Drinks // Jschlatt x Quackity

What. The. Fuck.

Schlatt was sitting on the couch. Quackity had walked in and looked at Schlatt. He walked over and sat next to him. Schlatt had looked at him with a small smile and Quackity had smiled back.

They were watching TV for most of the day. Quackity had leaned his head on Schlatts shoulder and Schlatt's face had turned red. He looked down at his friend... he doesn't remember much of it but next thing he knew, Quackity had kissed him, he had kissed him back as well.

He Woke Up

It was a dream? Why the hell did it feel so real. It felt like all of it had actually happened.

Schlatt sat up in his bed sweating. He was trying to process the dream, he was confused. Why was that even in his dream, he hadn't had a dream like that...ever. 

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He turned on the sink and splashed water in his face. He was trying to forget about it, he didn't want to think about it. He was trying to figure why he had been having this funny feeling anytime he would talk to Quackity,or why he had this dream.

He didn't like Quackity, or so he thought. He hated the thought of liking Quackity, not because it would mean he likes guys, just because it was his friend. He didn't like the idea of liking his friend, what if it had ruined there friendship.

He didn't want to ruin there friendship, especially since they had just gotten close. He diddn''t want to lose his friend, he didn't like showing his soft side, thats why he was always so mean.

He wiped his face with a hand cloth and leaned on the door, slowly sliding down. He brought his knees to his chest, laying his head down. 

He sat there thinking everything through. When they had met, moved in together, the other night when the storm happened...the storm.

The storm was the only time Quackity had seen Schlatts soft side, he never said anything about it, he never made fun of him or anything.

Why was that?

He was trapped in his thoughts for a while. He heard a knock on his door but didn't open it. He just sat on the floor of the bathroom thinking. He didn't know how to feel, he didn't know how to react. Why was all of this happening.

All he could say was

"What. The. Fuck."