I tried to steady my breathing; there was a horrible ringing in my ears. George had left the call.

Quackity cleared his throat and with a serious tone, began to talk, "Dream I-"

"Sorry Quackity's chat. Guys I'll speak to you later," I quickly interrupted.

I hung up the call and slammed my fist against the desk. Quackity might have just ruined everything.

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The blinding sunlight tore through my blinds and spilled into my bedroom. I rubbed my bleary eyes and yawned. My computer was sat in front of me, along with all of my streaming equipment.

Why did I sleep at my desk? I thought.

I was desperately trying to remember how I fell asleep here, then my phone, which was on my bed, began to vibrate. Heaving myself out of the chair, I wandered to the other side of the room, picked up my phone and flopped onto my bed.

After unlocking my phone, thousands of notifications began popping up and being replaced by even more before I could even read them. I accidentally clicked on one that appeared on my home screen. It read:

Dream I'm so sorry about what I said earlier man, it was just a joke. It was supposed to be playful. Plz forgive me :(

The message was from Quackity.

At that very moment, all of the memories came flooding back: Jackbox, Quackity's stream, Rap Battle, George.

Before I had a chance to process the events of the previous night, Sapnap started calling me. I contemplated picking up but eventually I answered.

"Dream are you okay?"

"I don't know to be honest," I admitted.

"Dude you scared me, you disappeared for like 10 hours and didn't say anything!"

I glanced at the clock: it was 10 am. I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing I could always count on SapNap if anything happens, whatever the situation was.

"How is everyone reacting? Is it bad?" I asked not actually sure if I wanted to know the answer to those questions.

"Well..." he began, "After you left, Quackity just kept saying how sorry he was and just ended the stream. Your fans on Twitter were fine with it really just a bit concerned. And George..."

I winced at the mention of this name.

"George hasn't been in touch or spoken to anyone..."

I didn't talk for a few moments.

"I'm sure George is fine," SapNap assured me, in an attempt to make me feel better, "Maybe it's just a touchy subject for him."

With a long, heavy sigh, I agreed with him. George only broke the news about him and his boyfriend a few hours before the stream. Who knows, maybe he was just a little bit scared about how people were going to react and left the that's why he left the call.

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I am absolutely terrified. Ten hours ago, I left Quackity's stream and it was probably the worst thing i could do. After I left, I tried to go to sleep and forget about what had just happened.

Ezra and I had been dating for just over eight months. To be honest, it's been the best eight months of my entire life and I'm not having Dream or Quackity or anyone else ruining that.

I didn't want to tell anyone about Ezra and I: not Dream, not Sapnap, not the fans. No one. But to be fair, they had no reason to know. However, Ezra said it was for the best and talked me into doing it.

I literally had no idea how people would react as most fans like to ship me and Dream. Honestly, I used to enjoy seeing everyone doing it, but now... not so much.

I used to like Dream. When I say that I mean like like Dream. I mean of course I still like him, he's my best friend, just not in that way.

It was horrible when I had a crush on him. Every stream, he would flirt with me and compliment me and I assume it meant nothing to him but every comment, every remark added to the weight on my chest.

Then when I met Ezra, all that weight was lifted; it was like I could finally breathe again. I started forgetting the feelings I had for Dream until they were just... gone.

And it was great! I starting talking and streaming with Dream a lot more now I didn't feel awkward every time I was around him. All great until Quackity said those words...

'We all know you're jealous of George's new boyfriend.'

I sighed and buried my face into my pillow. The weight was back; pushing hard against my chest. Usually I would tell Ezra about how I'm feeling. But how was I supposed to explain to my boyfriend, who I assured to that I don't feel the same way about Dream anymore, about this.

My phone began vibrating. As I grabbed it and read the notification, I sat up straight. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears; my hands were clammy; my breathing was shallow.

Dream was calling.