"Yeah, thanks for driving us, mom." Karl said, turning the radio up that was currently blasting some parody of the song, WAP, that was called like.. WAA or something?
"Karl this song is awful." George said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh George.. This part reminds me of you." Karl says, taking in a deep breath. He started screaming with the speakers, Look at me, worship me, on your knees, can't you see my panties are made with big dick energy?
"What?!" He yelled, Karl kept yelling. I make money and I get dick too, your husband's dick is the last I screwed. George was just beetroot red, curling up in the corner as he saw Karl's mom laugh, bobbing her head to the song.
"Oh my god.. Shut up.." George said, covering his face with his grey sweatshirt sleeve. His mom turned down the awful music as they pulled into the massive mall parking lot.
"Okay Karl, I let George's mom know. Text me when you want to be picked up, do you have enough money?" She asks, looking at Karl in the rearview mirror. He nodded. "Okay, then I'll drop you off at the front, have fun boys!" She smiled, putting the car in park.
"Thank you.. Mrs. Jacobs.." George said, exiting the car.
"Thanks mom!" Karl smiled, hopping right out of the door. They both slam the car doors, walking around to the pavement to meet up.
"Has Quackity texted you?" George asked, slipping his credit card into his phone case.
"No, has he texted you yet?" Karl asked, looking at him. George shrugged, checking his phone. He had some IG notifications which was.. Rare to say the least, he didn't use Instagram often, but still no text from Quackity. He shook his head, opening Instagram.
2:56 PM
DreamWasTaken
lol i just read these
but could i get your number for the science project
unless you wanna like use instagram or something but whatwver
3:25 PM
GeorgeNotFound
um ok
419-***-****
seen at 3:25 PM
"Oh, he texted me, he's at the food court!" Karl said. George turned his phone off, shoving it in his pocket.
"Okay.. Lets go then?" He said, leaving Karl behind as he entered the mall. Karl yelped in protest, quickly catching up to him and scolding George for being mean or something, George just put his earbuds in. He felt Karl tap his shoulder, making him turn around and take his earbuds out, annoying him slightly.
"What?" He asked, annoyance laced in his voice. Karl gestures to a group of kids sitting at a bench near a kiosk.
"Its Sapnap—" He whispers to him, flickering his eyes between him and the kids. George's brows furrow.
"Okay? And?" He asked, glaring at him. "I just don't think I asked, Karl." George sassily retorted, rolling his eyes. He followed Karl anyways, not really wanting to awkwardly stand in the middle of the hallway.
"Sapnap!" Karl called, blushing. The boy looked up, his eyes widening.
"KARL!" He yelled back, standing up and opening his arms for a welcoming. George glanced behind the interaction, relieved to see Dream not there.
"Ew, Sapnap, nobody wants to focken' see that shit." Tommy fake gagged, glaring at the two boys.
"You're just upset I get more dick than you do, Tommy. Its okay." Sapnap bit back lightheartedly, his arm draped around Karl with the boy's head resting on his shoulder.
"Yeah, BECAUSE I GET MORE PUSSY THEN YOU EVER WILL BITCH!" Tommy yelled uncomfortably loud, shocking Tubbo.
"Aren't you a virgin?" George blurts, attention turned to him. Punz and Purpled snort, covering their mouths.
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I hate you . || enemies to lovers ; DNF
أدب الهواةDream, the oh-so-popular jock hates George to death. George feels the same about dream, and he would challenge that he hated him more than Dream hated the latter, but that would result in endless bickering between the two. Finally, one day, the...
