-Fanboy~- [Dreamnotfound]

Chapter 4 - Gamer Boy

A few days passed and I didn’t get any texts from Dream. I asked him a couple times if he wanted to play but he didn’t even open the messages. He’s probably grounded. I thought, ignoring that he said his parents never really cared what he did in one of his streams. 

I tried not to think about it too much, but every time there was silence in calls my mind would always wonder. He probably hates me now. He won’t respond anymore, will he? He’ll just ignore all the notifications he gets and then block me when he’s sick of it. Thoughts hammered against my skull, only interrupted by… 

“George, you still there?” The person I was playing with asked. 

"Huh? Yeah I'm here." I responded quietly. 

"Ok, we're joining a bed wars game now, so get ready."

The match seemed like it took forever, just ending when the other team dominated us.

"I think I'm going to go off now." I said, my voice heavy with exhaustion. 

"Ok, ok, see you." He said as I left the call and turned off my pc. 

I stared lifelessly at my phone, as if expecting the little ghost icon to pop up on my command. 

I looked over at my bed, unmotivated to get out of the chair. The air was pretty cold for early November, but I was still sweating. 

I set my phone down on the desk and leaned back in the chair, rubbing my hands over my face. My eyes began to droop..

My phone vibrated, automatically waking me up. To my demise it was just a text from Nick. I opened it anyway. 

Nick:
Hey do you have a PC yet?

Me:
Yeah.

WAIT SHIT I ACTUALLY SENT THAT. I went to delete it but it was already too late, he was typing. 

Nick:
Dude we should totally play some time. Also go to fucking sleep it's like 3 am. 

Me:
Yeah sure whatever.

Nick:
Good night, babe.

Me: 
stfu

I can’t believe I actually replied to him. He was just some straight middle schooler who didn’t know any boundaries, why did I even talk to him in the first place?

I fought the urge to stay on to chair forever and stood up to plug in my phone and go to the bathroom. I came back into my room and saw how messy it was. Guess I have an excuse to not play with him. I carefully got into my bed and pulled the blanket up to my torso. I already had a sweatshirt on, so I felt it was enough.

I stared up at the ceiling, the exhaustion I felt earlier nearly dissolved. I didn’t want to do anything but lay there, though. It gave a unique comfort I’m not sure I felt before. It’s like I melted into the blankets, mattress, pillow, and just… floated there. Like it was a calm never ending ocean, and I was in the center of it, staring up into the night sky.

But none of that was actually happening. I was just a skinny boy in a unmade bed who felt heartbroken by a boy I barely knew. I don’t even know his name. I can’t have feelings for him. The words danced around in my head, interrupting my vision. 

But why did I always blush when he said my name on stream? Why do I always think of him? Why do I constantly want to talk to him? My headspace became more and more crowded. 

No. Everybody shut up. You don’t like him, this is just normal for friends, and you’re not used to it. A new voice interrupted, louder than any of the others. I lied there, surprised, before darkness drowned me.