to argue about the kid, Niki taps my arm and I turn to look at her. "Is everything okay with Dream?" She questions.

I nod, trying to convince her. "Everything is fine." Her gaze lingers on me for a moment longer before she leans in closer. "I know that this isn't my business, but you should confront him. Putting up this fake layer of happiness isn't going to last long, and you know it." Her tone is soft, but her words are strong.

I nod, her words echoing in my mind. Niki leans back, offering a gentle smile. "Hey, so are we going to keep watching more movies?" George asks, glancing at us. Niki checks the time, sighing. "It's 12:40. If you guys want to watch in the living room, you can, but I'm so tired." 

As if on cue, Sapnap yawns loudly. "Shit, maybe I am too." He laughs, rubbing his eyes. "We should just go back to our rooms for the night," I suggest, and everyone agrees quietly. We get up, cleaning our mess. "Hey, I'm going to take the DVD box downstairs, alright?" Sapnap asks, picking up the small box.

Niki nods, throwing away the wrappers on the ground. "That's fine." When we finish cleaning, we all head to our rooms. Clay heads downstairs, claiming that he forgot something. Cinder dashes inside of George's room, meowing loudly. He laughs, and his laughter gets muffled as he shuts the door.

Sapnap yawns again as he shuts his door, and I head inside Clay's and I's room. When I get inside, I stretch, groaning softly. I shake my arms out as I dig into my suitcase, grabbing my pajamas. I head into the bathroom, setting my clothes and towel down. I strip my clothes, heading into the shower.

I shower fairly quickly, drying myself when I'm finished. I put on my black underwear, gray plaid pajama pants, and a black tank top. I then brush my teeth and do my skincare. I get out of the bathroom, heading inside my room. "If you want to shower, it's open-." My words falter as I look up. 

Clay is laying on the bed, wearing nothing but black sweatpants. A small Nike logo rests on the left side of his hip, and he's staring at the ceiling. He glances at me, nodding once. "Okay." I feel my mouth open, but nothing comes out. 

I quickly shut my mouth, my neck already burning from embarrassment. I probably looked so dumb. I hurry over to my suitcase, putting my clothes away. Clay still doesn't move as he taps his fingers on his thighs. I glance over, my face burning before I look away.

His body looks so fucking-. "I'm going to sleep." He announces, his tone sharp. I glance up, blinking. "Uh- okay," I respond, unsure what to say. Clay doesn't even bother to look at me as he throws the blankets over him, settling on his side.

"Good night I guess?" I question. After a moment of silence, I narrow my eyes. "You're not even going to shower?" Another beat of silence. I roll my eyes, walking over to the couch. I plop down, folding my arms. I close my eyes, hearing Clay get up. A thrill of victory shot through me. "Just so you know, if you took all the hot water, I'm going to throw a bucket of cold water onto you." He warns before walking out of the room.