I've decided to stream messing around in minecraft on the dsmp for a while today. Yes, they finally convinced me to join it after all that time of assisting in the lore. Granted, I'm not sure I would've joined, but George and Wilbur convinced me not too long ago.

"What are you doing?" I ask George as he twerks his way up some stairs, you know, as one does.

"I'm going up the stairs," he says as if I'm dumb.

"Why are you twerking on them though?"

"What are you talking about, Maia?" he asks, "This is how normal people go up stairs.

I snort. It was a bit of an accident since I try not to snort onstream, but chat doesn't say anything.

"I've never seen anyone else do that before," I say after a second.

"This is so normal." George struggles not to laugh, but there's most definitely a smile on his face behind the screen. "I see this all the time."

"You should try to do that irl," I suggest, "Make it a tiktok."

"He'd probably get banned," Dream mumbles. I almost forgot he was on vc with us. He hasn't slept in like thirty hours, so while he's here, he's barely awake.

"That's because Tiktok has something against me." George scoffs.

"You're just too pretty." Dream mumbles once again.

I roll my eyes. Even in half-consciencessness, he's flirting.

George just scoff without a response. I just sit there quietly, letting it get awkward. Dream chuckles a little at the uncomfortableness on stream right now when a loud voice blares through our headphones.

Collectively we all wince as TommyInnit yells at me.

"DID YOU SERIOUSLY MEET UP WITH WILBUR BEFORE MEETING UP WITH ME, MAIA?"

I just laugh a little. I notice Wilbur joined the vc as well, meaning he knew what was happening.

Usually I would be more concerned with him spilling that much information on my personal life on stream, but Wilbur and I both agreed that it would be funny to bring it up on stream. Guess now's a good time as ever.

"It was an accident, but yes," I reply calmly.

"Wait, what?" Dream asks, "George, did you know about this?"

George hums a reply that he did. Of course he does, he was the first person I called when I drove home.

"Why didn't you meet up with me?" Tommy asks, "I'm just as cool as Wilbur, maybe even cooler."

"Ehh, I don't know about that," Dream says, pretending to debate. He seems more awake after the loud noises.

"Shut up, Dream."

"Hi Wilbur," I say, ignoring Tommy now.

"Hey Maia, long time no see." He's messing with the chat.

Two can play at that game, Wilbur Soot.

"I know right? Probably a little too much time, right?" I ask, hinting at another meet up. We haven't really talked about it, but I know I have plans to visit my Dad within the next month.

"Probably," Wilburs follows me lead, "but we could always change that."

"We really could." I pretend to think for a second. "..but we probably shouldn't."

"You're right, it could change your facelessness."

"What in the world is facelessness?" Tommy interrupts the bit.

"That's what I was wondering," George agrees.

"I wouldn't want my facelessness to start fading or something," I continue Wilbur and I's conversation.

"We'd have to keep the meet up small."

"Can I go?" Tommy asks.

"No, it's for the big kids, Tommy," George says in a jokingly stern voice.

"Who said you were going, George?" I laugh.

"Me. I've seen both of you," he states matter-of-factly, "It only makes sense."

I suck air through my teeth quickly for dramatic effect. "But three's a crowd, sorry."

"Maia has a point," Wilbur agrees.

"No, three's a party," George argues.

"It's definitely not."

"Yeah, George, you're wrong," Tommy joins the conversation again, "You're not going because I'm going to be the third person in the party."

"No, Tommy." Wilbur sighs.

"I have an idea," George says, "What if we kick Maia out, and the three of us go?"

"What about Dream?" I ask, trying to not get kicked out of my own meet up. I doubt Wilbur would let that happen, but I wouldn't put it past George to try.

Wilbur and I have formed a different friendship than George and I have.

George and I have known each other for forever, basically our entire lives, and we treat each other like siblings. We fight and argue. We banter back and forth. Wilbur and I banter too, and we've had a couple arguments, nothing serious.

But Wilbur and I talk about things a lot more. How we're feeling mentally and physically. We talk about the ins and outs of the world, and how we think it spins. It's an open space to talk about anything and everything, or nothing if that's what we're in the mood for.

Don't get me wrong, George and I do that too, but it's a little more rare. It usually happens around bigger events in our lives or drama, not our everyday little conversations. I actually like that I have a mix of friendships with both of them. It keeps things interesting. It makes my life more lively.

"He's in America like a loser," George tells me, "Plus, I think he's asleep."

I hum a reply incoherently. I think he fell asleep a while ago despite the noise from the call. Maybe his headphones are off or something.

"Then the three of us then," Tommy says proudly, "Me, Wilbur and Gogy."

"Three is still a crowd," I repeat myself.

"Yeah, I don't think you're getting the point," Wilbur agrees.

"Three is a party. We're going to have fun, trust me Maia." Tommy laughs at his own jokes. " I am so much fun."

"Oh I bet you are at a sober seventeen."

"Wow, low blow." Tommy scoffs, clearly not having a comeback. He resorts to arguing again. "Three is a party, and that's what we're going to have. Without you."

"Three is a crowd, not a party."

"Three's a party."

"Two's a party, three's a crowd," Dream mumbles, taking Wilbur and I's side of the argument.

We're quiet for a moment, waiting to see if he has more. Wilbur and I soak in our victory.

"Four is a gathering," George says after a bit of time. I furrow my brows at his sudden change of sides.

"That makes five a fiesta."