Friends or Enemies? |Dream x Reader|

Chapter 29 ~ It must be fate.

<<Y/n's POV time skip to next evening>>

The ball is in a few days, and each day that passes by feels almost like hell is coming my way. Like it's waiting for my arrival. And I dread for what will happen once I do arrive. The ball is no big deal, I try to convince myself. The wedding is what I should be worrying about.

But this ball is like a nightmare that lurks in my head not only during the night, but the day too. This ball is taunting me, reminding me that the wedding is only getting closer. This ball is making me doubt my brothers, my friends, and even Dream.

What if none of this works out, and I'm all alone? What if they just abandon this plan? And although I wouldn't mind if they did, seeing that there is no way in hell I would want them to blow up what we used to call L'manburg, but what if nothing works out?

What would I do then?

I can't put my trust into someone else's hands when I can barely even trust myself. Who would I seek out for? It only takes a matter of seconds before someone decides to throw the trust you had given them out the window.

Maybe I'm trusting the wrong people. I should've never entered these torn down walls of L'manburg. I made a mistake. This wasn't the happy ending I ever fantasized about. Because never did I think that one day I'd have to marry a buffalo.

I hear a few soft taps from my window, and I immediately jump out of bed and head towards it. I slide the curtain to one side and there stands Tommy. I smile, knowing that I'll never find a brother who is as optimistic and determined as him.

I open the window, but before I can grab his wrist he yanks it away with force. "I can get in myself, thank you very much." He says in a sassy sort of way. I chuckle under my breath, and take a step back. "Alright, I'll be on my bed." I say.

He watches me, as I head towards the comforts of my soft, cushiony sheets, and I lay down, crossing my legs, watching him, as he starts to struggle getting into the window. I try not to laugh, but it's hard not to.

He lifts up one of his legs, and I watch him as he has his period of trying to get through a 5 foot window. "Need help?" I ask in a sarcastic tone, trying to get to his nerves. If anything can make my day better, then it's this.

Watching my brother go through the 5 stages of grief, as he tries to sneak his way into my bedroom. "Just grab my hand, please." He says, and I stand up, chuckling to myself, knowing even this won't make him accept defeat.

I grab his arm, and drag him into the room, the same way I did last night, and then he's in. "See, told you I didn't need your help." I can hear him roll his eyes from behind me, as I close the window shut.

I turn around to look at him. "I practically carried you in, what are you talking about?" I ask, and he aimlessly walks around the room, touching random things he's probably never seen in his life.

"All you did was hold my hand for moral support, dumbass." I roll my eyes, knowing that isn't even near the truth. "Anyways, what is all this stuff?" He grabs something off my dresser, and brings it close to his face, eyeing the thing like it's a crystal.

"That's a tiny mirror." I say, sarcastically. He looks at me wide eyed with his jaw dropped to the ground like he just saw a ghost. "Is it actually?" He asks, and I roll my eyes for what feels like the 50th time today.