❝ My first impression of
Dream? He was a dick. ❞
In which a streamer doesn't get along with the most famous Minecraft player, but gets along well with his best friends who try to make them like each other.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE. ✧ ೃ༄ ❝ HER SILENT CRIES FOR HELP. ❞
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"No! Ay, ma, siempre, siempre exageras la situación... No, yo no se porqué no me—" [translation: No! Ay, mom, you always exaggerate the situation... No, I don't know why you—]
It was a day after Angelica confessed to Dream. So far, it hasn't been awkward between them. They were still treating each other the same as before and Angelica was relieved that Dream treated her the same way before her confession.
"What is she saying?" Dream whispered to her as he sat on the chair by the island table while eyeing Angelica's stress posture while she spoke with her mom.
Angelica quickly muted herself as she heard her mom speak with her aunt in the background. "She's blaming me for uploading a video of her yelling at me at the party. But, the account isn't mine! It's clearly one of my other aunts because her name is on her Facebook account."
Unmuting the call, Dream continued watching the girl. She started to pace, a frown on her face with one of her arms crossed over her chest. She continued speaking to her mom, getting irritated and angrier by each passing second.
"Pero si allí puedes mirar que la cuenta no es mía," Angelica tried speaking softly as if she was speaking to a child. Well, she basically was since her mom was acting like one. "El nombre y el apellidó es de mi Tía Martha. Tiene fotos de ella misma... Yo no le di el video. ¿Como se lo voy a dar si allí me puedes ver en el video hablando contigo? No, ella lo tomo porque es bien chismosa." [translation: But you can see that the account isn't mine. The name and last name is my Aunt Martha's. She has photos of herself... I didn't give her the video. How would I give her the video if you can see me talking to you? No, she took the video cause she's nosey.]
"Ang—" Dream tried telling her to hang up, knowing that she was getting even more worked up as she continued talking to her mom.
"Siempre yo," Angelica continued arguing, an angry look now on her face. "Siempre a mi me echas la culpa. No más a mi... No, mañana te hablo... No, bye." [translation: Always me. You always blame it on me. Just me... No, I'll talk to you tomorrow... No, bye.]
Angelica hung up and let her head hang out of frustration. She later sighed, knowing how mentally draining it was to even argue with her. She waved her hand around, shoulders dropping.
"I'm going to my room. Please, don't follow me."
Angelica walked away, feeling her eyes burn with tears at hearing her mother's voice in her head. She felt like she was back to her 9-year-old self again where she would muffle her sobs as she walked towards her room. She used to always do that so her parents, especially her mom, wouldn't get mad at her.
