Stay // Karlnap

sheaskedwhatmylifeislike // 2

sheaskedwhatmylifeislike - ericdoa
"You giving up your heart I'll have to give you mine"

     He hastily shut the door behind him and turned around to lock it up, pushing raven hair out of his face as he did.

     Nick shoved his keys into his pockets and ran to the end of his driveway before dropping his skateboard onto the concrete. He didn't waste a second getting on and pushing off.

     He looks down to check his watch, 7:40, shit. He pushes his foot off the concrete a few more times in an attempt to gain speed.

     Late again. He didn't know where the hell the time went. He could've sworn he woke up the same time as usual, got ready the same as every morning, yet today, he was late.

      Today as he neared the entrance of the school, there was one thing on the ravens mind. Watch out. He curved as he went around a person crossing the street. Don't run into anymore pretty boys.

     Pretty boys. Nick stopped his skateboard. Pretty boys?

     He picked up his board, and laughed at himself. What the fuck. Why pretty boy as a way to describe him? Out of everything I could've used, why pretty boy?

      Sure it's not something he hasn't said before, he always called him pretty boy when Dream brought him up, but that was it. Honestly, he didn't know why he was thinking so deep into this. It was a slip up caused by a regularly used inside joke, nothing more, nothing less.

     He began walking into the school with his skateboard. But pretty boy? Really? I mean, it's his nickname for a reason. It's not wrong he is pretty. His hair is actually really nice. 

     He rubbed his eye and shook his head in a plainly stupid and fruitless attempt to clear his mind. 

     He tried forcing his mind else where. He thought about the day he had rode his skateboard straight into the school in freshman year. Let's just say the principal was not happy about that one. Let's also just say after school for nearly a week.

      When it didn't work, he sighed. The brunet flooded back into the ravens mind like a tsunami, hitting him all at once. he couldn't believe he had called him pretty boy. That was so dumb. He couldn't believe he was still beating himself up over it. Quit panicking. He ran a hand through unkempt hair. It happened a few minutes ago and was such a small thing. He didn't even say it out loud, Why am I panicking. Well he wouldn't call it panic. It's not really much of a panic. Its more...

      He really called him pretty boy. It was a panic and he wasn't sure why still. he never panics. Not on a poor test grade, not the multiple times he fucked up big time and almost lost his best friend. Never.

     "Sap!!" Nick nearly audibly sighed of relief, not only did he recognise the voice, but the name he was referred to with as well. Very few people called him Sap.

     It was a stupid name given in his childhood, around fourth grade. It began when Nick began insisting that he wouldn't get a girlfriend because 'love is dumb'. He hated all that cheesy romance shit, it was pointless.

     Dream, being Dream, decided he would joke that Nick's all sappy, and lovey and shit. The full nickname is Sapnap, but the nap was just tacked on as a stupid rhyme. 

      Sappy Nappy~ Sappy Nappy~ Sappy Nappy Nappy Nap. He could remember exactly how he said it in a mockingly cheerful singsong tone. Always being way too over enthusiastic as he sang it while they would walk home together. Nick would just sigh, knowing Dream would get bored of it in maybe a week.