-Stuck Daydreaming-

Chapter 8

"Of course it is, princess."

Two dates in a row? I hadn't been on a date in a long time, unless you counted the mall date earlier. I wanted to look extra nice for our lunch date. I went to dig through the bags of newly bought clothes and tried my best to come up with a cute outfit.

I decided on a white wraparound crop top and some jean shorts. I slipped on some new sneakers that Dream had also paid for and tried my best to do my makeup. At last, I was ready. I pet Marie who was sleeping peacefully on the bed and left my room. Dream and Nick were sitting on the couch watching some anime.

"Hey guys! What are you watching?" I asked as I walked down the stairs. I noticed they both ogled at me which made me both self conscious but also a tiny bit confident.

"It's called Haikyuu. By the way, you're looking good, y/n," Nick replied before Dream smacked him across the chest making Nick gasp for his breath. I giggled and muttered a 'thank you' before sitting down on the armchair beside the couch the boys were sitting on.

"Sorry about that. But, he wasn't wrong. You look really pretty," Dream scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. I noticed a tiny flush on his freckled cheeks and ears. "You ready head out?"

"Yup, you ready?" Dream nodded and started to take our leave before Nick interrupted.

"Hold on. Where are you two going now?"

"We have a sushi date," Dream answered before taking my hand in his, intertwining them and walking me out the door.

Dream was holding my hand. Our hands were intertwined. Fingers laced together. His muscular and veiny hand engulfed my small one. And he was still holding it while we were walking to the restaurant. My heart was pumping faster than ever before. What was this rush? Was this a....

Crush?

Was I getting a crush on Dream? I already knew I was attracted to him, but a full-blown crush? Did I want to kiss him? Did I want to date him? I didn't know. I looked up at his face, those rosy lips of his. I subconsciously licked my own lips.

What the hell was wrong with me? Did I really feel this way about Dream? And did he feel this was about me? He did say this was a date, right? Was there a chance for us?

Before I knew it, we were in front of the restaurant. Kata Robata.

We were seated pretty quickly and ordered our drinks.

"So Dream," he looked up from his menu, "Why'd you stay on the phone all night while you were on a flight over here?" I remembered that he had stayed on our call the night I arrived at Nick's. At the time, I thought he just fell asleep on mute.

"Well, I did sleep for a little bit. And I also wanted to make sure you didn't have any nightmares. It was easier to check on you if I stayed on the phone," he confessed. So he was checking to make sure I didn't have any bad dreams. How much more precious could he get? "Any more questions?"

"So you came to Houston just.... to check on me?" I felt narcissistic for asking that. What if he wanted to visit Nick too? I couldn't have been the only reason he flew over.

"Kind of, yeah. We may have just become friends, but I like to make sure my friends are happy." Friend. Ouch. " And after hearing everything on the phone and feeling useless, I decided it would be better to come over and just make you feel better in person." So I was the only reason he came. That was a whole other level of kindness.

"How long have you watched me? Like my streams and stuff." We'd been following each other on Twitch for about a year, but never really talked. I'd watched his streams and videos here and there before. But up until a couple months ago was when I really started waiting daily for him to upload. I always wanted to be friends but between my social anxiety and my very toxic now ex-boyfriend, I never attempted to reach out.