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|Sapnap|

"Okay, uhm... try the black one." Dream motions to my closet from his place on my bed. I groan.

"Isn't that too much black?" I ask as I look in the mirror at the black jeans and white shirt on my slender body.

I had never really liked my body, but then again, I had never hated it either. I was grateful that I didn't gain weight as fast as some people, considering my diet consists of fruit snacks and apple juice. (same Gog's, same)

I always wanted to gain more weight, since I was small. I look at Dream in the reflection of the mirror. He had taken his shirt off so I could take it back and forth, using it as reference since It was green. He wasn't jacked, but he had visible abs. I was pathetic compared to him.

The only difference being that he actually had the motivation to work out, I didn't.

"George?" I jump a bit and turn around, looking at Dream, who was now sitting at the edge of my bed, his phone left on my pillow. He give me a worried look.

"Are you okay?" He leans forward a bit, sitting with his arms on his knees. I smile at him. "Yeah, just thinking, I guess."

It wasn't a total lie, I was thinking.

"About?" He raises his eyebrow at me, sitting back against the headboard of my bed. I sigh, knowing he won't let it go, before walking to sit down beside him. I glance down quickly to make sure there was a couple inches between us.

"Myself," I say, dropping my voice to a whisper at the end. Dream smiles at me.

"I hope they're happy thoughts." He puts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as if to ask me.

I hesitate. 'Uh- not.. Not exactly." I awkwardly smile and shift on the bed.

Dream frowns. "Why not? What were you thinking?"

"Just looking at you in the mirror... you- you're-" I try but just groan and stand up, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door to escape the conversation. I think he gets the hint, since he doesn't push anymore.

I sigh, quickly swapping my shirt for the black one Dream had suggested.

I walk out of the room, trying my best to keep my eyes foreward. I know he's looking at me.

"Mm, black looks nice," he mumbles before going back to his phone. I smile. I look at it for a moment in the mirror before finally changing back into the clothes I had started out in.

As soon as I walk out of the bathroom, Dream bombards me with questions.

"What do you like to eat?"
"Uhm, I lik-"

He interrupts me

"Do you like dancing?"

"Not real-"

I try, but am cut off by Dream's voice.

"Do you like camping?"

"I mean, I guess, I've only been a cou-"

"Okay, last question, do you like daytime or dark better?"

"Dar-"

"Im getting nowhere, can you answer my questions now?" He stares up at me and I just stare at him.

I sigh.

"I like pizza to eat, I guess." He types something before nodding, implying for me to continue. I think for a second.

"I don't really like dancing but im not opposed to it." He types then nods again.

"I've only been camping like... twice? Maybe three times." He laughs while he types.