|| dream x reader || (the youtuber)

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i open the door with quiet feet, not wanting to scare my mom. she's sat at the kitchen table with her phone in hand.

"oh, i was just about to call you," she says.

"yea sorry, we left a little early." i say with a smile.

"um, pack some snacks, a pillow, and grab some for clay." she's already inviting clay.

"alright, i'll be in the car in a few minutes," i try to sound gentle and go get the supplies while clay and my mom greet eachother. i don't know how i'm so calm right now, i guess talking to clay about this helped me gather myself. i go back to the living room where my mom and clay are, i see my mom staring at clay. not with hatred, with love, like he's her son. "uh mom," she looks at me, i could tell clay was a little uncomfortable.

"you got everything?"

"yea," she nods and we get to the car.

"you deserve a little explanation," she says once we've gotten settled in the car. before she can go on, i tell her,

"mom, i need to say something first," i look in the back seat to get approval from clay, and he nods his head. my mom waits, glad she doesn't have to explain right now. "i know everything, me and clay do." she makes a face.

"huh,"

"me and clay, kinda... time traveled?"

"we basically went back in time," clay's voice comes from the back seat.

"what?" she says not believing us.

"i know why we're going on this trip." i say, she waits for me it explain. "jonas," her head cocks to me, like i just did a magical spell right in front of her.

"how?"

"i don't know,"

"no, that's not possible," she tries to force herself to not believe it. i don't know what to say, and neither does clay.

"then how do i know about jonas." i say, looking at her. she looks at me for a split second before shaking her head and staying silent.

it was silent for 30 minutes. i either looked out the window, or texted clay. i could talk to him, because he's in the car with me, but it was silent, and it would be weird to suddenly talk.

i heard clay lightly laugh as i texted him 'send booty cheeks'. he send the peach emoji, which i lightly laughed like he did.

"what are you kids doing?" my mom smiled.

"your daughter is being inappropriate," his smile is heard.

"what?!" she quickly looks at me. a sudden burst of laughter escapes me.

the rest of the ride was more comfortable. we pointed out cool artifacts as we drove by, made some jokes, and made pee stops. until we arrived at a broken and beaten house.