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29. George

Quackity sighed, glancing at the door for around the 5th time. He told Bad and Skeppy about his 'situation', so they told him they'd text him when they arrived. That's good, that's good.. that should be safer. but.. it just makes him feel guilty, for some reason.

The silence was deafening, but it was better than having to interact with Sapnap right now. He doesn't want to talk to him, because he did say he was just using him, and if it was a misunderstanding, he still doesn't want to talk to him. The guilt would be too much.

A knock on his door startled him, and he pulled his knees up to his chest, holding his bags of stuff close. There was silence, and then another knock after a few minutes. "Quackity?" He blinked, is that George? Yet another knock. "Quackity are you in there? Why's the door locked?" he hesitantly got off of the bed, walking over to the door and standing in front of it.

"Is Sapnap out there with you?" He gulped, he wanted to be able to open the door, but if Sapnap was out there too... "No. Why?" He sighed a breath of relief, before hesitantly unlocking the door and opening it a crack, only seeing George when he looked out from it. "Ummm.. Can I come in?" George asked, tilting his head.

"Y-.." he paused, taking a second to compose himself. "Y-Yeah. Sure, George." He stepped back, opening the door a bit more and watching as the brunette walked in cautiously. He closed the door behind the other, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to his bags. George seemed to notice the bags before anything else. "Are... You moving out?" "I'm moving in with Skeppy and Bad temporarily, then I'm getting my own house..." Quackity mumbled, taking out his phone again, still no message.

"Oh, I see." George muttered, slowly making his way over to the bed, sitting down next to him. After a while of silence, George once more spoke up. "Did.. Did Sapnap do something? Last I knew you two were chatting happily, shooing me and Dream away.." Quackity stared at the floor, his expression blank. He nodded, hugging one of the bags close to him.

"Well what'd he do?" George asked hesitantly. Quackity blinked back tears, once more looking at his phone.

2:22 PM-Bad

We're almost there! 

He smiled tightly, shoving his phone into his pocket once more. "He was using me." "What?-" "He was using me to get rid of Karl." George paused, that wasn't what he was expecting. He looked at the floor, kicking his feet awkwardly. "Well... maybe it was a misunderstanding and uh... heeee.. was using you to get rid of Karl so you could love each otheeerr?" George tried to explain his thoughts, mostly failing while doing so.

Quackity narrowed his eyes, staring at his own feet. There was another long period of silence, neither of them liked it, but neither wanted to speak up. "George." Quackity started, a lump making its way to his throat. "Yeah?" Quackity felt tears well up in his eyes. "Why do no relationships work out with me? Am I just... N-Not likable?..." His voice cracked, despite his attempt to keep it in.

The warm liquid quickly made its way down his cheeks, dripping off of his chin. "No, No that's not it at all Quackity! I'm sure of it! You're likable, and whenever you're feeling 100% your confidence is contagious so it's- It's just them!" Quackity looked over at George, his eyes stung as he stared at the brunette. "Are you sure?.." "YES. You're likable, okay Q?" He looked away, staring at the floor once more.

Although he didn't believe what George was saying, he weakly nodded, causing the other to smile. "I can tell you don't want to talk to him right now but at least talk to him about it at some point so if there's any misunderstanding-" "Okay, Okay... I will." "Good." George smiled, lightly bringing him into a hug. He smiled, hugging him back before they both pulled away.

"I gotta go find Dream now, or he's gonna come yell at me or something." George chuckled, getting up and making his way out of the room. "Make sure to talk to him!" The door shut before Quackity could respond. He rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone and checking it again.

2:45 PM-Bad

We're here!

Sad
I've been bored for like
3 days Straight so I
decided to write A lot
of stuff