Fly (DSMP)

Four

Sapnap could smell the salty scent of bacon wafting from the kitchen into the living room, where Sapnap and Dream were in the middle of an intense race in Mario Kart.

"Oi dickheads, your food is ready." Molly called into the living room. Dream paused his game and dashed towards the kitchen, knocking a few things off the coffee table on his way out.

Sapnap got up a little calmer and made his way to the kitchen, where Molly handed him his full plate of bacon, pancakes and eggs. Along with his meal, she also handed him a large cup of what he hoped was coffee.

"Its tea." Molly explained, watching Sapnap look suspiciously at the Garfield mug he was holding in his left hand. Sapnap looked up at the shorter woman and scrunched his nose. "I don't like tea." He complained. Molly's expression hardened. She furrowed her brows and crossed her arms. "Well that's too fucking bad. suck it up you big baby." She spat before grabbing her own plate and going to sit beside Dream.

Sapnap knew not to argue with that woman and yet he did it every time.

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"I gotta go shopping." Sapnap explained quickly, earning no reaction from the couple that was sitting on the couch. "That means, get out of my house before I kick both your asses." He said sternly. Dream looked over at Sapnap with a playful grin, but grabbed Molly's hand and lead her out of his house, Sapnap following the two out shortly after, locking his door behind him.

"You know Sap, you can't carry groceries home on a motorcycle, right?"  Dream asked, starting his bike as Molly climbed onto the back.

Sapnap stopped for a second to think. "Oh yeah." He said, almost sadly. Dream was right about that. Sapnap opened his garage and went to go take the dusty sheet off from over top of his simple black Mercedes with the same red flames that were on his bike.

He had to admit, he did sometimes miss the feeling of being closed in, but very rarely.

He started the vehicle and backed out of the parking space rather gracefully. Well, at least what Sapnap thought graceful was.

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Driving in the day wasn't nearly as fun as driving at night. It was boring and had no pizazz what so ever. Where's the spice? Nobody likes driving without feeling like you're being chased.

Sapnap received many odd and judgmental glances as he sped down the more or less very busy highway, trying to make it to the grocery store before it got too busy. 

He pulled into a parking spot close to the front of the store, making sure to lock his car behind him.

He knew he needed four things; bread, milk, eggs and Oreos. Only the finer things in life.

Lost in his own thoughts, Sapnap didn't realize he was about to run into something - or someone.

"Shit," he cursed, "I'm so, so sorry." He apologized to the man in front of him. The man placed his hand on Sapnap's shoulder, silently telling him he accepted his apology. Sapnap looked up the slightest bit to see the mans face, his eyes meeting the familiar grey eyes and fluffy brown hair he had seen the previous night.

Sapnap was finally seeing the fluffy-haired boy that made his heart throb once again.

"I recognize you." The man said simply, removing his hand from Sapnap's shoulder. He had a rather high pitched voice. Sapnap was taken aback slightly, seeing as he didn't really think his voice matched his face. "I-" he started, his voice giving out half way. He cleared his throat slightly before continuing. "I'm Sapnap, I think we ran into each other last night while we were biking." He explained. A look of recognition crossed his face.

"Oh ok! Now I remember. I'm Karl by the way, Karl Jacobs." He introduced himself, sticking out his hand for Sapnap to shake. He accepted it.

They stood there awkwardly for a second before Karl spoke again. "Hey, do you think I could get your number?" He asked, his ears tinted pink.

"Oh, for sure." Sapnap responded a little to quickly and eagerly. He cursed himself silently, but proceeded to grab his phone anyway.

After exchanging numbers, Karl went off to finish shopping and Sapnap left the store, without even bothering to get his groceries, like the dumbass that he was.

He made his way to his car, unlocking it and getting in.

He didn't get himself food that day, but he did get fluffy-haired boy's number.

And his name was Karl.

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