playboy shit - mcyt/dsmp

places to cry about boys: dorm commons

tw/cw: swearing

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Calling all: George's POV

Karl is fidgety as hell right now.

This isn't entirely out of the ordinary, for I can't blame him after the conversation we endured with the others a few minutes ago. But by this point, I'm starting to—you know—actually feel bad about it, and the distractions I'd been offering the entire walk back to my dorm were not making anything better. His twiddling fingers only sped up when we entered the air-conditioned facility, hence why I stopped him in the common hall to sit down. No one else was present, therefore, I could easily make it a temporary safe space.

"What's the matter?" I started.

His green orbs dare to challenge me, and if he would've kept them as narrowed as they were, I would've likely averted my gaze. But he softens, taking a deep breath, "That is a very broad question to ask right now."

"I know." I sigh, "Do you think they're serious?"

"I'm afraid so."

"I'm sure we don't have to join them on their little deal excursion."

Karl rubbed his temples, "You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel obligated. They got Dream on board with it by the end of it."

It embarrassed me to admit that he was, indeed very much, right. Despite the possible consequences if we got caught, it seemed just that we would all be present, in a van on watch, waiting for our friend to slyly do some legal yet not legal exchange between him and some guy who I didn't know, but they did. And Clay had indeed agreed, over texts as we departed.

Karl's expression remained still, squinting at the ugly printed carpet in his little thoughts, "Did you really not notice what happened?"

"I literally have no idea what you're talking about."

He rolled his eyes at me, before pulling his knees into the sofa, "You didn't witness what I did?" I shake my head, "Alex was asking Nick for something."

"Okay, and?" The topic involving the two never truly surprised me. After last summer's going away party, they became inseparable, which I personally thought defeated the point (because we were supposed to be going away from each other!) They had their little secrets here and there, some known to me due to the fact that Clay finds it hard to keep his mouth shut about the duo. But it was none of my business. I told no one anything about them. Not even Karl.

Lowkey starting to think that's where I fucked up.

"But like, it was something we obviously couldn't know, or in my case, I wasn't supposed to."

"What did he say?"

"He was begging, and I have an idea as to what it was." Something tugged in my stomach apprehensively. "Mans literally said he wouldn't scream."

"No way." Yeah, no, I'm definitely fucked up for not telling Karl the things that go in between them. Why one may ask?

He nodded sadly, "Yes way."

Perhaps because he's practically in love with one of them.

"Why do you sound so sad?" He doesn't respond, and I know that it is about that time again where I deliver my "why Sapnap sucks ass" lecture that occurs every two weeks or so. "We've been over this."

"I know." The boy whines into his hands, "But he just gets me so worked up."

"That's what he's good at, clearly. Look, if he wanted you in any kind of way, he would've gotten with you already." Karl frowned. "That's just the truth."

"Well," He sighed, "What if I don't want the truth?"

"Then you're talking to the wrong person. Bye!" I quickly hopped up from the couch and approached the stairs, followed by my anxious friend who begged me to wait. I slowed at the top, as I came across my door, decorated with blue and supposedly green streamers on the outside. I don't really know or understand the design standards behind it, but Dream did it for me.

"You know, I could say the same thing about Clay." Karl pushed his way past, rubbing up against my shoulders before taking a seat on the infamous shitty couch I had smuggled into my room. Long story, that I couldn't shorten if I tried. (So maybe another time.)

"But you won't." The slamming of the door echoed through the high ceilings.

"You're right, I won't." He huffed. "Please consider my approach."

I shake my head, "I'm not obsessive like you are."

"Obsessive?" He whipped around in the seat to look at me in the kitchenette, looking for a snack. "Those are fighting words." I shrug, settling for the last granola bar in the wicker basket on the counter.

"No, fighting words are calling your friend a chick magnet and using them as a means to get people to come to your lame party."

"Oh, well, I...I don't think he meant it like that."

I roll my eyes, taking a seat on the floor in front of him, "Of course, you say that."

"No, no, I think it was a compliment—I mean, if I attract people for his benefit, that's a good thing right?"

"Sure."

I know this already, but I felt it was important to re-note that my friend was completely hopeless, and there was no point in trying to convince him otherwise but I tried so hard. The last thing I could have was a teary-eyed Karl busting through my door asking for me to coo and coddle him over a heartbreak that isn't a heartbreak but it would be for him.

Hence my justification for why I will not be the one to inform him of what's going on between them. Until he catches me by the neck, in a lie or two, my lips shall remain sealed.

Damn, am I really that shitty of a friend?

I should just tell him.

'Please consider my approach.'

I sigh, ripping the wrapping halfway, "Whatever you say."

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1000 words (i think—)

two bottoms down bad? who would've thought—? I'm just playing....unless...

I am so tired but like how often should I publish a chapter? I am so bad at scheduling help!

this one was kinda short and the next few are too but I might release them all at once, who knows?