Feeling For You (DNF)

Chapter 4: I Can't Control It

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Word Count: 4010

For this chapter, I recommend listening to Bones by OneRepublic or Sunroof  by Nicky Youre & Dazy. Enjoy! 

This chapter has an obscure piece of Southern American folklore mentioned, at the end of the chapter there will be a link with more details if you're interested!

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: There are only a few minor warnings for this chapter, but if you want to preview them just in case, they'll be listed at the end of the chapter, like last time! 

My stomach growls loudly, and Sapnap explodes into hysterical giggles. 

I glare him. "What?" I say defensively, crossing my arms. "I haven't eaten since breakfast. I'm allowed to be hungry." I walk faster, irritation giving me a boost of energy as I walk through the car park towards Sapnap's shiny grey Tesla. 

Dream starts to laugh with Sapnap, and I turn my death glare onto him as well. "Dream! You're meant to be on my side!"

He holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Sorry, sorry. I just-" He doubles over, wheezing slightly. "I can't control it." For just a moment, his expression dulls, and I see a glimpse of something behind his eyes. Sadness? Guilt? Worry? 

His expression returns to normal in a millisecond, leaving me wondering if I'd imagined the momentary flash of emotion. 

Sapnap's guffaws fade slowly, and he pivots to face me. "Okay, okay. You're allowed to be hungry. Let's get burgers, or something." 

I nod excitedly, brimming with enthusiasm. "Oh, yes! Burgers are such an American food, and I do live here now. They'd be perfect, right, Dream?"

He sighs. "Well..."

I make my best puppy-dog-eyes, and push my lower lip out in a loose pout. "Please?" 

His eyes widen, taken aback by my expression. "I- uh-" He is obviously flustered, and the part of me that enjoys messing with him soaks up a hint of satisfaction in that fact that for once, I'm the one making him blush. 

"Pleeease?" I carefully drag out the vowels, and peer at him hopefully. 

"Ugh, fine. Burgers it is," he relents, rolling his eyes. 

Is it my imagination, or is Dream blushing? 

Sapnap scoffs. "Simp."

"Sapnap!"

"Well, you are!" He shrugs, like what else is there to say, and unlocks the car. 

Dream splutters. "I'm just being nice! It's George's first night here. And besides, you wanted burgers too." Grumbling under his breath, he slides into the drivers seat, gesturing for me to take the passenger side. In all honesty, I  had completely forgotten that American cars were flipped, and had been about to get in the drivers seat. 

"Oh come on, I called shotgun!" Sapnap pushes me out of the way, and we wrestle for a moment, both of us screaming wildly. "My car, my rules!"

Dream joins in, jumping out of the car and running over to us, the echoing peals of his laughter sounding lovely in the acoustics of the car park. Late evening sunlight catches the blonde in his hair, making it shine like gold. 

Shockingly, I find myself wanting to kiss him. 

But that would be embarrassing, especially after what just happened at the airport. I had gotten so carried away in the moment that I'd completely forgotten that Dream never means it when he flirts. The adrenaline rush from meeting him almost caused me to do something stupid, something that probably would have ruined our friendship.