I'm going through the basics, which you will probably know if you have read my Wilbur Soot story, no smut, the reader is female, there will be swearing and some inappropriate jokes, and please give feedback. Also, a lot of this is pre-written before...
I woke up this morning on the couch. Today is our first full day in North Carolina. I look over and see Karl sleeping. Peaceful. Time to ruin it. I walk and kneel next to him. I slowly put my hands on his arm, since he is facing the other way. I shake him really hard and he sits up really fast.
"What the honk, Y/n!" He says tired.
"A marvelous morning to you, my friend! You better wake up the garbage truck is ready to pick you up!" I hear laughing from the stairs. Alex was walking down and heard that.
"What happened last night?" Karl asked out of it.
"Honestly, I don't remember." I responded.
"Were you guys drinking?" Alex asked.
"No," I responded. "Why do you ask?"
"Well one, neither of you remember what happened. Two, I came down to grab a glass of water last night, and you were both passed out on the couch." He explained.
"All I remember is you explaining why you have anxiety, me trying to put my hand on your shoulder, you dodging it and running around the house. I don't remember falling asleep." Karl says rubbing his eyes.
"I don't know either. I've been around you too long, good day sir." I say standing up. He rolls his eyes and I give him the middle finger. I go upstairs and change into a comfy but fashionable outfit.
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I walk downstairs hungry. "Karl, can I use your car?"
"No." He said bluntly.
"Pleassssseeeee!" I whine.
"No! You can't be mean to me and then want something. Besides, you'll probably crash it." He says annoyed.
"I just wanna go get food!" He turns around.
"Fine, but Alex has to go with you."
"Hell no! That bitch is a terrible driver." Alex yells. "How about you go with her!" He smirks.
"Fine whatever. I just want food." I said.
"Ugh fine!" Karl whines. He grabs the keys and hands them to me. My hand touches his again.
"Ew! Stop touching me!" I yell smiling. He rolls his eyes playfully and we head out the door. We get in the car and right before I go to leave I get a text.
George: Can you group call later with Nick and Clay? We haven't all talked in a while and I know your in North Carolina.
Me: Yeah sure! Give me like 20 minutes, I'm in the car with Karl.
