Meetup // DNF

20 - Beach walks

Thinking about stopping this story tbh

Btw, I'm thinking about renaming this story to "Green and the Blues" yay or nay?
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(Dream's pov)

I excitedly tell Sapnap about what happened about 10 minutes ago, when I asked George if he wanted to be my partner platonically. Sapnap seemed happy for me.

"You know, Dream, this may be a sign that George may like you romantically." Sapnap said. I smile, rolling my eyes.

"Shut up, George might hear. And no, I don't want to risk it. If I tell George I like him and he doesn't like me back, it will ruin our friendship! Everything would be so awkward between us." I reasoned.

"Speaking of George, where is he?" I ask, looking around at other people's Minecraft characters, searching for him.

"It doesn't show he's on here. He might have left." Karl said in a sad tone. "Oh.." I say quietly.

"It's fine, Dream. He probably had to go do something." Sapnap explained, but I just tune him out, thinking of all the possible reasons of why George would leave.

Maybe Sapnap was right, and George had to go do something. Or maybe, George got tired of me and everyone else.

I feel a sting from my eyes. I don't know why I'm getting so worked up over George leaving.

Maybe I shouldn't have asked George if he wanted to work on the community house. Maybe I should have let the moment be. Maybe I should have-

"DREAM!" I hear Sapnap call my name, tearing me away from my thoughts.

"Oh. Yeah?" I say, jumping back into reality.

"Dream." Sapnap says in a pitiful tone that makes me cringe a little. I was never good when it comes to people feeling sorry for me.

"You gotta stop overthinking it. He probably actually had to do something. He wouldn't just leave for no reason." He says in a serious manner.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Thanks, Sap. I think I'm gonna go now." I mumble as I leave the game.

I slouch in my chair, thinking I did something wrong- actually, let me rephrase that: KNOWING I did something wrong.

No one just leaves someplace for no reason. We were doing so well earlier.

I ruined it. I ruin everything. Why can't I just be good for once? Why do I chase everyone away? Not even professionals can explain this.

I should stop thinking about it. George probably had a good reason. I need to learn how to stop overreacting, because I seem like I'm obsessed with him. I-I promise I'm not..Please believe me.

I think about messaging him on Discord. Not to ask him why he randomly left, but to tell him I hope he's okay.

I click on his dm and start to message him, but then I stop. I should leave him alone. I personally don't like someone messaging me when I am in a bad mood, and George might be in a bad mood, so I decide not to message him.

I click off of his dm. I have the urge to hang out with some friends and have like a game night, but I don't really have any friends here. Sad, I know. But shut up, I know about 95% of ya'll can relate.

I decide to go out to the beach instead. I get up from my gaming chair, grab my keys, and go outside. I already have my shoes on, so no need to put some on.

Walking along the sidewalk, I see birds chirping, making a sweet little song. I like it when it's this peaceful. It distracts me from the horrid stuff that somehow happens on this planet.

I arrive at the beach. I go by the tide and sit down, taking off my shoes. I place my shoes beside me and let my feet get soaked. I close my eyes and just sit there, taking in the peaceful sounds.

I like coming here. Going to the beach always calms me down. I wish I could be here with my friends. And George..

I want to take George here when we meet up. He'd like it here. Of course I'll take him after he recovers from jet lag.

It's currently 10:37 am. Though it's early, I only feel a warm breeze.

I imagine George right beside me, holding my hand as we look at the sunset. If only George was here, and that it was actually time for a sunset.

I keep imagining, imagining of all the stuff when George visits. If George ever visits.

I hope it's soon. I really want to see George and Sapnap. The Dream Team would be together, and it would be magical. Like as if all the planets have alined. Or perhaps a perfect solar eclipse that just makes you want to scream with happiness.

I open my eyes and stare at the sand. I make little shapes in it with my right finger. A circle, a square, and a rectangle. On top of the shapes, I drew a smiley face, a weird shape that looked like a kid's version of a fire, and the figure of eight symbol. I smile at my little creation.

I look around the beach, seeing a couple of people here. The beach is never that busy in the mornings. Take a guess why.

The beach is actually so boring without going with somebody.

I get up and wonder the beach for a little bit, letting my feet take me where ever. I think about random stuff. Random stuff.

My mind wonders to boxes, then dirt, then myself, then homeless people.

Wait, why am I thinking of homeless people? I don't know myself sometimes.

Red.
Orange.
Yellow.
Green.
Blue.
Purple.

Who came up with the words of the colors? Why is red called red? Why is orange called orange? Why is yellow called yellow? Why is green called green? Why is blue called blue? Why is purple called purple? I don't know. I should look it up.

I get my phone, but it's dead. My dumbass forgot to charge it.

Ughhhh. I want the answers to my questions now before I forget them.

I toss my phone at the sand out of anger. I then pick up my phone again and start rubbing the back of it, where it hit the ground.

"I'm sorry, phone. I was just angry. I'm sorry." I say as I hug my phone for a minute.

I always say sorry to objects when I hit them. I don't know why I do it. Maybe it's because I feel guilty for hurting an object. To me, everything has feelings. Object or not.

I continue my walk on the beach. I'm a little closer to the water now, walking on the wet sand.

It's really peaceful here.

I haven't been outside in a while. But I think I might go outside more often, now.

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I had a stroke writing
the last part of this
chapter :p

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