Good Things Come In Threes - Karlnapity

17 - Three boyfriends dreading school

TW - swearing, BRANDON AND BRAD, fighting, stabbing, fluff

SAPNAP POV -

"I might murder them," I mumbled as Brad and Brandon walked through the door, setting off the bell. Pip immediately walked over to them, welcoming them. Quackity, Karl and I watched worriedly as Pip smiled and gave the group menus. End lead the group over to the booth next to ours and I sucked in a breath.

As they drew closer, we heard the groups conversation,
"C'mon, give us a meal for free dude," Brad was saying to Pip who looked very uncomfortable.
"I really can't do that," End said, clearly becoming increasingly more nervous the longer that end was forced to talk to them. Then Brandon stood up,
"Look babe, you're cute and I wouldn't mind giving you something in return for our free food," Brandon took a step closer to Pip, placing a hand on ends shoulder.

"C'mon homo, what do you say?" Brad chuckled, for some reason he had no problem with how gay Brandon was acting.

I was about to jump up and help Pip when a yell erupted from the kitchen.

"OI MATE! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND BEFORE I MURDER YOU!" Pitch shouted, running towards the group. The group of footballers all yelled 'ooooh' and Pitch rolled his eyes, flipping them off. "Alright mother fucker you have one second to get the fuck out of my cafe before I kill you," Pitch snarled, staring Brandon down. Brandon stepped back, slightly shocked and clearly scared.

But for some reason, he didn't leave. He just rolled his eyes and walked past the husbands, walking over to us.
"Hey, Karl, baby, I'm here for you, I swear I'll treat you better than these idiots," Brandon smirked, sliding into the booth, next to Karl who tensed up, his eyes brimming with tears.

Once again I prepared to attack the bitch but was interrupted by yelled.
"NO! FUCK YOU! BITCH!" Pitch flew at Brandon, fork in hand, ready to stab. Pip grabbed them and held him back, trying to calm down ends angry husband. Brandon rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Karl, reaching up to stroke his hair. Once again, I was interrupted before I could attack him.

"Brandon, pay up, I don't wanna watch your homo shit," Brad called, standing up and holding out his hand. Brandon glared and rolled his eyes before handing Brad a wad of cash. So that explained why Brad was being so calm about Brandon acting gay. Seeming satisfied, Brad and the others left, muttering about all of the fast food that they could buy and sending suspicious looks in my direction.

Whilst we were all distracted staring at Brad and his friends, Pitch managed to escape Pip's grip and run forward, fork ready. Brandon grabbed Karl's wrist.
"Let's get out of here," He whispered in a creepy voice. Karl shook his head, unable to talk.
"Don't fucking touch him," I growled, cracking my knuckles.

Before anything else could happen, Brandon screamed in pain. Pitch stood proudly behind him, holding the fork. Brandon now had four marks in his arm where Pitch had stabbed him. I held back a laugh as Brandon leaped out of his seat, clearly holding back tears and turned to Pitch.

"Don't say I didn't fuckin' warn you," Pitch shrugged, making Brandon even angrier.
"You little-" He balled up his fist and moved to punch them but Pip stepped in.
"I don't think so asshole. I think it's time you leave and never come back," End smiled coldly and began directing Brandon to the exit, threateningly brandishing ends pen that end used to take orders.

"I'll get you back Karl! I swear it! You'll be mine eventually!" Brandon yelled as he was pushed out of the door.
"NO YOU FUCKING WON'T!" I shouted back at him, flipping him off.
"YEAH! HE'S OURS!" Quackity cried, making Karl giggle quietly.

We watched as Brandon walked outside and was immediately met with Jam who punched him in the face.
"Oi! Asshat! What where you're fucking going!" They shook their head angrily, slapping Brandon for good measure. Brandon glared and ran off down the street. Jam waved at us all as they passed and we all laughed and waved in return.

After they were gone, Karl smiled up at Pitch and Pip,
"Thanks for helping me," He said, smiling. Pip and Pitch laughed, Pitch wrapping their arm around Pip's waist.
"No problem," Pip replied. The pair then walked off into the kitchen and we could see as they began dancing, laughing and twirling each other around.

Quackity and I both stood up and joined Karl on his side of the booth, squishing him between us and peppering him with kisses.
"We love you Karl," I murmured, taking his hand squeezing it softly. Quackity hummed in agreement, taking his other hand.
"We'll always be here for you," Quackity assured him. Karl blushed softly.
"Thank you, I love you both too," He whispered, gently kissing us both on the cheeks.

A few minutes later Pip and Pitch returned with our food, they both slid into the booth opposite us and we sat for the next two or so hours talking and laughing. Every so often Pip or Pitch would have to get up and take someone's orders. Eventually however, the sun started to set and we had to leave.

We stood up and hugged our two new friends. I promised Pitch that I would introduce him to Wilbur which made them very excited. We also made plans to hang out with the pair at school sometime. We waved one more goodbye as we walked out of the door.

We then began the walk home, hand in hand, enjoying the dying light from the setting sun.
"Can we just stay in bed and cuddle tomorrow?" Quackity asked as we walked. Karl laughed softly,
"I wish, I don't want to go to school," He mumbled. I nodded, wishing that we could just stay inside, enjoying each other's company.

"But hey," I said, trying to find a bright side, "Football season starts tomorrow, so you guys can come and see me play at games and stuff!" I grinned, picturing them both next to George, cheering from the bleachers as Dream and I ran across the large, green field.

The pair smiled and nodded.
"And then we'll make out in your car afterwards, like true teenagers," Quackity laughed. I nodded. Completely serious. That would definitely be happening.

Soon enough we made it back home and dragged our tired selves upstairs, in need of rest.

We all fell asleep that night dreading the same thing.

The next day.

School.

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