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"Skeppy?"
"Hm?"
"Can I say something weird?"
"Sure..." Skeppy had no idea where this was going to go, and if he was being honest, he didn't really care. His eyes were starting to droop and the darkness of his room was no help.
"Sometimes I have these weird dreams," Bad confessed. "Like really weird? Like it'll just be dark out and there's a lot of stars and stuff and I'm just driving..."
"Mhm..." Skeppy hummed, his interest slightly piqued.
"...and you're there."
Skeppy's eyes snapped open. "What? Me?"
"Yeah... we're not really talking, but you're there." Skeppy was at a genuine loss for words. What are you supposed to do when your best friend says he dreams about you?
"And you're driving?"
"Yeah... just driving with you. It's nice." There's something in his voice, something that Skeppy hears sometimes, but it felt different. Something soft and warm. "I wanna take you for a ride... you'll be Bonnie, I'll be Clyde... can we go driving when we meet up?"
"Uh, yeah, we can definitely go driving, man." Skeppy's head was spinning and his face felt hot. Bad giggled.
"Cool. I'll be living my dreeeaaam..." There was a bit of silence in which Skeppy tried to get himself to just relax. Just fucking relax, dude, come on.
"Can you... tell me more about the dreams?"
"Well... We're not really going anywhere, and the road I'm driving on doesn't end. Sometimes I look over at you and the stars and the moon are on you all shiny and then you look at me and you just smile..." Bad trailed off and Skeppy just stared blankly at his ceiling while seconds crawled on like hours. "You're- you look- you... you're breathtaking, Skeppy... I don't know how else to put it." Skeppy's breath caught in his throat. Neither of them spoke for a good few minutes. Bad's words were echoing over and over again in Skeppy's ears. Something was there. Something more. Something Skeppy liked. He wanted to drown in the liquid warmth of it, and he almost did, oblivious to the inner turmoil of his friend staring silent at his ceiling for slightly different reasons. Eventually Bad let out a hushed goodnight before ending the call.
Skeppy couldn't answer.
He could hardly breathe.
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Telling Skeppy about the dreams was one thing, actually seeing them was another. Especially when he left out a LOT of details. Some of them were only trivial things, like the way that the road was pitch black but he could see it perfectly, see his gloved hands placed on the steering wheel even though the light from the radio realistically shouldn't have been enough for him to see that.
There were other way more important things he left out though, like how sometimes Skeppy would wordlessly flop against Bad's shoulder and stay there, holding Bad's arm by his shirt sleeve, how sometimes Bad would only have one hand on the wheel and the other was intertwined with Skeppy's. Sometimes Bad would squeeze Skeppy's hand just because he could.
Bad definitely left out how sometimes the car wasn't moving at all and Skeppy's lips were on his.
Bad knew what these dreams meant, of course. That didn't mean he particularly liked it or knew what to do about them, though. It wasn't like there was a handbook on how to deal with a crush on your best friend.
Maybe there was. Should he look that up? He sighed.
Driving.
They were always driving.
Rain was pelting the windows in small drops.
It never rained, why was it raining?
One hand on the wheel, the other held in diamond fingers.
He glanced over at Skeppy, who was already looking at him, eyes soft.
His lips moved, he said something. Bad couldn't hear it, but he knew. He knew what Skeppy said.
The car was slowing, stopping, Skeppy was leaning close...
Bad woke up with a start, his blanket on the floor and a considerable amount of sweat keeping his shirt stuck to his back. He groaned as he sat up, hands tangled in the dark strands of his hair.
"I love you." Skeppy from the dream murmured, silent but there.