i'd be a punk

He's beautiful. He's smart. He's a punk. He's perfect.

I can't stop thinking about him. I can't stop staring at him. Hell, I started writing about him. Everything about him is so mesmerizing, I just can't help myself. I have to get out how I feel in some way, right?

I know I'm not your kind of guy,
but please don't just reject me.

Is it weird? Is it creepy? I mean, it's not like we're complete strangers. He talks to me, quite a lot actually.

In school and at parties. He's definitely drunk at the parties. But even while intoxicated, he's still him. And I'm still so hung up on him.

I've never gotten drunk

Sapnap is one of those typical punks. And I, Karl Jacobs, am one of those typical... how do I put this? Boring average person with a huge crush on that typical punk.

But I'd be a punk if my mom would let me.

Everyone I know tells me how obvious it is.

"You're so painfully in love with him." George tells me.

"You two aren't that different, yknow. You guys would click instantly, if you weren't so scared." Dream tells me. And I can't really tell Dream that he's wrong, because he's known Sapnap since the beginning of time.

They're best friends, and one of the main reasons why I'm at those parties and actually interacting with Sapnap is because of Dream.

"I just don't know how he can't see the heart eyes you make at him, Karl."

And everyone except for you knows
that we'd be really good.

"Karl, just go ask him."

"George, you don't understand. I can't."

I'd be a punk if my mom would let me

"Hey Karl!"

"Sapnap?"

"Do you wanna hang out this weekend?"

I'd be a punk if my mom would let me

"I think he likes you, Karl."

"No way. I've been hanging out with him, Dream, and I think I would be able to tell."

I'd be a punk if my mom would let me

"He's constantly talking about you. And you're constantly talking about him, Karl. He's hopelessly in love, and so are you. So why don't you just make a damn move already!"

"Because what if he's only talking about me because he likes being my friend?"

"You're ridiculous."

"C'mon! I talk about you and George all the time, and I'm not "hopelessly in love" with you guys! I'm not his type at all!"

I'd be a punk if my mom would let me

"Karl, why're you staring at me, are you in love with me?" I know he's joking. I know he's just teasing.

But I can't hold it in anymore.

"Yeah. I am Sapnap, I'm in love with you." My face was serious. Visibly nervous, but serious.

"You- Wait, are you actually?"

"Yeah, I am. And I have been for a long time."

"Oh. Oh." There it is. That's all I need to know he doesn't feel the same.

"Just- okay forget I said anything, I'm sorry-"

"No! No, Karl. You just surprised me. I wasn't expecting to hear that from you, because I- I feel the same way. I didn't think you did."

"Wait, you do?"

"Yeah."

It's all true.