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Chapter 7 - Meraki

Meraki adjective

        To do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself into your work

TW: Homophobia and homophobic slur (I can reclaim the slur so don't come at me and stay safe my dms are open :] )

Karl pov

"Georgeee." I wine from the bathroom, the door open. 

"What?" he asked annoyed that he has to get up from his bed. I hear Quackity laughing from the other room too and shake my head. 

"My hair won't sit right." I pout as I see him standing behind me looking at me in the mirror. 

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. 

"You look fine idiot." 

I tut. "Exactly I look fine. I want to look more than fine. Oh shit I still have to do my nails." 

I bolt out of my room and back into George's room to grab my nail polish remover and a white nail polish before plopping on the ground and going to work.

The game was starting in an hour and we all came to George's house before the game to get ready and hang out before and now Quackity wanted to leave George's house in 30 minutes to get a good seat and snacks.

Quackity looks at me from George's gaming chair and laughs as he continues doing whatever on his phone. 

"You are ridiculous." He says blankly. 

"And you're not?" I ask playfully as I rub my previous black nail polish off. 

George makes his way back in the room and falls back on his bed and to be honest I don't blame him for sleeping so much that bed is comfy. 

"Are you gonna get ready George?" I ask as Quackity already showed up in his outfit and it was just me and George who needed to change. 

"Yeah, just tired." he yawns and me and Quackity both laugh. 

"You're always tired dickhead get up and ready." Quackity jokes while shaking his head. 

I knew that by the time he started getting ready he would be probably more stressed than I. He always worried about what he was wearing and even though he swears not to, I know he would stress out even more because a certain boy will be there no matter how much he hides it. 

I am shaking my right hand to get it dry before doing the other and put on some music on my phone. 

"What do you guys feel about going to a Halloween party next week?" Quackity questions out of the blue. 

"Eh. Who is all going to be there?" George asks as he gets up and grabs his outfit from the closet. 

"Its a senior only party so seniors I guess." he chuckles. "Wilbur is hosting it if that helps." 

I remember Wilbur, he's been in a few of my classes over the years and I have been to a few of his band's gigs with George as those two were close since they had American history together and were the only two brits in the class, apparently knowing each other as well before both coming here. 

"Mmm, maybe. I don't know." George says and leaves for the bathroom to get changed. 

"How about you Karl. I know you don't go to many but for me this once. Pleaseee." He pleaded giving me puppy dog eyes.

"I don't know Q." I say as I focus on painting my other hand. "Like you said I don't go to parties, not my scene." 

"I won't leave your side and if your coming George has to come!" He exclaims. "You don't have to drink or smoke. Plus Sapnap and the rest of them should be there."