10, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

This morning has been full of people mocking me. First, it was my Instagram Live.

The chat went crazy.

Because apparently if something remotely resembles a ship that they are desperate to see become canon, they combust. This song made them combust. If making #Dreamspen trending on Twitter wasn't enough, my chat just had to turn their back on me like this:

love song alert, love song alert, call t swift

dreamspen confirmed

y'all are all wrong........IT'S ABOUT BOB7

^^

I don't think I had anyone on my mind while writing it. I just thought the tune was funky and fun.

Grrr...

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@dreamwastaken

imagine bob7 picking host on you

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@bob7official

it is very rare

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@azzpen

SHUT UP DREAM

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@dreamwastaken

i told you it was a bad idea

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@azzpen

know what else is a bad idea? enraging me when you're on a flight to see me.

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@jschlatt

that's funny

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@tommyinnit

does this mean schlatt can come back to the smp?

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💜 💬 ✈️

this is my post austin show state

i made the right choice

might want to brush your hair before you see me

↳ heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don't know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it's my fault 😢 it's my fault 🤦🏻‍♂️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪 i think it's best 👍🏻 I put my heart ❤️ on ice 🧊

FIRST

↳ might not be able to see you soon but at least you're first :D

hahahahaha

↳ go away

pick up my call!!!!

you look stupid

you do not look stupid

someone get minx to shut the fuck up

so u and dream are actually meeting up??

↳ no, he's meeting my twin sister:(

woman crush everyday

...

"Be right back, ladies and lads. Bathroom break," I announce to my viewers, taking my headphones and heading (without showing my ass) out the door. Before I can let out the insane amount of build-up in my bladder after a three-hour stream, there is a knock at the door.

"Shit," I hiss, quickly striding over to the door. I open it to find Olive there.

She sighs. "Hi."

"Hey. Sorry I didn't call you back."

"Yeah," she says blankly, "that's okay."

"I'm in the middle of a stream right now. Just about to go to the bathroom."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I feel really bad though. Do you wanna, like, come in?"

Olive's mood brightens quickly. "And watch you stream?"

"Yeah, if you want," I reply with a smile. "I need the toilet, though, but make yourself comfortable. Sorry again."

She smiles back, coming in.

As soon as I shut the door, I race to the bathroom and having a satisfying time. I won't bore you with the details, but it was great. I wash my hands and my face -- from all that try-hard running and fighting in game.

When I'm finished, I walk out the door. Olive isn't there.

Maybe she's sitting in my streaming room?

I go over to the room, open the door, only to find Olive in my chair with my headphones on. She's seemingly talking to my viewers.

"Hi again George. Yeah, so, basically, we work together. I can't tell you where because, you know, but it's actually pretty fun. I saw her on the way to work, on the train, and I thought she was Azzpen from Twitch. I asked her about it later and she was like, 'Yeah, that's me.' I found out about her through Dream's tweets. I have this account called @oliveofthetree on Twitter and I post stuff about the Dream Team."

I narrow my eyes at the scene. "Olive, what are you doing?"

She flicks her head to me suddenly, her eyes wide with shock but her face still pissing with excitement. She grins brightly at me. "Woops. I've been caught," she chuckles, as though trying to be relatable. "I was keeping the chat company."

The fuck?

I blink. "Who were you talking to?"

"George and Sapnap."

Does this make up for not calling her back though?

"Right," I say, smiling.

She scratches her head sheepishly and stands up. "Sorry," she laughs.

"It's fine," I reply, sitting back down in my chair. "How are you all hanging in there, chat?"

After the stream, Olive and I order a pizza and share it between the two of us. I thought that eating something would stop her from talking about anything Dream Team related, but to no avail! She's like one of those dolls that talk when you pull the string, but some evil force has decided to keep pulling her again, and again, and again.

"That was so much fun," Olive says, collapsing on my sofa. She takes a swig of some water and grins at me. "Thanks for inviting me in. It was honestly one of the best nights ever."

"I bet," I murmur to myself, washing the dishes.

"George is so cute," Olive laughs. "He was talking to me about how he met you. He genuinely likes you, you know. So sweet. We only talked for a second but like, honestly, I would let him do--"

I dump the clean dishes on top of each other, creating a loud bang that interrupts her.

She cringes. "Didn't break anything, did you?"

What's better? Pulling my eyes out or hers?

"Olive," I say, turning around so our eyes meet. I keep my hands on the basin behind me, steadying myself.

Her eyes narrow slightly. "What is it?"

"I don't want to come off too harsh, but I'm an honest person so I'm just going to come out with it," I start. "When I said you could come in, I didn't think that you would go on my stream. You didn't even ask, you know? I don't think that's okay."

"Come on, Az," she mutters. "It was funny. The chat loved it."

"I don't think you're getting this."

"I'm not an idiot. I know what you mean." She runs a hand through her hair. "I just...I don't know. I thought it would be funny. I'm sorry."

I frown. "I didn't really find it funny."

"I said I was sorry," she whispers. "I don't think it's that big of a deal."

"Streaming is my thing, you know? It's also like a parttime job. If you're gonna talk to my chat, or talk to my boss, or whatever equivalent, I'd want you to ask me for permission first."

"Fine," she sighs. "Fair enough. I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"Please don't be mad at me," she whispers, frowning. "I really wanted to go to Brighton with you. I don't think a stupid fickle that we have should affect something that might not happen for a long time."

A stupid fickle.

I take in my bottom lip, thinking. Olive looks really guilty; she's stood up now and coming towards me. She envelops me in a hug.

I sigh, giving in and hugging her back. "Of course you can still come."

Later that night (like midnight), I lie in my bed, checking Twitter. Olive's gone home, but that doesn't stop me from being reminded of her. So many people have tweeted at me about Olive's story of us meeting, and she's gained thousands of followers since the stream on her stan account.

I can't lie to myself. It does feel off that she would promote herself like that, even if she's a little ditsy.

Will she be even worse when she meets the guys?

I really don't want to think anything bad about her. After all, she's my friend. Friends don't talk about each other behind each other's backs like that, even if it's just in my head. Olive is a real clutz and she doesn't get social cues sometimes; that's part of her charm. I bet she's just super excited--and I would be too, if I got to meet people that I watched like actors every day.

Maybe not actors. Clay isn't really an actor kind of guy.

I bite my lip, wondering what the guy looks like.

I guess I'll find out soon.

My heart thumps a little too hard at the thought. I start to feel jittery, like I'm nervous or something. I never get nervous. Well, I do. Sometimes. Recently.

Pulling up my camera roll, I look at the picture that Clay sent me of him as a kid. And the one with him in the batman suit? They make me grin every time.

My smile falters when Olive's shrill voice repeats in my ears:

So, do you like Dream?

I can feel my face getting hotter.

Well, it has been quite hot in the UK recently. Global warming can eat shit. That must be it. I'm not blushing.

Am I an idiot? What kind of eighteen-year-old denies everything that they're feeling?

You.

I groan out loud, scrolling up and up until I can get an update on Twitter. I've read practically everything already. Even Skeppy's awful tweets on his second account.

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@dreamwastaken

sorta but not really almost there. you ready, brits?

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I smile.

Like really smile.

'You ready, Brits?' What the hell is that? That's such a stupid caption. Not even funny. What an idiot.

Still made me smile though.

Shaking my head at my phone, I decide to answer him. It's the same answer to a question I've been up several nights asking myself.

replying to

@azzpen

yes

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