HOLY SHIT THANK YOU SO MUCH WHAT I DIDNT EXPECT THIS DAMN THANK YOU THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOU GUYS /GEN
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#3 in sippycup is also pretty poggers I say
ALSO i have 20 fucking drafts /srs I'm not even exaggerating
ok but this chapter is kinda rushed so sorry for the bad writing ig
SO NOW A TOTAL OF 3 OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS ARE READING MY STORY IM SCARED OF WHAT THEY THINK😍😍😍😍😍 (YOU MAKE ME NERVOUS SO I REALLY CANT EAT /LYR) (I HAD TO CONTINUE THE LYRICS IM SORRY) (first date by blink 182)
This is the last numbered chapter cus I got lazy. The rest of the chapters will just be a title. That's it. But there's no other changes other than just no numbers, it's not like they aren't part of the story-
i still find it unbelievable that this story gets more reads in 1 chapter than all of the stories on my alt combined.
Anyways it's Karl's pov
"Sapnap!" I called for Sapnap, who was probably still asleep. "I made you lunch! Be grateful!!" I yelled again.
I made spaghetti, which was probably going to give us all food poisoning but I tried.
"What- oh spaghetti," Sapnap says as he walks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah I made spaghetti," I say, handing him a plate.
"Thank you," he took a bite, his facial expression changing drastically.
"It's bad, isn't it?" I say with a chuckle.
"It's fine, it just needs some, uh... salt?" He steps forward, but he trips on his shoelaces and his spaghetti spills all over both of us, but mainly him and all of his clothes.
"Shit," he says as I help him stand up straight.
"I'll help you clean that up," I say, grabbing a paper towel. "Oh no, you don't have to do that," he says with an awkward laugh. I ignore him and began wiping off some of the sauce.
"Jesus, how did you spill this much?!" I say, giggling. "You know what? Just take off the hoodie, you have another one, right?" I ask. "Uh, I think so, at home," he replies, pulling up his hoodie. His shirt is lifted up just a little bit, enough to reveal his stomach. I look away as he pulls it completely off. He's now in a t-shirt.
I bend down to wipe it off of his sweatpants. Not that I need to, I just feel obligated since it was my poisonous spaghetti after all. "U-Uhm, Karl, thank you," he says nervously, scooting his foot back, almost stepping away. But he doesn't. I continue wiping the sauce off. I probably can't get it all out, but I can try. I don't have stain remover so this'll do I guess.
"Okay, I think I've got it mostly out," I say, wiping a bit more off, but just before I pull my hand away, he lets out a whimper. "U-Uh- sapnap?" I nervously chuckle, looking up at him, my hand lingering for probably too long.😳 "sorry," he says quietly, stepping backwards.
