Neighbors//dnf

Chapter 3

Dream walked around his apartment looking for his cat. It wasn't even under the cabinet in the bathroom or on the table in the living room where the cat is not even allowed to be.

"Patcheess" He called. He sighed and crossed his arms. He knew she was somewhere, and would be soon craving for food.

Suddenly he felt somd furry animal purring at his feet. He looked down and saw Patches circling his leg. Dream let out a relieved sigh and picked up his cat.
"Where were you, you stupid cat?" Dream said smiling. "You problaly dont even know what stupid means, you are just my cat" Dream said making himself laugh. He knew talking to his cat is pointless, like cats would talk to him.

Dream putted Patches down and she went straight to the bathroom, under the capinet. "Yeah sure go there and dont even try to hang out with me" Dream said sarcastically.

Dream walked to the living room, just finding out that the balcony door was open. "Ugh cmon, were patches on the balcony again?" He thought. He sighed and turned around seeing his cat walking to him.

He crouched down.
"Do you have something to explain?" Dream said while petting Patches head. "Okay then, but remember miss, that was your last time okay? If you do that one more time, i wont pet you in 3 days. Got it? Dream said pointing at patches.
Dream smiled and got up from the ground.

He went to close the balcony door, but suddenly a really good smell wafted inside the house. It smelt like bread? Often this house only smells like cigarettes and alchohol. And the cleaners dont give a shit about it. Something good for once.
"Smell that patchy?" He said smiling.

Dream stood in the balcony for awhile, watching the oak tree shook off its leaves. It felt like winter was coming early. Only tree months till new year. Time is going fast you know?

Dream felt guilty for not doing anything special this year. That was also what he felt last year. And every other year he has been living alone. He needed some support.

He has been going to therapy over 2 years now. For anxiety. Sometimes for his thoughts. He doesnt even know why he is paying for his mental help if it doesnt even help. They always say "Go get some fresh air" or "You dont sleep enough" That kind of shit.

Dream woke up from his thoughts to Patches meowing from the living room. "Yeah yeah im coming"

Dream poured some cat food to Patches cup, and then went to take a look in the fridge, if there was anything for him. "Shit.." He grumpled.  He closed the fridge, and looked at Patches.
"Dad is gonna go to the store really quick, i will be back soon" He said smiling and petted her head.

Dream grapped the house keys that was on the counter, and left the house.

30 minutes later

Dream walked to the main door and went inside holding two plastic pags full of food in his hands. He was about to use the elevator since he was really tired, but it said the elevator is broken.

Dream headed to the stairs and walked to the sixth floor. Dream sighed as he made it to his door. He took the keys from his pocket, but accidentally dropped them. "Cmon" Dream groaned.

He put the bags by his door, and grapped his keys from the floor. As he got up, he heard someone walking on the stairs. The footsteps echoed perfectly, and everyone could hear when someone was coming or leaving.

He took a quick look by his side eye and saw a brunet boy walking in the hallway, with a big box in his hands. Dream hasnt seen this man before so he assumed he was new here. And lived on the same floor?

The boy walked straight to his apartment, that was right next to Dreams. "New neighbor, cool" He thought. Usually his neighbor has been alchoholists drug users, but this man seemed nice.

He suddenly awake to a loud noice that was coming from his right. He turned his head real quick and saw the brunet on the ground picking up the box he just had in his hands. "Fuck" He heard the brunet say.

Dream felt akward stading there. Dream picked up his groceries and opened the door. Dream went inside, and closed the door after him. He heard the brunet boy close the door seconds later.

Dream putted the shopping bags on the kitchen table, and started to put the food in the fridge.

He didnt really feel like cooking, so he went to watch TV. Patches came to sit in his lap. "Guess what? There is a new guy. He lives on the same floor as us" Dream told patches. Only purring would be hear. He sighed and leaned back.

"Only if cats would talk, we would have the most deep talks" Dream smiled. He was happy to have a cat like patches. The effect of animals on people is very therapeutic.

Dreams eyes felt suddenly really heavy. Like something was digging them down. "I will close my eyes just for a second" He wanted to rest his eyes for a minute.

Well that minute escalated to 2 hours nap. He woke up feeling really weird. The TV was still on, roaring in the backround. He saw Patches sleeping on the couch.

Dream saw it was already dark on the window. He really has been sleeping long. Dream got up from the couch, and walked to the kitchen to get some water.

He drank a class of water, and putted the class on the table. He was really  thristy after this long nap. Ice cold water really makes difference.

He took a look down, to his clothes. He felt really dirty. Maybe a cool shower would be nice?

He walked to the bathroom, and took a look on the mirror. His hair looked funny and his eyebags looked extremly big. He stepped in the shower, closing the class door.

The cold water felt really nice. Drips of water splashed down to his body. He quickly washed his hair, because he wasnt in the mood for long showers.

He took a towel from the wall, and rubbed his face to it. He tied the towel around his waist, and went to the living room again.

Patches was sitting on the couch, and Dream went next to her. Dream sighed.
"Another really useful day." He said in frustration.

"Well its always tomorrow right?" He smiled.

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Gosh im so sorry for late publish:,) And yes i get it i get lt, i will make this more interesting in future chapters:) plus dont mind my shit writing its late