-Fanboy~- [Dreamnotfound]

Chapter 7 - Lonely Boy

I dropped onto my mattress, my face shoved into the pillow.

God what the fuck is wrong with me?

My phone buzzed beside me before I picked it up and responded to the notification.

Dream:

Awhh did you forget?

Me:

I remember now

I pulled myself up, my legs crossed. My bed was a mess, sheets crinkled and blankets thrown off. My jeans from yesterday sat on the edge of the mattress.

Me:

Why does your merch feel so good?

I texted Dream subconsciously, still in a daze from what happened the night before.

Dream:

I bet it'd feel better if it smelled like me

Me:

You probably smell bad.

Dream:

Well, you'll have to wait

I'll bring extra hoodies in case you decide you like how I smell

Me:

I'll still take them

Just gotta brag to everybody that I have a hoodie worn by THE dream.

Dream:

Maybe can even brag that your boyfriend is THE dream

I set my phone down, deciding it was enough of Dream for a bit. I began to clean my room, getting ready for him to come over.

Before I knew it, it was an hour later. My room was already cleaned and I was working in the kitchen, throwing away all the old food.

I went up to my room and grabbed my phone, staring at Dream's message. It would be nice, wouldn't it? Being with Dream... to see his smile and to hear his voice right next to me... to feel him up close, to smell him.

I set my phone down on my bed and put on some new clothes, getting ready to go out to do shopping.

Walking down the stairs I grabbed my keys and went out to my car. I turned it on and pulled out of the driveway, making my way to the store.

Just on the way in somebody stopped me to take a picture with me. I smiled awkwardly as their mom took the picture before I waved good bye and continued into the store.

Me:

What do you like to eat?

Dream:

You ;)

Me:

Bruh

Dream:

Lmao sorry

Idc what whatever you want

Me:

Ok

I toured the shelves and got random things that I thought he would like. Most of it was just foods that Americans usually ate, and some mix of generic British foods.

I left the store, with thankfully only one fan interaction. It was always so awkward having them take pictures with me.. When I got back I started to put the food away before I got a call from my mom.