A/N: I just read a really heartwarming story and now I feel happy (pun not intended) enough to write stuff! So now I'll just jump right into it.
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Zak's POV
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I drove in my grandmother's big Toyota Fortuner, riding down the highway at a comfortable pace. My whole family is out of the house going on a vacation, and they purposefully left me behind...
Not that I care anyway! I have more important places to be, more important things to do. Like the thing that I impulsively decided to do right now.
It's something that I have been wanting to do for a really long while, and now I finally have a small tiny excuse to do it! Sure, it's rude. Sure, Dead Family member number 50X wouldn't be happy. But this is my day! My alone day! And that means I can do whatever I want.
Nothing can stop me now.
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Darryl's POV
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I let out a sigh of relief as I climbed into my bedsheets.
This had been a really stressful day. My roommate broke the container that had my father's ashes in it, and then afterward I had a stressful stream waiting for me. I had to use most of my paycheck to buy school supplies for my classroom, cuz I'm also a teacher, and afterwards, I learned that the crackers I was saving were all gone too!
I tried to focus on my breathing, but I just couldn't get my mind off of the day's events. I just wish that somebody could be here with me, to hold onto me and whisper supportive words into my ear.
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Zak's POV
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Dangit, another traffic jam...
As the clock in the car switched to nine, I let out a sigh. At this rate, I'm never going to see the one I love.
A saw cars start to move
"Finally..."
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Darryl's Roommate's POV, Let's Just Name him Trigger (I actually found this on a baby names site, I am not kidding)
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I smiled as I took a glance into Darryl's room. He was hugging onto his pillow pet tightly and I could see a few tears in his eyes.
While I am glad he took it well, I am a bit worried that he didn't kick my head off for breaking his dad's... container thingy?
It seems as if he takes in so much stress but, he barely gets any of it out. I'm starting to get very worried about him...
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Zak's POV
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Why did this guy park in my spot?!
!!!
I just wanna get some Coca Cola!
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Darryl's POV
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I stood inside a pastel-colored nursery, holding a little baby in my outstretched arms. There was a small blanket wrapped around it, hiding the front of its face from my view. Then all of sudden I could hear the baby crying and screaming loudly. I quickly turned its face over to me, wondering what upset it so much.
"What's wrong, little one," I asked it, cradling it in my arms as I tried to soothe it "it's gonna be okay." I could see little particles flying in the air.
The baby was disintegrating, it was fading away!
"NO!" I screeched, as I watched the face transform into flecks of skin-colored dust.
Tears dripped down my face, I could hear voices in the distance.
Nobody likes you...
"W-what?"
Nobody likes you.
I could feel myself trembling.
Nobody likes you!
Repeat after me.
Nobody likes you!
I stayed silent out of fear until the voices spoke again.
NOBODY LIKES YOU!
"N-nobody likes me!" I squeaked, curling up into a little ball in the corner of the nursery. As I closed my eyes I saw the pastel nursery start to fade away too.
"N-nobody likes me," I continued, crying into my sweatpants "nobody likes me..." As everything faded away that sentence played over and over again in my mind like a broken record. Only slowing down once consciousness came back to me.
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Zak's POV
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Why is this guy going SO SLOW! I am literally two feet from Darryl's house and this old man won't get out of my freaking way!
UGH! WHY!
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Trigger's POV
This is Darryl's roommate, remember?
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I was startled when I heard someone knocking on the door. Who could be doing that at this time of night? Are the girl scouts on fourteen-hour energy or something?
"Is Darryl here?" There was a short boy standing on the doorstep "I kind of drove across the state to see him, so I so hope I got the right house." He looked like a mess, his hair was covered in sweat and multiple food stains littered his sweatshirt.
"Yeah," I told him, recognizing him almost instantly "he's asleep right now, his room's upstairs at the end of the hallway."
My ship is finally coming together <3
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Darryl's POV
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I woke up from my dream in a cold sweat, shivering like crazy.
I know that it was just a dream, but that was super freaky...
I hid underneath my covers, wiping away the tears that just kept flowing. Worries filled my mind as I tried to go back to sleep.
"Nobody likes me..."
I began sobbing as I started believing the statement slightly. The stress of the past day came out in waves as I curled up as small as I could.
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Zak's POV
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I gasped quietly as I came closer to Darryl's bedroom. I couldn't let this stand.
I took light steps into the room as I silently brought myself to his side, I was ready to comfort my Darryl no matter what it took.
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Darryl's POV
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I squeaked in surprise when I felt a hand touch my back. I crawled up to my pillow and looked up at the trespasser.
"It's going to be okay," Zak whispered. I couldn't stop myself from latching onto him, letting even more tears escape my eyes. Our embrace only ended when he crawled onto the bed with me, but afterwards, I hugged him even tighter. After what felt like hours of crying, I spoke.
"Is it true?" I whimpered, trying to rub the tears from my eyes.
"Is what true?"
"A-am I really unlikable?" I could feel myself start to meltdown again as Zak's arms tightened around me. I looked up and saw a few tears in his own eyes.
"As a person who has lied before I can say that, that is the most liey lie I've ever heard!" I giggled at his reply.
"I don't think liey is a word, Skeppy." That's when I made a realization. "Wait, why are you in my house?" I exited his embrace and saw his grin widen.
"I had some free time, so I came." he told me, reaching up and rubbing my messy hair "And that's even more proof that your likable, no normal person would drive, like ten hours for somebody they don't like!"
"But gas costs money," I exclaimed, "I'm not worth all the work it probably took for you to get here!"
"Stop being silly," Zak giggled, poking me on the nose "to me you're worth more than fourteen sextillion dollars."
"That's not a real number, Skeppy."
"It so is!"
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Author's Note
This story is giving me such Twidash vibes right now!
Also, this is inspired by basically all the stories where Zak surprises Darryl by coming to his house!
I read recently that having babies in your dreams can be a symbol of your need to feel loved or whatever! Tell me if you want the link to the site, cuz for some reason this site won't let me copy and paste it in.
Havvvveeee a niccccceee dayyyyyyyyyyyyy bye
And tell me if I made any mistakes pls! All comments are heavily appreciated <3