[DISCONTINUED] mistaken messages || dreamnoblade

;;14 - 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨) 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠..

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conversation between you and killer man (techno)————————————————————————————

killer man (techno):
hey dream

you:
WOAH
wAh
you actually started the convo first!! 🥺🤩
oh my goodness
i feel so special

killer man (techno):
keep talking like that and ill also be leaving first

you:
wow
rude  😭😔
what did you need?

killer man (techno):
hhhh
uh
i was gonna ask if
we could call again maybe
only if you're available for it

you:
awe dude
ofc
feel free to vent to me
ill always be here, dw

killer man (techno):
hah
thank you
uh
this sounds silly but uhm
could you start the call
i just
i don't know if i can

you:
sure, hold up

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☎ you are calling killer man (techno)
hang up || voicemail
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When Techno picks up, the camera is facing away from his face, but I can tell he's upset from the light sniffles from the other side. "Hey, what's wrong?" I don't bother asking if he's okay, because he clearly isn't. It would only be more of a hassle for me to ask it, and I don't want to come off as a bother.

"Parents again," Techno says with a bitter laugh. I can pratically feel the suppressed hatred from here, and it's honestly suffocatingly sad. "Oh- dude, I'm so sorry. What can I do to help?" There's silence from the other side of the line, and for a second I worry that I've fucked up somehow, but then Techno responds.

"Just keep talking to me, I guess. Distract me. I don't want to think right now." "Don't we all," I give a light laugh as I think of what to do next. Talking to him should be easy, I just have to find a topic that won't accidentally trigger any not so good memories; which, wouldn't you know it, just so happens to be extremely hard, considering I barely know anything about him.

"Uh, well- did you know that there's this huge cross country tournament and everything next Sunday?" I say, fiddling with my hands so as to not let on how very terribly nervous I am.

"No," he says simply, a sign I take to move on from that topic.

"Wait, you go to A.E. Academy, right?" "Yeah." Another one word answer.

Wow, I'm really bad at making engaging questions.

"Isn't there like a swimming competition there next month or something?" "Oh, yeah. We're supposed to like do a bunch of fancy shit.. it's really overhyped, but it's fun cause I always win at least one gold medal." "Damn, what a flex." At least this topic is one he seems to enjoy chatting about, because I swear if it wasn't I would just lie down on my floor and die there.

"Care to tell me more?" My voice is steady, betraying how I really feel right now. Like honestly, Dream- get a grip! You're supposed to be comforting your friend, not panicking over how they percieve you. It doesn't matter what he thinks of you, what matters is that Techno needs help.

But obviously, because life hates me, the question still lingers either way.

"Well," he starts. "For one, I'm the reigning timed swim champion." "..I'm sorry but I have no idea what 'timed swim' entails." "Wow, ok nerd. Timed swim is basically where you're to complete a series of laps in an allotted time period. There's 9 laps in 12 minutes, each lap being 50 metres-" "50 metres? How are you even able to survive that?!"

At this, I can practically hear him rolling his eyes at me as he says, "Well, some of us take lessons for this, you know." I laugh at this, sticking my tongue out even though I know that he can't see me do it. "Whatever, typical highschool jock." "Okay, pissbaby." It's silent for a few seconds, and once again, I feel my doubts taking over- before Techno starts laughing, a sweet tinkling sound that makes butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"Can I come watch you?" "If you can find your way there." "Oh, shut up."

We basically sit there for.. about the entire rest of the afternoon, just laughing and talking about trivial things like school and extracurriculars, which somehow segways into Minecraft. Yeah, I don't know either.

It's about 5:30 or so when Techno hears his mom calling from his end of the call, and we have to hang up and say our goodbyes.

At least, I think I was able to help, if only a little bit.