safeguard - dream and technoblade

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DREAM'S POV
We part our ways into the sunset and I know it's fine. Everybody's houses are fairly near and nothing should happen. Even with that in mind, I can't help but to be anxious. It's a premonition that holds no actual meaning; just the nerve-racking anxiety I keep to myself. The thought reassures me slightly.

As soon as I arrive home, I immediately go up the stairs and into my room, ignoring the concerned shouts from downstairs. I don't want to deal with Mum right now. I know it's selfish but I can't help it! She treats me like I'm a toddler, like I'm weak and it's so frustrating and embarrassing!

She underestimates me and I know she only has good intentions but it's hard to see rationally when all you want to do is shut out the world.

I chuck my bag in the general direction of the desk before I flop onto my bed. It's refreshingly soft and I let myself get comfortable, sinking into the blankets. I take out my phone, checking my social media, WhatsApp and whatever other notifications I have.

I scroll through WhatsApp, nobody's messages particularly standing out except George, Sapnap and surprisingly, Techno. I go through George's first.

Gogy

Add snow men to your bucket list

and lets go see the new movie in the cinema

I smile at the messages as I make a mental note to add that. I reply with a snarky comment.

and my bucket lists says ill get one of you to confess by the end of the year

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

It's funny how things work. I had a crush on George when I was younger but that slowly subsided when I realized I wouldn't always be here. I can say something though, Sapnap has always had a mild crush on George and it seems like George has finally realized it. It's an unspoken law, we don't mention it with all three of us there.

SappyNapkins

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Mum wants to know if your mums up for movie night with georges mum too

and also goodnight

I give a small frown. I could just tell Mum about the invitation via text but I want to tell her in person. I set the thought aside for later.

I leave my comfort to go sit at my desk. I pull out a spare, new notebook from a drawer and write in big, plain letters, 'bucket list'. I have this fun idea that in the first few pages, I write down my bucket list and after that, I write about what I did for the idea with dates and all.

I keep writing, motivation practically fueling me, for another good fifteen minutes. I get interrupted by a gentle knock on the door, followed by the soft clang of a tray being placed onto the ground. I listen, footsteps slowly receding before I take a peek from inside.

There's a warm meal waiting for me, steam still rising from the dish: two, nicely-cooked sausages, a pile of smooth mash, peas and for dessert, some orange jelly with small chunks of fruit.

I take the tray to my desk, pushing aside today's work. I eat the meal in silence, occasionally prodding at the food with my fork. I eat for maybe thirty minutes. I spend the rest of the afternoon doing nothing in particular, the motivation from earlier seemingly vanished.

I look over to my clock and opt to sleep a little earlier than usual today. I head to the bathroom where I take some more medicine, brush my teeth, wash my face and go back to my room the moment I'm done.

I change out of my hoodie and school attire, slipping on a much comfier set of pajamas. I slip into my duvet, and with the simple click of a button on my phone, the lights are off.