if i were : karlnap

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enjoy this pain filled really long chapter

So many regrets. Too much time has passed. Things are different. Certain words and items hold so much care and pain.

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"You remember that house? They picked me" he confesses.

Brown eyes meet his, slight confusion evident in them. Then, they light up and are followed by a bright smile.

"That's great, Karl! I knew you could get a house soon, you're excellent at your job" a slightly deep voice exclaims.
"Says you, you've been working with him longer. I'm not even on the MrBeast channel. Thanks, though, Chandler" Karl grins wholeheartedly.

Karl is one lucky guy; he's always been given extremely supportive friends. Chandler, Chris, Tina, Brooke, and Quackity; along with Sapnap too. He tries his best to talk with most of his old friends from college—well, he does with all except for Sapnap.

"Have you packed?" Chandler questions, pocketing his phone. Karl chuckles, "My small ass apartment? No, I've barely got anything in there anyways, it won't take long. Plus we leave for New York soon." Chandler furrows his eyebrows for a moment then clicks his tongue. He stands up from his chair and points somewhere.
"Actually, that reminds me. You still have some boxes in the guestroom closet from your stay here when you first moved for MrBro" Chandler notes.

Karl's face falls.
"I do?" he mumbles. Chandler nods, "I'll go get them."
"Wait- are you sure? That was almost two years ago" Karl defends. Chandler smiles in amusement, "Yes, Karl. You stayed with me for almost a year, remember? When you got here you shoved the boxes into the closet and said they weren't important. I guess you forgot them when you moved into your apartment MrBeast got you. I forgot them too."

Chandler walks out of the living room to go get the boxes. Karl slumps back into his seat. Karl vaguely remembers what was in those boxes. He's almost too scared to find out what is in them again.

Chandler soon comes back with an average sized box and a smaller one balanced on top of it. He sets them down in the middle of the living room and smiled at Karl.
"Here, I don't know what's in them, but you may want to check if they actually are important or not. You've been fine without them so far" Chandler states. Karl nods his head slowly, "Yeah, you could just toss them, I'm sure it's old clothes and junk."

Chandler shakes his head with a frown on his face, "Karl, what if this stuff is important, or even sentimental? Do you want me to open it? I can go through it so you don't have to. If it's not that important, we can decide what you want to donate and what you want to keep." Karl grimaces, "Okay, okay. Go ahead."

Chandler moves the smaller box onto the coffee table and opens the bigger one. He pulls out a grey shirt first.
"It's your college" Chandler notes, then tosses it to him. Karl chuckles, a find smile on his face. He pulls out a couple of jeans, basketball shorts, and other shirts and lets Karl decide on them. Then, he pulls out old notebooks and binders.
"This stuff is a mess" Chandler complains. Karl laughs, "I'm not that good at organization."