𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌|| 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 || 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐀𝐔

Nothing comes for free.

TW: guilt, kissing,

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George pov:

I can infer already that if British lunch is havoc then American lunch couldn't be much better. I walked in it was so loud. I saw Alex and Karl and walked over to them. I get to their table and sit down and they look at me. " oh hey George!- do you not have lunch?" Karl says. " yeah I don't... I forgot my money." I said while jerking my neck since it's a tic I have. quackity digs in his pockets and pulls out his wallet pulling out 5$ and giving it to me. " no dude its fine!" I said handing it back. " no take it and get you some food George . " he says handing it back. " okay i guess.." i said taking it and getting in line. to be honest, no matter how bad the food looked.it tasted amazing. i never knew burnt pizza could be so good.

" woah dude this is so good." i said chewing. while we were eating the guy that made karl cry walked over. " hey karl! awh why haven't your ate you lunch? did your grandma make it for you" he said with a pouty face and smirking.karl didn't answer and acted like he wasn't there. " hey answer me dumb ass!" i think nick was his name said. he slammed his hands on the table. karl didnt answer. " what every gay boy," he said getting ready to walk off but when karl said " Dont call me that!". nick smirked. " and why should i.. gay boy "

here we go..

quackity pov:

karl was pissed and i could tell he wanted to just get up and beat the shit out of nick. i put my hand of his and his hand relaxed. he stopped talking and ignored him. soon he walked off. " Karl don't listen to him he's just trying to toy with you," i said hugging him. after a few seconds I un hug him and I ask him. " anything in the journal?" I ask him getting his journal and flipping through. " no not really just a couple vent pages and 1 song!" he says as I see the page him and nick met and how he was a " dream boy" and blah blah like it was " dear diary i met a boy." stuff. he was talking with George. " you want me to rip this page out?" I said and he looked over and nodded and smiled. i ripped it out and wrote " fuck you!!" and crumbed it up and threw it behind me. i finally get to the page and ask it its the new song page and he nods. it had little drawings around the place.

I new it was about nick but it was amazing!" karl this is amazing! Dude, why don't you sing or play music?" I say putting in down and looking at him. he shrugged." I don't know I'm just not the singing type you know I cant sing." he said and hit him on the shoulder. " dude least try like you are such an amazing writer and songwriter it would suck for people to steal you stuff so just try!" I said. " well I don't said" he said tapping the beat to his favorite song. " can I see?" George asks. " its not that good but here." karl said grabbing the journal and handing it to him. he leaned on his hand looking bumbed. a wave a guilt washed over me as I look down. " hey sorry if I made you feel bad or something.." I said quietly as my voice was shaking with tears in my eyes. i hated making people feel bad.. . he looked towards me and turned faced my way . " hey hey its fine you did nothing wrong." he said. " I think I'm gonna go.." I said getting up and walking away. guess I'm just early to my next class.

after a few minutes, the bell started ringing. i went ahead and started getting my stuff with i saw freshman tommy himself come up to me. "HEY BIG Q- can i share my locker with you i don't wanna be with the person I'm sharing with." he said leaning on the locker and being very.. very loud. " uhm i don't know tommy " i said grasping onto my books. " dude please i don't wanna be with tubbo" he said whispering louding putting his hand so its blocking his mouth. " tubbo is a good kid maybe you could learn from that with out burning down my house on the realm." i said. " look all that- e-everything was done with good reason." he said that stuttering and laughing at end making me chuckle. " we will see tommy but i wanted to have a locker with charlie." i said pointing to the boy with brown hair and 3 or 2 green streaks in his hair. " Slime boy?! the guy that always says dap me up!? THAT GUY??" he said in a judging tone. " yeah tommy. i think he's funny and i- is that a fucking stick?" i said with him midway through me talking pulling out 2 sticks." stick my friend" he said in a drug dealer voice. causing me and him to laugh.