(Karl POV)
Here's your lesson of the day: it's hard to pretend that you didn't kiss your crush of three years during lunch break. It is really hard.
A big, goofy smile is glued over my mouth the rest of the day, and I can't take it off. Dream and George can tell something's up. Skeppy and Bad are oblivious.
"What happened?" George hisses as we walk towards his car. The six of us are going to the movies, and Dream's car is the biggest. And the ugliest. It's a putrid lime green, but somehow, Dream likes it.
I look over at George, the smile not faltering. He squints at me. "I know something happened. I will find out, Nick tells us everything. He's only hid one thing from us, and that only lasted two weeks," George says, still eyeing me. My smile sticks. He gives up and skips over to Dream.
I fall into step with Nick. George bursts out laughing when Nick grabs my hand.
(Nick POV)
Horror movies.
It's always horror movies.
There's only three reasons horror movies are good:
1. good for scary, stormy nights if you want to get even more scared
2. good for sleepovers
3. good if you want your crush/boyfriend/I-don't-fucking-know to almost mutilate your arm
Which is what Karl is doing right now.
He yelps quietly for the third time in a row and buries his face into my arm. I flinch as another demon-monster-fuckthing pops out and reach up to pat his shoulder with my half dead hand. I'd use my other hand, but it's super greasy from popcorn.
He mutters something quietly into my sleeve. "What's wrong?" I whisper.
"Wanna go," he mumbles. I smile and pat his shoulder again.
"I kinda wanna see where this goes," I reply quietly. He grunts and squeezes my arm tighter. I smile again. "We'll leave soon," I promise.
~~
It's a half hour before we leave. The movie's almost over anyway.
I inch past our friends, explaining why we're leaving. "We'll meet you guys at your house," Skeppy hisses. I give a thumbs up before leading Karl out of the theatre.
"You really don't like horror movies, huh?" I ask as we get into my car. He shoots me a glare as he buckles in. I snort and turn on the ignition. I back out and pull out of the parking lot, heading towards a Starbucks.
"Two vanilla iced frappes, please. Medium," I say into the intercom. He looks at me with a weird look. "Did you not want that? I'm sorry, I thought you like that drink. Should I go through again?" I ask hurriedly.
He smiles and shakes his head. He starts looking around the car, the pencil always tucked behind his ear already pulled out. I roll my eyes and open the glove compartment. A bunch of slips of paper sit on top of a Sudoku book my mom left in here. Karl raises an eyebrow at the book and grabs a piece of paper.
I'll pay, he writes.
"No can do," I say as we pull up to the window, but before I can even let go of the wheel to grab my wallet, Karl is leaning over me, handing his card to the girl in the window. She hands him the machine and he does the transaction half on top of me. We get our coffees and leave.
"I hate you," I mutter. He just giggles.
~~
"Aloha, bitches," I say as Dream and George walk into my house. My parents aren't here, so it'll just be the six of us.
"Aloha, dumbfuck," Dream replies, kicking off his shoes and walking over to his favourite chair. Skeppy and Bad walk in a second later.
"I heard that, Dream. Watch your language," Bad says, untying his shoelaces. Karl giggles quietly next to me.
"Make me," Dream teases. Bad narrows his eyes at him, but stays quiet. George rolls his eyes and sits next to Dream on the one person chair.
"Oh, that reminds me," Skeppy says, his eyes widening with excitment before his gaze swings over to Karl and I, him half-cuddled into my side and my arm draped protectively over his shoulders. "When are you two becoming a thing?"
I almost spit out my water.
I set my cup on the table and wipe the water dribbling down my chin. "Um, what?" I stammer.
Skeppy sighs and rolls his eyes so hard, they almost disappear back into his head. "You're kidding."
"About what?" I ask.
"Dude, it's obvious! Everyone at school knows you guys have it for each other!"
"Because of the post."
"I'm sure there's other reasons."
I scoff and lean back, pulling one leg over the other. Karl is looking straight forward with a perplexed look on his face. He leans forward suddenly, grabbing a piece of paper from the table. He scribbles something down and hands it to me.
"'We're becoming a thing soon'?" I read. "What?"
Karl rolls his eyes and grabs the paper back.
Remember what I asked you to do?
"Yeah, of course I remember, but... I don't know," I reply quietly.
"Remember what? That you have to ask him to be your boyfriend still?" George teases. I stick out my tongue at him.
Karl hands me another piece of paper.
"Karl asks why he can't ask me," I say, staring at the paper in my hand. George bursts out laughing.
"He can ask you. What kind of question is that?" Bad asks. I didn't even realise he'd taken up the entire window seat until just now.
Karl shrugs. He writes something else down and hands it to me. "He was just wondering. His words specifically are 'is it a stereotype of tops and bottoms'?" My cheeks heat up as I read it. Everyone starts howling with laughter. Karl looks like he doesn't know what the hell is going on.
"Shit, I shouldn't have read that out loud," I mumble to Karl. "Ok, shut up, or leave, those are your options!" I yell. Karl claps a hand over his mouth, probably to stop himself from laughing.
"Yeah, like you'll kick us out," Dream taunts. I raise an eyebrow.
"Try me."
~~
Skeppy: so when ru asking him out
George: right now
George: dream, wanna go out
Dream: yes <3
Skeppy: not u.
Skeppy: sapnap
Me: ok
Me: dream, wanna go out
Dream: no <3
Skeppy: DUMBASS
Bad: HEY.
Me: AHHAAHAHHAHAHAHA
Me: do I have to ask karl out?
Dream: dude
Skeppy: im not answering that
George: then i will
George: JUST ASK HIM OUT U BOTH LIKE EACH OTHER
Me: duh
George: WHAT HAPPENED AT LUNCH
Bad: Something happened at lunch?
Bad: And Snapmap hid it from us?
Me: dont call me snapmap
Me: nothing happened at lunch
Dream: oh, something happened
George: karl was all smiley after lunch. like, the rest of the day
Me: so?
Bad: What happened?
Skeppy: TELL. US.
George: you tell us everything, sapnap. sooner or later, you'll tell us this
Dream: yea
Me: and how can u be so sure
George: i just am
Me: fine
Me: u wanna know what happened?
Skeppy: no we're just asking u to tell us for no reason
Bad: Skeppy, be nice.
Skeppy: Yes please, best friend of ours. Please tell us what happened!
Dream: who kidnapped skeppy?
Bad: Thank you, Skeppy.
Me: if i tell u, do not over react.
George: depends on the news
Dream: yes we promise now tell us
Me: ...........
Me: we kissed
George: WHAT
Dream: holy shit
Bad: Language!
Skeppy: what the heck, why didnt u tell us?!
Me: because i knew you'd overreact
Me: karl just walked in BYE
George: KISS HIM AGAIN
Word Count 1288
i have returned from hell.
its really hot, i wouldnt go there if i were u