pretty // kwt

six

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Karl ran his hand through his wet hair as he held onto the towel on his waist. Clay was gone and it was his only alone time. He walked out of the bathroom and walked over to his closet, pulling out an oversized shirt and a pair of boxers. He got dressed and crashed on his bed, closing his eyes, trying to get some rest.

"Karl i'm home.. are you awake?"

Just his luck.

"Now I am." Karl huffed turning on his side and watched as Clay kicked his shoes off. "Did you miss me?" Clay asked. "No." Karl says, turning back on his side. Clay scoffed, sitting in his bed and smiling as Patches hopped on his chest.

Clay left him alone the rest of the night and he actually got a little bit of rest, until Clay wanted to bother him again.

"Karl." Clay whispered, sitting on his bed and poking him in his side. Karl hums sleepily and turns on his back, his hair flopping in his face. Clay thought the boy was gorgeous, even when he slept. He thought about how weird this looked and stood up stretching.

"Clay.." Karl mumbled. Clay froze, is he dreaming about him or something? He felt his cheeks heat up when the boy called his name.

"Yes?" He says slightly, "Hit the light please." Karl mumbles out, still half asleep. The blond sighed but cut off the light and crawled back into his bed.

He heard Karl's light snores across the room and he huffed, pulling out his phone and texting George.

georgie

u up?

hm what's up

can i come to ur dorm?

saps here, just meet me somewhere

mhmm that park?

and what would we be doing?

there's a bathroom next to it

hm
you've convinced me

see you in 10
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Clay stands up from his bed with a sigh of guilt, he really likes Karl, but part of him is telling him Karl doesn't like him back and he likes Nick or something.

He brushed of his thoughts and pulled a hoodie over his head and sliding on his shoes then grabbing his keys. "You suck at sneaking out." He heard a voice say before he walked out. "Whatever K." Clay scoffed and fixed at his hair before he left.

"Have fun." Karl mumbles before falling back to sleep. Clay rolled his eyes then left, being careful not to slam the door behind him.

Meanwhile, Karl can't go back to sleep. Clays loud noises awakened him. He sat up and leaned against his wall, crossing his legs under his blanket. He ran his hand down his face before he felt patches crawl onto his bed.

"I should text Nick and see if he's up, your dad is playing with me now. He clearly likes George it's so fucking ovi-" He cut himself off with a sigh before grabbing his phone and opening the messages app.

nick

hey nick.. it's karl

oh what's up

sorry for bothering you if you were sleeping

you're fine i'm still awake
need something?