This morning, I wake up with only one thing on my mind. Nick.
I wondered what it would be like if we had kept in touch. For one, I wouldn't be famous. Maybe, Nick and I would be together by now. We'd had confessed feeling to each other over a late night phone call. We'd laugh and talk about how we should have confessed sooner.
I hate the way my apartment looks. I'm tired of the bland, lifeless look.
My phone dings.
Dream: is sapnap with you??
Me: no why?
Dream: he didn't come home last night. He won't answer calls or texts
Fuck.
I grab my keys without thinking open my door.
I shouldn't care right now. In fact I should say that it's no longer my problem where he is or if he's okay.
But I couldn't bring myself to not care.
As I step out of my apartment, I kick something.
A person.
"Why the fuck?" He exclaims, sitting up and rubbing his head.
"You asshole." I cross my arms. "Dream was worried about you. You never texted him back."
"My phone died." he stands up.
"What are you doing out here?" I ask.
"Did you listen to a word I said last night?" He steps back. "I told you I wanna work things out."
"So you think spending the night at my door is gonna win me over?" I roll my eyes.
He shrugs.
"Follow me." I sigh.
He does, no questions asked.
We both hop into my car, and without saying a word to him, I drive to Dreams.
We jump out at the same time, and when we get to the door, sapnap pulls out his keys and unlocks it.
I walk in first. "Dream!" I yell.
He comes running, George close behind. The twos shoulders visibly drop. "Jesus fuck Sapnap." George mutters.
"You scared us to death." Dream says. "Seriously."
"He sat outside my apartment all night." I inform them.
Nick rolls his eyes. "I just wanted to make things better."
"Don't you think you've done enough?" I turn to him. My eyes were cold.
It didn't matter what I was feeling on the inside. On the outside, I looked like I wanted him dead.
Though, deep down I wanted to accept his apology. I wanted things to go back to how they were. Maybe this time we actually fall in love like I thought we would two years ago.
He shakes his head. "You're a real asshole now, you know that?" He steps closer to me.
I scoff. "I wonder why." I ball my hands into a fist because if I didn't, I'd slap him. Or, I would grab his face softly and apologize. Hopefully the first one.
George walks over and steps between us. "Just fucking stop."
It was rare to hear George cuss this much. He was really serious.
"You're wasting your time arguing. Either apologize, or shut the fuck up." He tells us. "It's too damn early to be putting up with a lover's quarrel."
"That's not what this is." Nick says. He gave up and eventually walked off.
