"... And I love him. Though I hate that word, because I don't think it truly encapsulates how I really feel about him. The way I love him is not the way I love the weather, or video games, or the dog I saw on the street. But I do, love him."
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BEATRICE @busybee
"What do I say?" Sapnap huffed in frustration. Dream, Sapnap, and I were currently on a Discord call, trying to help Sapnap figure out how to talk to girls, apparently. It was near midnight, but neither of us planned to sleep soon anyway.
I groaned, leaning my head on my palm. "Dude, just say what Dream said like five minutes ago. That would've been fine."
"Okay," he paused. "Wait, what'd Dream say?"
A beat of silence passed before Dream spoke up, chuckling. "I don't remember. I speak like, I speak from the heart, Sapnap. You need to write it down while I'm talking. It's like, you know when wind passes— oh, George is calling me."
"Just add him here," Sapnap waved it off. "I tried texting that idiot earlier but he was asleep."
A discord chime was heard, followed by incessant screeching. A string of complaints flew throughout the voice channel.
"What are we doing?" George asked, seemingly more calm. I didn't know how he was so awake after just waking up.
"Hey ugly," I greeted, grinning as I waited for the response.
"What the heck?" He protested. "Hi, idiot. What have you been doing, looking for a new name to replace your dumb one?"
"... That was lame, George. Anyway," Sapnap brought the attention back to his predicament. "Look at the screenshot I sent in general. I don't know how to respond."
"I literally crafted you the perfect response earlier, but you just weren't listening," Dream continued to complain. I nodded, backing him up.
"It's true. It was the best thing you could have said."
"I was listening," Sapnap defended, a slight bang from his desk indicating he slapped down on it. "I was just so focused that I forgot to type it down while you were talking."
"Okay, but like, I don't keep a fucking transcript of everything I say," Dream scoffed.
"Shut up," George interrupted, surprisingly earning the silence he wanted in return. "Sapnap, you're an idiot."
"George!"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch. This is serious!"
"I am being serious!"
I rolled my eyes at their constant bickering, choosing to tune them out as I leaned in my chair comfortably. I had a throw blanket wrapped around me because Brooke likes to sleep in the literal arctic, while I tended to get cold easily. I liked to think being born in the Philippines also played a factor in how I got cold easily, but there was no science to back that up.
"— sell your ticket to Vegas."
"Vegas?" I piped up after hearing part of their conversation.
"Yeah, we're taking a trip to Vegas next week. Actually, we should meet up!" Sapnap exclaimed, his tone growing excited. "You're in LA, you could drive there or something!"
