"Huh? Yeah." My face burned and I knew I was so red right now. I covered my face with the oversized sleeves of Dream's hoodie. The strong scent of saltwater burned at my nostrils. He noticed and laughed softly. "But it's really cool here. I might as well stay here forever."

His mom asked, "Do any of you guys want anything to eat?"

"No, we ate before we got here," Sapnap said. "But thanks.

"You guys can look around. I get it's kind of boring just watching me talk to my parents," Dream said.

"Where's your room?" Sapnap grinned, his eyes suddenly glowing.

Dream chuckled softly, pink brushing his cheeks. "Upstairs. You'll know which one is mine." He bit his lip with a smile. We made eye contact, and I could hear my heart thumping hard at my chest. "Don't mess with anything."

"That's like asking us not to breathe," Sapnap said, grabbing the crook of my arm and dragging me out of the kitchen. Dream's shiny eyes watched us until we were no longer in view.

The hallway was flooded with family photos. I couldn't recognize most the people in the pictures, and in the earlier photos, I couldn't even find Dream. It was like he wasn't even there. But as we reached more recent photos, my eyes shot straight to the tall boy with a memorable toothy smile and shiny emerald eyes. A lot of them were taken at the beach. Him with his long wet straggly strands of hair covering his eyes with who I would assume to be his brother and sisters. There was a picture of them all together. It looked to be recent. He was the tallest one of his siblings, and he used his sister as an arm rest. They stood in front of the ocean, their feet buried in the sand.

And that was all I could see before Sapnap lugged me into one of the rooms. The door had numerous signs basically saying to stay out. It had faded Minecraft stickers on the front. This was definitely Dream's room.

Inside, the walls were a vibrant baby blue. It was flooded with video game posters. Not just Minecraft, but games like Call of Duty and Overwatch as well. He had a twin bed pushed up against the far corner that was neatly made. His Mac was placed on his desk next to his closet. It was covered in dust, to say the least. It was as if nobody even touched Dream's room the moment he left. His TV was across from his bed. He had an Xbox One attached to it. Above his TV, hung up on his wall, were awards. They were all about coding. He won a coding competition, he graduated from his coding classes, he even won a gaming competition in 2017.

Sapnap flopped down on the bed. "I thought his room was going to be worse than this. It's so bland."

I shrugged, sitting down next to his legs, "It just looks like a normal bedroom."

"Exactly." He sat up next to me and stared ahead. I followed his gaze to the computer. "Wanna look through his computer?"

"That's... invasive."

"How? He hasn't been on it for years. He's changed since then."

"Still. What if we find bookmarked porn or something?"

Sapnap laughed and got back up to his feet, "Then he's dumb for not clearing his search history." He walked across the room and pulled out the cheap spinning chair. The imprints of the wheels against the soft carpet were still there. It was like permanent dips.

The Mac still worked. I hovered over Sapnap, and we watched the white screen with the Apple logo on it load before turning on. We needed a password.

"I know it," Sapnap said.

"How?"

"A few years ago, we gave each other our passwords, and Dream uses the same password for everything."

"Why would you do that?"

He laughed, "Jealous you're not in on it? I don't know. One day we just decided it'd be cool to log into each other's Minecraft accounts.

He typed the password in and, to my surprise, it worked. I didn't want to say I was jealous, because I wasn't. I could never trust Dream with any of my accounts. I didn't even want to know what he'd do on my Twitter. But that didn't help the small extra thump I felt in my chest when he logged in.

Dream's computer wallpaper was a basic sunset. But all around his computer were icons leading to different things. There were web browsers and folders full of photos, video games and projects for school he never deleted.

Sapnap went straight to looking for his search history. I wasn't sure what to expect. On one hand, I expected something innocent like cats or something. On the other hand, though, my mind went to dark places like how to get away with murder and hide the body. It just seemed like something he'd look up.

His history ended up being mainly academic with a few occasional tabs open for Youtube. We were down to 2014 when Dream came in.

"What are you guys doing?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. A lump rapidly grew in my throat.

"It was Sapnap's idea," I quickly said, backing away from the computer and back on the bed.

"George!" Sapnap gasped, and Dream laughed.

"Did you guys seriously think you'd find dirt on me?" He wheezed softly, shutting the door behind him before sitting next to me on the bed. I gazed up at him.

"It's your own personal computer. Of course you have dirt."

"Yeah, and it's all on an amazing thing called incognito mode." He really did jazz hands.

Sapnap rolled his eyes, "So what kind of stuff did you look up?"

"I'm not telling you. There's a reason it's incognito."

"Come on. I'm your best friend!" Sapnap whined.

"Fine. You wanna know what I looked up?"

Sapnap grinned widely, "Hell yeah!"

Dream smirked and laid down draped over my lap. "Your mom."

Sapnap's face fell while Dream broke out into laughter. I watched as he wheezed. His face turned red whenever he laughed too hard. What he said wasn't even funny, and yet he was dying.

"Oh come on!" Sapnap groaned.

"You're such an idiot!" Dream guffawed. "You really thought. You really thought!"

His laugh filled my ears in every pleasant way possible. It felt the same as listening to music except without the actual instruments. And I couldn't help but smile, much to Sapnap's annoyance.

"Come on, I know there's something dark in your computer."

"You're never going to find it," Dream said, grabbing some kind of hold of himself. "I lived with strict parents for eighteen years. Don't think I'm making it that easy to find."

"We're your best friends, though. We're not going to ground you for a month," I said.

"I know, but it's been years. I haven't even been in this bedroom since I first left it."

"So it's okay to tell us. It's in the past."

"I guess," He rolled off my lap and onto my feet. "But maybe later when my parents aren't downstairs."

"Fair enough," I said before Sapnap could cut in and demand more information.

"Well? What do you guys think? You know, I was sitting right where Sapnap is when I met you guys." He pointed over to the desk.

"It's really boring," Sapnap said. "It looks just like my room when I was a kid."

My room was different. It wasn't necessarily big or anything, but I spent basically my whole life in there. I had to make it look nice. I was pretty sure my bedroom was no longer there and had turned into a guest room like my parents told me they'd do when I moved out.

But I remember I had a bunk bed despite not sharing my room with anyone else. I mainly kept my dirty laundry on the bottom bunk along with my loose scraps of paper for school and random books. Basically anything I had that I had no place for ended up somewhere on my bottom bunk.

I didn't have much on my walls. I mainly only had a shelf for my books and video games and a bulletin board for reminders and small notes my friends and I gave one another during school. Aside from that, I didn't have much either. But, it was still different than Dream and Sapnap

"George, you're so tiny," Dream laughed, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"What?"

"Look at you! You have sweater paws!"

I gazed down at my arms to see my hands barely peeking out of the sleeves. "Why are you even looking at me?"

Asking him that question was like shooting him with a flare gun because his eyes widened and so did his smile. His ears became flamed with red as he ran a hand through his damp hair.

"Because I want my sweater back. I'm cold."

A mischievous smirk played its way on my lips as I fell back against his soft green sheets. "Shouldn't have given it to me then."

He cocked his head and rolled his eyes. "Look at how wet I am! All because of you, George!" Sapnap giggled, and Dream did not seem to notice. "It's my turn."

"No! I'm warm," I grinned.

"What if I give you a different sweater? Like my dad's or something?"

"I'm not wearing your dad's sweater. I like this one. It's really big and really warm." And it smelled so strongly of Dream. But I wasn't going to say that one out loud

"You didn't even want to wear it in the first place."

"Well now I do."

He looked at me sideways.

"But I'll give it back under one condition."

Dream glanced at Sapnap before looking back at me. "What?"

I stood up and crossed my arms. "Tell me it looks better on me."

"Oh, my God," He sighed with a flushed smile. His eyes looked me up and down before he said, "You look ugly."

I shook my head. "That's not what I said to say."

He rolled his eyes and walked right up so that we were face to face. He brought his hands up to the hood of the sweater and flipped it over my head right over my eyes. He chuckled lightly and lifted it up a bit so I could just barely meet his eye with my own.

"You're cute in it, but come on. I'm clearly better looking," He said. "Now take it off."

My heart pounded hard in my ears. I didn't think he'd actually say anything like that. My face burned bright red and I couldn't even hide it. He was right in front of me.

So I obliged, taking in the saltwater scent of the beach while I still could....