oneshots // dnf

word vomit

he didn't know how he got here.

sat on the floor, a part of a circle, all gathered around just to play the most, cliche game to be ever made.

truth or dare.

he also didn't realize how much he was spacing out, suddenly dragged back from his imaginary place as alex flicked his forehead, shaking his shoulder after, indicating that it was indeed his turn.

karl grins evilly, erupting into a hearty laughter before leaning forward, interested into whatever the blonde's about to choose between the choices that the other knows will do him no good whatever he picks.

"clay, truth or dare?" karl challenged, propping his chin under his delicate hand, stupid grin never seeming to get its' way out of his features.

"um, dare? i swear i'll walk out right then and there if it's something stupid, karl." he warned, slightly leaning back to the sofa that was placed at the back of his figure.

karl laughs, toothy grin showing,
"what do you hate about george? everything- give me everything."

"there could be nothing i'd hate about him." he bravely stated, never daring to look at how the brunette flushes and how he was literally staring straight into him, also piqued at what the blonde might respond, in hopes of improving himself just for him.

"oh, come on, there will always be one. just one, whatever- i don't care, just go." karl shrugged, picking at his nails before looking back at the taller.

"god, fine. um," he was clearly at lost for words, really having nothing he hates about the other.

-but one thing was found in his brain, after constantly trying to think of one. and with that, comes all the other things he really disliked about the other, throat dry as he was literally eating his words right now.

"he um, i hate how he drinks coffee then has a residue of the creamer at his top lip, and how he just never really notice unless i wipe it out,"

he closed his eyes before continuing, opening them soon.

"he hangs out too much with other people, he's just too friendly. he needs to stop reading books, he looks too focused when he does. i hate when he's focused, the way he just stucks a bit of his tounge out really gets me angry, he's too cute for that."

he finally mustered up courage to look at the brunette he was publicly talking about, maintaining eye contact as more words came out of his mouth like vomit.

"you look too fucking cute when you unconsciously space out while our call, then proceeding to drift to sleep, like, why would you even? fuck, you're so annoying."

"stop, stop doing everything you do, god. it just makes me fall harder, and that's not fair! you look stupid hanging out with guys that clearly had bad intentions for you, am i not enough? my god, george."

he exhales a breath he was unconciously holding, throwing his head back a bit, still not realizing how much of a lovesick he looked like saying all these things.

suddenly back in yet, nothing but reality itself, he suddenly turns his head back, eyes widened, heart seeming to beat too fast for his liking.

he glanced at him, seeing how he was shocked, but was proved to be wrong in the "not liking" it part, as a warm blush accompanied the valley of his nose, spreading all the way down to his neck, finding it harder to supress a smile from capturing his lips.

"n-no, um, i mean, um.." he was again, at lost for words, panickingly distracting himself by glancing at random objects around them, before nick suddenly laughs out loud, startling even the blonde himself.

"damn, dude, we know how whipped you are but god-fucking-damn, you just said something out of a really cliché romantic movie."

the blonde ignored it, still too nervous at how the brunette will react, his warm smile slightly fighting his nervousness off, hoping deep in his heart that smile is the cause of something good.

"too bad, that just means i have a whole lot more i hate about clay then."

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