CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE. ✧ ೃ༄
❝ UNBLOCKED STORY-TELLING. ❞

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Angelica  @angelicarosas
Replying to @dreamwastaken
There I liked, retweeted it, and
replied. I also unblocked you

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dream  @dreamwastaken
Okay, now I'll unblock
you on my other account

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Angelica @angelicarosas
Crap I forgot to unblock
you on my priv I forgot

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dream  @dreamwastaken
You had me blocked in
two accounts? ☹️

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Angelica  @angelicarosas
Yes.

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Why aren't the two
assheads answering?
Sapnap • 4:33 PM ✔️

ITS BEEN HOURS
Sapnap • 4:33 PM ✔️

Ang??
Quackity • 4:33 PM ✔️

Dream??
Quackity • 4:33 PM ✔️

Where are they?
karl :) • 4:33 PM ✔️

Probably making up
and kissing 😏
Sapnap • 4:34 PM ✔️

Theyre not even arguing
against it omg 😭
karl :) • 4:34 PM ✔️

They're smooching 🥲
George • 4:34 PM ✔️

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"I want to fly to the sun."

"Why?"

"Because I want to burn."

Dream looked towards Angelica as they were lying on a blanket. They had set up a small picnic in the backyard and since it was 4 in the afternoon, the sun was still out and they were just staring up.

"You want to burn?" Angelica hummed and he stared at her before shrugging and letting out a sigh, staring up at the sky again. "Are you feeling a bit better compared to yesterday?"

"I mean, yesterday I took a shower and brushed my teeth," Angelica answered. "But then, I felt like drowning in my blankets so... I just went to go to my bed and just felt shit. I guess, coming out here helped a little especially since I'm not looking down at my phone."

Since they didn't have their phones on them, of course their friends messages weren't being answered. But, their phones were constantly buzzing not so far from them, clearly indicating that they're receiving messages. They chose to ignore them.

"Have you always bottled up your feelings like you did in the car?" Dream asked and she sighed, nodding before fixing her mask.

"Yeah," she admitted. "It's not something I like speaking about but what the hell? You already saw me cry, so it doesn't matter." She chuckled. "I just grew up fast and didn't have much of a childhood because of that. You know, as the middle kid, you're in between, of course. I was like the one who, um, who tried to make my siblings get along. If they fought, I came in and acted like the mom. I also had to scold my parents like children because they fought and I was the one who intervened when my siblings started to cry. So, yeah, pretty much I've bottled up my feelings."

"How do you deal with all that?"

"I don't know," she breathed out. "I just... Go on with my day. If I feel like crying, I just keep it in until I can't get out of bed because of how emotionally tired I am. Also, in a Hispanic household, parents don't usually believe that mental health is a real thing. My parents always told me I was feeling how I was feeling because of my phone or because I was lazy."

"Really?" Dream furrowed his eyebrows and she nodded. "That sucks."

"You also get compared a lot as a child," Angelica sighed. "I got compared a lot to my cousins and the neighbors and then overtime, I started to compare myself to people and then I started to judge myself."

"Do you still compare yourself to other people?"

Angelica snorted and she looked at him. "I compare myself to you majority of the time."

"Why?" Dream asked, brows furrowed. "I'm just me. We are the same business wise."

"It's just the fact that you have great friends," Angelica shrugged as if it wasn't no big deal that she was literally spilling her emotions to the guy she hated. "Before George, Sapnap, Quackity, Bad, Karl, I just had me. I had myself and I believed I didn't need friends. You had friends that cared about you for a long time. I just didn't attract the right people."

"You have people who care about you now," Dream mumbled and she nodded.

"It makes me happy," she breathed out. "It does make me feel... happy that, you know, these amazing people want to be my friends. Like, mine. When they reached out to me, I wasn't going to answer their messages, but I just said "what the heck?" and messaged them back. I cried, literally cried, when they told me they wanted to become friends with me."

The two stayed silent with Dream processing her words and she nudged him. "What about you? How do you deal with everything?"

"I don't," Dream admitted, chuckling a little after his words. "I have my days, too, but I realize that there are a lot of people who love me and care about me and it makes me feel a bit better."

"How do you know how to deal with mental health?"

"My past relationship," Dream replied. He closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh before spilling out what he dealt with before. Angelica could only frown at his words and listened intently, noticing his hands shake a little. Grabbing his hand like she had done yesterday morning, he clutched it as if his life depended on it.

"Does that mean we're both fucked in the head?" Dream laughed at her words and she laughed along with him. "What? I'm honestly asking."

"Sure," he chuckled breathlessly. "You can be funny sometimes."

"Wait," she quickly stood up to grab her phone and Dream sat up, looking at her figure confusedly. She came back and she put her phone close to his mouth. "Can you repeat that again? I want to tell everyone that you find me funny."

"I'm not going to repeat it," Dream snorted, trying to dodge her phone that was already recording, hoping to catch him saying that she was funny. "Stop!"

"I want you to repeat it again!" Angelica exclaimed, slapping his hands away since he was trying to take her phone. "Say it! Repeat what you just said."

"I'm not saying shit!" Dream shouted, dodging her slaps and grabbing her phone. He quickly hurried inside and ran, hearing the girl running behind him.

"Dream, give me my phone asshole!"

"Not until you tell me I'm funny!"

"You're not funny!"

"Then you're not getting it, brat!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I wasn't going to write. Dream's
song hit me harder than I thought
it would and God, for the first time
in a few months, I finally cried because
of how stressed I am and my mental
health is just deteriorating again.

Usually when I write encouraging
posts on my message board, it's
usually to just remind you all you're
going to be fine because I don't want
any of you feeling what I am feeling
so I'm always just trying to write
happy things but I'm just slipping.

I usually write my emotions
through Angelica without meaning
to and yeah. It's been rough and you
know, I'm failing all of my classes
(haha get it?) and I've just been trying
and i have been overworking myself.
So, everything I write for Angelica,
her feelings, they're mine and it depends
on my mood majority of the time.

And I don't really talk about my
mental health a lot, I like keeping
that part private but, yeah, I finally
cried. Must be the fact that I've had
like 2-3 hours of sleep for the past
four days but, yeah, writing this
chapter did help a bit and having
your guys support means a lot too.

Also, thanks for 1m on Sunflower :)

A big fuck you to
Dream too for making
me cry/j