A Part Of Me // Dreamnap

Sapnap got up for the first time since George blocked him.

He made his way down to the living room, standing in the sunlight which slipped past the blinds. He stretched back, raising his arms as he did so.

He looked around; he had nothing to do. He doesn't know why he got out of bed, in all honesty. It wouldn't hurt for him to get up, though.

"Go out," his mind screamed at him.

But he wouldn't do that, he knew that well.

Instead he stood there in the middle of the living room, thinking of what there was to do.

What appealed to him most was the idea of just going back to bed and pushing aside his thoughts to a later time, but he didn't want that deep down. He wanted to hang out with others, he wanted to speak his mind.

He had no one to speak to, though.

Everyone who knew had an issue with him, and he's beginning to acknowledge that it's rightfully so.

But then a name popped into his mind.

He was sure that if he told them, he'd be just as disappointed and upset. But he wanted to talk, he needed someone to listen.

So he sat on the couch, letting his legs stretch out. He pulled his phone out of the pocket from his shorts, unlocking it and going to his contacts for what felt like the millionth time.

He scrolled down before clicking the contact, hitting the call button without hesitation.

It continues to ring before an excited voice answers the phone.

"Hey, Sapnap!" The voice says from the other side of the screen.

"Hi, Quackity."

"What's up. I feel like we haven't talked in a while. We should really stream together, you know. I feel like the fans would—"

"Quackity," Sapnap interrupted. "I have something important to talk about."

Quackity clears his throat, "My bad."

"Just— promise me you'll listen. And promise you won't leave me immediately." Sapnap said.

"Woah, what's wrong?" Quackity asked, confused by the sudden words of the brunette.

He took a deep breath, "A lot." Sapnap replied.

"Almost everything is wrong, I fucked everything up," his breath caught in his throat.

This was so fucking stupid.

"Okay okay, um. You can talk if you need to," Quackity said.

"Promise me what I asked you to," Sapnap replied, desperate for him to listen, for any sign that shows he won't leave.

"I promise I won't leave. I'll listen," Quackity replied in a clear, soft voice.

So Sapnap started. He told Quackity everything. How he cheated on Dream, how Dream confronted him, how Dream left, how he lost George, how Karl hates him — how he messed everything up.

Quackity stayed silent as he let Sapnap ramble. He didn't want to interrupt, just letting the other speak what he needs to say. And he'll do what he promised: listen.

"And I want to fix things Quackity— I just— I don't know how," he admitted.

His knees ended up at his chest by the end of his rambling, and his head hung low, resting on his knees.

"That was.. a lot, Sapnap." Quackity said, huffing a bit.

"I know," Sapnap whispered back.

"I'm— I'm not proud of you, for doing what you did to Dream." Quackity said, voice stern.

Sapnap nodded, even knowing that Quackity couldn't see him through the screen.

"But," Sapnap was surprised when he heard the word come from the other. "I'm proud of you for telling me."

Sapnap felt a bit of hope spark in his chest when Quackity said that.

"You have to let Dream take his time. Don't rush him into anything," Quackity said, words careful. "Don't question what he does unless it's hurting him, just let him be." Quackity advised.

Sapnap hummed.

"But, when the time comes, when he comes back," Quackity paused finding the right words to say. "You need to show him that you love him. You have to prove to him that it's worth giving you that other chance."

"And what if he doesn't love me when he comes back?" Sapnap whispered, his voice becoming highly pitched as he whispered more.

"Then if you really loved him, you'd let him be happy. You let him let you go."

Sapnap went silent.

"Do you understand?" Quackity said.

Sapnap cleared his throat, speaking louder than he was before, "Yeah, I get it."

"Good." Quackity responded. "Now I need to go, but know that I'll be here if you need to talk. And try and keep your distance from him, for now. Okay?"

"Right," Sapnap said.

"Alright, later dude."

Quackity hung up the phone.

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Karl looked at Dream with question in his eye, "You don't drink, do you?" He asked.

Dream shook his head. "Never have, no."

"Right," Karl says slowly.

He stands up from the couch and walks over to the kitchen; Dream doesn't pay attention.

Karl reaches up towards a higher cabinet, grabbing a large, clear bottle.

"Would you like to try?" He asks.

Dream suddenly forgot what they were talking about. "What?"

"Drinking. Do you want to try." Karl says, repeating his question.

Dream looks over to where Karl stands, holding a large Ciroc bottle filled with vodka. It was unopened.

Karl holds the bottle up higher, "I have other drinks too. Beer, wine, anything. We could just have fun drinking, if you'd like," Karl says with a smile.

Dream contemplates for a moment.

He was supposed to share his first drink with Sapnap on his upcoming birthday.

But, things have changed since they made those plans last year. Big things have changed.

"Yeah," Dream exhales, and excited smile beginning to grow on his face.

He stands up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen island. Karl's lips curl up even more as he see's the blond approaching.

He turns back around for a moment, reaching back up to the the cupboard to get two small glasses before placing them down and letting the glass clank against the marble countertop.

They were shot glasses.