Stay // Karlnap

clover // 1

clover - glaive 

"I've been bored, I've been chilling at the skatepark
 even if I tried I'm pretty sure I couldn't skate far"

     Music played loudly in Karl's ears, spilling out of his earbuds quietly and muffled. Water seeped into his shoes as they splashed against the reflective concrete sidewalk with each hurried step and, rain soaked the brunets hair, turning it a darker shade as it plastered to his forehead.

     When he left for school, Karl's mom warned him it was meant to rain some time this morning. Though when he left, the sky was blue and clouds were white, so he figured he had some time before it would come down. He's two minutes from school, and he regretted not grabbing something, anything. An umbrella, a jacket would even do. 

     He also seriously regretted staying up until four in the morning watching A Silent Voice last night. He didn't realise how late it had gotten until he was stretching back in his chair as the credits rolled and tears filled his eyes, when he saw waning darkness through his window. He knew that his drowsiness would, inevitably, take over him in one class or another. Maybe English.

     Karl nearly reached the school's entrance, rushing to get inside. Suddenly, a flash of colour rushed by, stopping Karl in his tracks abruptly. Karl took a step backwards, steadying his weight.

     "Watch it!" He yelled as he looked for what just passed him. He found the source when a boy on a skateboard looked back at him apologetically. 

     Not just any boy. Karl recognised him instantly. 

     The white bandana that holds back long raven hair is unmistakable. So are the checkered vans that have stayed the same since the beginning of the prior year, apart from switching out the old, scuffed pair for new.

     Karl fell at first glance he got of the boy. And fell hard. First being when the brunet moved to this school the previous year. Love at first sight he liked to call it, though, majority of his friends seemed weary of the idea. Besides one that is. He quickly learned the ravens name, and some of his friends....diverse opinions on him.

     Despite it not only being a year, but also a year of them having mutual friends, they have never spoken. Not to sneak answers for a test, not to ask for a spare pencil and, apparently, not even a simple sorry for almost trampling the other.

    He truly didn't think it was necessary to speak to him. His friends assured him his feelings wouldn't last long, and he told himself that as well. He gave it a week. A week for this little crush to go away. A week later, and he still had scraped knees for the boy. 

     Summer. It'll be gone by summer he then told himself. And now look. Summer's passed, the new year's started, and here he is. Still so fucked.

    He heard his name and realised that, as his mind was other places, he had subconsciously walked into the school and is now nearing his locker. He smiled to himself as he noticed his friends stood near his locker waiting for him, one waving him over.

     A blond boy with green eyes. Dream. At first glance most think maybe he's sporty, yet he's a total fucking nerd. Constantly on about some shitty romance, which Karl doesn't mind, or mystery novels he's read, sometimes a recent project he's been coding. George, and many others, have been trying to get him to join a sports team, any of them, though George insists he should choose soccer. They all say he has a good build for it. He's tall, maybe 6 foot, 6'2, and has broad shoulders. He works out often in his own time, not enough to get jacked, but he's not scrawny either. Still, he refuses to join the team. Insists it 'isn't his thing'.